Chapter 8
Timothy
What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t make a deal with him. For a start, he shouldn’t even exist. Yet there he was, right in front of me. And he’d been in my room the other night—it had been hot imagining being watched, but the reality of knowing he had been there, yeah, I wasn’t sure about that.
Why did I care if he banged around the house and scared Taya, or ripped up cushions?
It wasn’t my problem. Taya wasn’t my problem.
I didn’t like the way Taya and her mother were now part of the family, but she was my annoying stepsister, and I wasn’t going to let a monster terrify her.
“I’ll put salt around the house so you can’t get back in. ”
He tilted his head, his horns catching in the light. “You can try. Who taught you about salt?”
I’m sure it was something my mother had said. “No one…everyone knows that.”
The monster considered me for several heartbeats, his eyes shimmering like the aurora, ever moving, glinting greens. “You will not win this war should you choose to start it.”
“You started it by breaking in and tearing up cushions,” I snap, finding some bravado even though I was quaking on the inside.
The monster stepped closer, and I realized how big he really was.
I was not short, but I’d fit neatly beneath his chin.
Then he had about ten inches of shiny silver-tipped horns.
They sprouted behind his pointy ears and swept up before aiming forward as if to take out his opponents’ eyes.
As well as two big horns, he had two smaller ones on his forehead.
His hands were bigger than mine, and his fingers were tipped with silvery claws. At first glance, I thought him naked, but he wore a black uniform, and his skin was the color of midnight. Not black, but some kind of deep blue-purple that I didn’t have words for.
I stepped back and swallowed, not liking the way my pulse quickened because I couldn’t blame it on fear. Not entirely. “You were hiding in my wardrobe?”
“Yes.” His tail flicked around and grabbed my wrist.
“Ow.” His tail was rough, due to the ridge running along one side. He dragged me closer. My arm extended and my toes dug into the carpet, resisting the need to step forward. I glanced at the gap where the wardrobe’s sliding door never quite stayed closed. I needed to fix it, but I hadn’t. “Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why did you watch, pervert?” Why did I enjoy it?
He grinned. “I was sitting there innocently when you started playing with that tiny little plug. It would have been rude to interrupt.”
“You stole my underwear. That’s weird and rude.”
“Want it back?”
“Yes.” As soon as I said the word, I knew there’d be a catch.
“Earn it.” He stepped closer, his tail taking up the slack, so I needed to tilt my chin to maintain eye contact.
It was hard to hold his gaze because of the way the colors kept moving.
It was mesmerizing and terrifying and the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
My dick twitched at the idea of…performing for him.
“If I do something, you’ll return my underwear, and you’ll leave my sister, my dog, and the cushions alone. ”
“That is the deal on offer,” he confirmed.
How did any of this make sense? “I don’t even know your name.”
I was stalling. I didn’t need to know his name. I didn’t always learn the names of the guys I slept with. But he wasn’t a man; he was a monster. With horns and a tail and fangs…what would they feel biting into my shoulder?
“Farrow.” He tilted his head, pointing his horns at me in a rather alarming manner. “And you are?”
“Timothy. You weren’t in this house until Taya, the kid, arrived.”
“Correct.”
“But there used to be someone here.” All my old fears of the dark and what lurked in it returned. I hadn’t outgrown them; they had left. All those times I’d cried about a monster under the bed, there had actually been a monster lurking in the shadows. Patrolling, whatever the fuck that meant.
He gives a single nod.
I needed to sit for a moment, but his tail is tight around my wrist. “Why?”
“To protect my world.”
“If you’re watching me jerk off, you aren’t doing your job.”
He smiled, revealing pointy teeth. “A three-minute break is nothing.”
Wow. Rude and demanding. He shouldn’t be making me hard.
“I can do my job and make sure she never knows I’m there.”
“Then why are you an asshole?” If monsters didn’t need to scare kids, why did they?
“Because I can. And sometimes it’s needed.”
“Big bad monsters are afraid of little human children,” I said in a tiny mocking voice.
The big bad monster wrapped his massive hands around my biceps and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, forcing me to stare into his eyes. “Do not mock what you do not understand. We either have a deal, or we do not.”
“Do you not have porn in monster land?”
He laughed. “You want me to stop making her scream…I want to hear you scream.”
My dick pulsed, and from the smirk on his face, he was aware of the effect he had on me.
“Do you need me to tell you what I want?” he growled.
I nodded, hating how much I liked the idea of a monster telling me what to do while he watched. No, I was doing it so my unwanted sister wouldn’t have nightmares. That sounded much nobler than being a horny monster fucker.
Farrow set me down. “Undress as if to shower, then jerk off. Act as though I’m not here.”
“You like to creep on people?”
“You like to jerk off for people?” He moved my arm with his tail.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I may have done it once or twice, but it wasn’t a thing. Or at least I didn’t think it was. Was it a thing?
“I think you do.” He released my arm and stepped back. “Are you going to stand there?”
I was standing in the doorway of the ensuite. I didn’t want to think about this too much, so I nodded. “Sure.”
Farrow pulled what looked like a fucking phone out of a pocket in his pants.
“Oh no, you can’t record.”
“Why not? I did last time.” His bright pink tongue flicked over his lip.
“There is something wrong with you.” And me for agreeing. Oh yes, Mr. Monster, make me do things for you. Pre-cum dampened my underwear.
“Yeah…I’m asking nicely.” He bared his fangs.
Do what the nice monster says before he turns mean. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, and in that second, he was gone. “What the fuck?”
“Don’t keep me waiting, Timothy.” The growl came from under my bed.
I bent over and peered into the shadows, but I couldn’t see anything. His tail whipped out and tapped me on the nose.
I rocked back and fell on my ass out of shock.
“That looks good. Get your dick out.”
His voice rumbled through me, and my fingers were halfway to obeying before my brain had finished processing the sentence.
There was no point in arguing. I had to do as I was told.
What if he smacked me with his tail or used it to control my hand?
I bit my lip, refusing to allow the groan to escape as I freed my cock from my briefs and pants.
I felt stupid sprawled on the floor, half-naked.
His tail tugged at my pants, no doubt wanting a better view. I didn’t even finish a stroke before a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit.
Farrow was lurking, watching, recording…
He was making me do this for his enjoyment. Was he jerking off under my bed as he watched? Had he been under my bed this week? My eyes fluttered closed as I imagined him running his hand over his cock beneath my bed, while I did the same beneath my covers.
The idea that he’d been watching and waiting for me and was now recording was enough to tip me over the edge I hadn’t realized I’d been so close to. My balls drew up, and I came over my hand and chest. It took me several seconds to catch my breath.
“Not even three minutes out of my shift.” His tail appeared from beneath the bed and traced through the mess and up my chest, then tapped my lower lip as if he expected me to lick his tail clean. When my mouth didn’t open, the order followed: “Lick.”
And I did. The tip of his tail was hard like a fingernail. He teased my tongue as if his tail were about to fuck my mouth, then it pulled away.
I lay there waiting to see what he’d do next. Nothing.
I waited a few more seconds, but I sensed he was gone. Wow, no thanks, or nice show. I still felt the hard press of his tail on my lip and heard his demand that I lick echoing in my ears. I shuddered, knowing that word would be with me the next time I jerked off.
I stared at my chest, then at my hand. Ugh, now I needed a shower.