Chapter 10
Timothy
The next night, there were no weird noises and no banging. There was no sign of Farrow at all. Which left me more on edge than if he’d turned up for a chat. I don’t know why I expected to see him. I should be glad I didn’t.
On the second night, my underwear was returned, clean and folded, on the end of my bed. Which was great, except they’d been placed there while I was sleeping, so he must have been in my room being a creepy perv again.
By day three, I was starting to believe I’d imagined the entire thing.
Monsters…as if. A monster pulling a phone out of his pocket and recording me…
even less likely. It wasn’t as though I could talk to my friends about it, the way I might if I were seeing someone. So I got on with studying and working.
I was definitely not excited about what might happen on day five. It was fear making me jumpy. Yeah, that was all.
The semi that kept appearing every time Farrow popped into my head was only because there might be sex on the table.
Not because I wanted sex with an actual monster.
That’s not what we were doing, anyway. And I was only doing it to stop him from terrifying my sister and Bunny.
I had to do it. Which, for some very wrong reason, only made me want it more.
I was messed up.
I wanted to blame the monster that had haunted my childhood. I’d had nightmares for years, even after the weirdness had stopped. My father certainly thought I was a fuck-up. While I waited for Farrow to appear, I studied, knowing that another failure wouldn’t be tolerated.
At the back of my mind was the worry that he wouldn’t show, and that I’d imagined it all, warred with the fear that he’d ask me to do something and that I’d end up enjoying it.
I didn’t know which was worse. Either way, my stomach was a mass of twisty, anxious knots, and my attempt to study involved staring at the pages of the book in the hope of passing time.
I should’ve given up and played a game and relaxed. Maybe even gotten some sleep.
A shiver raced up my back, and I sensed that Farrow was in my room. My gaze flicked to the mirrored wardrobe door as he stepped out, like a horned, debauched shadow. My heart gave a solid thump, and so did my dick, as if his arrival was a good thing.
“You waited up,” Farrow said. “Yet you are clothed.”
I hit record on my laptop because if I was talking to myself, I wanted to know about it. “I’m studying, and I’m not doing that naked. That would be weird.”
Weirder than this? That was debatable.
He flicked off the bedroom light and checked to make sure the door was locked. How many times had he been in my room planning this, watching me in bed? Did he record me sleeping?
The words didn’t form as my tongue dried.
“Have you changed your mind?” His voice is a low growl.
“No, what do you want me to do?” Then I didn’t need to think, just obey.
He smiles, his eyes shifting through various shades of green as he watches me. “Take your clothes off for a start.”
I stood and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I’m already half-hard like I’m about to jump into bed with some guy, not a monster. Not that I’m jumping into bed with him, and that is assuming he is male.
My gaze drops to his black pants, but the only light is coming from my laptop screen, and there are far too many shadows for me to tell what’s going on in there. Not that it matters. I don’t sleep with guys who extort me.
But the house has been calmer all week.
Dad hasn’t been as wound up, and Taya hasn’t been as much of a brat, and she’s also stopped coming into my room.
“And the rest,” Farrow orders. His shadow on the wall is massive, his horns raking over the ceiling.
“And then what?” I lift my chin, feigning bravery.
“Then you will take a shower.”
“Is that all?” That seemed too easy.
Farrow laughed. “You know what to do.”
My cheeks burned. “You want me to jerk off in the shower?”
“That is a good start… Make sure you wash your hole.”
I stare at him, and it takes several seconds to process what he said. “Why?”
Was he planning on doing something with it? My now-hard cock throbbed at the idea of finding out what was in his pants and what he might do with that tail.
“Because I want to see how many fingers you can slide in there.”
I swallowed. “Again, why?”
“Because that’s what I want this time. Next time?” His tail flicked in what I guessed was a shrug.
“What will happen next time?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. You’ve got toys.”
Yes, but that didn’t mean I was willing to do that in front of someone.
I’d watched videos of guys using their toys, and it seemed way more intimate than ‘greedy slut takes eight loads’.
The latter were actors; the other was a private moment on display for the world to view when doing product research on what dildo to buy next.
I enjoyed the product research, even though most of them remained only on my wish list due to budgetary constraints.
“That was not part of the agreement.”
“The agreement is that I record you every fifth night. There was no limit on what that involved.” He stepped to the side and swept his hand out as if inviting me to head toward the ensuite.
Well, shit. His massive shadow revealed that there was something in his pants that might be worth checking out. The no-limit thing might also work in my favor.