14
AINSLEY
I hated how I woke up this morning. I shouldn’t have had that lustful thought yesterday. No, I shouldn’t have.
Now that the image was in my head, and there was no way to get rid of it, I was left with the constant hunger for relief between my legs. You’d think I was a werewolf in heat with how I made myself come four times yesterday in my bed. In one day. And with just my fingers.
It was amazing how I kept coming just because I made up a shirtless, bottomless Theon in my mind, but I quickly got bored after the fourth time, needing something much more advanced than my fingers. Something bigger, better, something enough to knock me out and at the same time keep me conscious.
I’d remembered the heat in his eyes when he first noticed my piercing, and also the bulge in his trousers that he didn’t try to hide. I wished he’d asked me to undress, because I would have. I would have let him have me right there on my bed and do to me whatever he wanted with the way he gaped at me. His eyes were such a turn on, as much as they scared me, yes. It was definitely because he wasn’t hiding what he felt for me, and whenever he looked at me, I felt possessed, owned, like I was something that could put life in him and rip it away anytime I wanted. I felt in control. However, on a physical level, he was in control.
My neck. He loved grabbing my neck. Whenever he was pissed and wanted to drill words into my head, he would choke me. Was he into that? Even in bed. I sure fucking hoped so.
Hold on—
So what if he was into it?
I groaned and leaned back in the tub, sliding down until my head was submerged under the water. I needed this to stop. The idea to start picturing him naked needed to stop. I’d dreamt about it yesterday morning, and it had not left my head ever since.
I’d somehow expected him to still be by my side when I woke up, but a part of me knew that was impossible. He also didn’t come last night. Fuck me for always placing my hope high every single night.
After a while with my thoughts, I stepped out of the tub and dried myself, then wrapped the towel around my body. I’d held back for too long, thinking this new, weird lust for him would disappear if I didn’t touch myself. But it was drawing closer to six p.m and I deserved a tiny reward for holding back for that long.
And not only was I going to reward myself, I would finally put my dildo to good use after months of chucking it in the bottom of my closet. It was pink, not that I meant to buy this colour, but I’d made a mistake when my horny little fingers pressed order, and this had arrived at my door.
As I walked to the kitchen, I revelled in the stimulation my pebbled nipples brought my very swollen pussy, and I just couldn’t wait to drive the toy all the way inside myself.
I’d come to turn off the cooker, my dinner ready. But I needed to feed something else first. I padded out of the kitchen to the couch and sat, sighting the locket I placed there in the afternoon. His locket. He’d not taken it back, I doubted if he ever wanted it back. It was mine.
Biting my lip, I wore it over my head, the first time after six years. The heart shaped silver locket was cold against my skin, and I wished the necklace was long enough to reach my nipples.
Unwinding my towel, I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs—one foot on the seat and the other on the floor. With my fingers pinching my sensitive nipples, I slid the object up and down my clit, coating it in my arousal. A full body shiver hit me harder than the cold air, and I might just come if I kept sliding it for another ten seconds.
But if I’d wanted that, there would have been no use for a toy. I brought it out so I could fuck myself until that damaging hot naked image of him disappeared from my head. I’d not even seen it in reality and I was drooling. If ever I saw him, I might really tear him apart. I knew, I just knew he had the body of a god under those shirts he wore, and I wondered how it’d feel like to have his skin pressed against mine, my fingers trailing the grooves in his abs. It would feel nice. Hot.
Desperately needing the dildo inside my clenching walls, I gripped the base of it and positioned it at the entrance of my so soaked pussy, knowing this madness originated because I was ovulating. The day it would end would be the time I’d finally stop imagining him fucking me mercilessly without restraint.
I needed just that—merciless fuck—because it was the only thing that could keep me satisfied for tonight.
Readying myself, I drove the whole toy inside with a blinding force that made me scream, slamming the ever loving soul out of my body as my chest shot forward.
“Oh, fuck!” I let out, then slapped a hand over my mouth, sobbing into it as I clenched around the toy rapidly, unable to move as I trembled slightly from the rough entry. Shit, why did I do that?
But it felt so fucking good. So electrifying I wanted to do it again, and imagine he was the one pushing into me this time. God, I was fucked.
But I told myself it was the ovulation and proceeded to cup my breast, twisting my nipples and rolling the length inside me. I swore I was seeing stars, my head tilted back and my eyes squeezed shut. Fuck.
I moved it inside me slowly, increasing the pace with each thrust that seemed to keep hitting the right spot over and over. I might just come right now. My body was so sensitive that if I fucked myself hard enough, I’d be a fucking mess in five seconds. But as much as I wanted to come, I wanted to enjoy this and drag it for as long as I could endure because I’d be back to being needy again if I didn’t.
I moved my hand over my chest as I moaned from the toy I was pumping into myself, my stomach tightening, wishing it was his big, rough hands touching me instead of my soft, tiny ones. He loved my piercing, and I didn’t know what he’d do if he had access to touch my breasts. Would he bite it, slap it, twist? Fuck, he’d do it all. Every nerve ending in my body is pulsing with an electric current as I tugged and twisted my nipples, dying from the object moving non stop in and out of my wet heat.
Damn, I was soaked, the best I’d ever been, if the noise was anything to go by. I hastened up my movement, knowing Theon wouldn’t fuck me slow. The man was tortured, it was evident in his eyes, and he’d probably feel like breaking me with his hand around my neck, choking and cutting off my air.
Sparks shot up my spine.
God, I’d love that. I’d love to have him stretch me wide with his cock. Shit, I could feel my climax drawing near with that thought. And suddenly, I wasn’t the one fucking myself, he was. He was hovering over me, his broad chest heaving as he gave me the best sex of my life, his hand around my throat, and my legs around him, his other hand slapping my breast as he split me apart with his cock.
“Fuck.” The sound came out louder than I intended. I was about to break, about to come hard. My fingers sank into my hair as I arched my back, my eyes closed, driving the sex toy in and out harder and faster.
The cry I let out when my body spasm wasn’t from this world. Heat spread, crawling through every nerve in my body until it felt like sparks dancing under my skin. It rippled, radiating from my core, pushing me towards a limit I couldn’t control, my body about to pass out from the sheer force of it.
My toes curled as my eyes rolled, as if trying to anchor myself to reality, but the orgasm only seemed to grow stronger. It was almost suffocating, too electric, too much, my pulse thundering so fast I could hardly breathe. Not until I ripped the dildo out of me.
Holy shit. What the fuck just happened?
I dropped back on the couch, my body coming back to me slowly as I lay there, numb and breathing heavily.
When my heartbeat began to quieten in my ear, I heard a ding from the kitchen. Still trying to figure out who I was after that shattering orgasm, I ignored it, focusing on my breathing.
The sound came again. From my phone. In the kitchen. Right, I’d left it there while I was cooking to go take my bath.
But I didn’t have the strength to stand.
The sound came again.
Giving up, I forced myself to stand, wondering who it was. Vin didn’t text. If he needed to say one word, he’d call.
Walking unclothed to the counter, I lifted and unlocked it. And just like that, the aftermath of the orgasm vanished from my body.
It was Theon. And that wasn’t why my heart was suddenly thundering again, it was what he sent.
Theon: Do that again.
Theon: Do that again and call my name.
Theon: I want to hear you scream my name.
My body froze for what felt like eternity, and when I recovered from the shock, it dawned on me like a slap.
The bastard had a camera in my house!
God, he was watching me!
I looked down at my body. He was seeing me now!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“Bastard!” I yelled, hoping he was listening. I snatched my towel from the couch and wrapped it around myself, a part of me screeching at how useless it was since he’d seen it all. Why did he put a camera in my house? Stalking me like a deprived, bloodthirsty vampire wasn’t enough?
Was he insane?
Was that even a question?
He’d lived his life practically showing me how insane he was.
Where the fuck was the camera? I scanned the living room with my eyes frantically, my eyes snagging on the box bookshelf above the mantelpiece. Scurrying to it, I flipped through the books I gave no shit about, finding a small black camera at the left end of the top shelf.
“Fuck you,” I said to it, walked to my kitchen and dropped it in the sink, opening water on it.
My phone buzzed. Furious, I checked to see it was from him again.
It was a picture. A picture of me standing in my kitchen, glaring at the sink with my towel doing little to cover my nakedness.
Fuck, it wasn’t just one. Judging from the angle, it was from somewhere high, overviewing my living room, kitchen and the hallway leading to my room.
That could only be from...
I traced the direction, my gaze stopping on the clock propped up on the wall some distance from my front door. Far from where my hand could reach. How many did he have? If he had a camera in my clock, where else could he have put it?
My eyes widened.
My room!
I began to type in horror, but a message slid in.
Theon: I don’t have a camera in your room.
My chest almost gave out. God, he’d been watching me. That night wasn’t the first time he’d seen me naked.
Me: You think I’ll buy that? Go to hell, dumbass. I never want to see you again.
I would die of embarrassment if I did. But right now, I was furious. And I couldn’t feel anything beyond that.
Theon: Don’t fucking say that.
Me: I never want to see you again.
It took a minute before his next text came in, and I filled that time with the thought of what to do. I was too angry to just sit, my body was on fire. I was so dumb. He loved watching me, why didn’t I think he’d put cameras here?
He wasn’t normal to begin with.
Theon: You looked mesmerising when you came. I couldn’t look away.
I took a deep breath in.
That was it.
I dashed inside and threw on my clothes, my fists aching to punch his teeth out of his mouth. Maybe that way, what he just witnessed me do to myself might fly out of his deranged head as well.
My phone dinged in my pocket as I made my way to the door after picking a knife from the kitchen. I should draw blood while I was at it.
Theon: If you come anywhere near me tonight, it’s not going to be pleasant.
I snorted.
Me: Are you scared?
Theon: No, but you should be. Do this tomorrow. Don’t make me see you today.
As if. Tomorrow, I’d be too embarrassed to even step out of the house. I unlocked the door, walked out, and slammed it shut behind me.
Theon: It’s like you’re asking me to tackle you to the ground like an animal.
Tackle? The asshole and his stupid ass ego.
Me: Say that when I have this knife slitting your throat.