Chapter 15
Timothy
It was after eleven before the house went silent. My heart kicked over with expectation. I’d been ready and waiting for the last hour, caught between feeling silly for getting ready so early and being aroused because he was keeping me waiting. I was enjoying the anticipation, which was ridiculous.
Everything about this entire situation was ridiculous, and I shouldn’t be enjoying any of it. My gaze kept drifting to my wardrobe. I was so tempted to lean over the side of the bed to check if he was already there.
Sometimes I caught a golden gleam beneath my bed, leftover magic I assumed. How else did he move from room to room and house to house and world to world?
I forced myself to pay attention to the movie on my laptop.
It was the second in the action-adventure series, and the lead actor kept finding excuses to take his shirt off.
It was pretty obvious that in the second half of the movie, he was going to bang the enemy spy.
I also expected her to die, because that’s how those kinds of movies went.
At least one of his team was also going to die.
Half the time, I only watched to see if my predictions were right; the rest of the time, it was to see if he’d take more than his shirt off.
I slid down the bed, and my ass clenched around the plug. If Farrow didn’t arrive before the end of the movie, I was taking it out and going to sleep. I refused to wait up all night.
What would happen if he arrived, and I was asleep?
Would he wake me?
Maybe next time I’d find out by going to bed early.
My wardrobe door slid open so slowly I thought I was imagining things.
And at first, I didn’t see anything more than the dark shadows of my clothes.
Or at least that’s what I thought they were, until he stepped out.
The bedside light hit him just right, and the shadow of his horns reached the ceiling.
As he walked towards me, his shadow grew.
I swallowed and almost choked as I forgot how to swallow and breathe. Was I supposed to say something?
Had he always been that tall?
I licked my lip. “I wasn’t sure if you’d show.”
“Neither was I. There’s been some drama.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I had to make a little time.”
“Because you’re supposed to be working.” I closed the lid on my laptop, even though I was tempted to check if my cameras were working. I didn’t want him to realize that I was also recording. Would he freak out?
“I’m on my meal break.” His gaze lingered on me, then he reached out and tugged on the blankets, dragging them off me.
I grabbed them. “Hey.” Shit. I needed to keep my voice down. “A little, ‘how’s your day been? I’m looking forward to seeing you naked’ might be nice.”
Or did that make this too personal when we should be keeping it to monster and human? Blackmailer and victim?
He smiled, all pointed teeth. “I am looking forward to seeing you naked and fucking yourself with a toy.”
My dick lurched, fully hard at those words. I set my laptop on the bedside table and pulled it out from beneath my pillow, tossing it onto the blanket. “Is this good enough?”
“That will be fine.”
Fine? I didn’t want fine.
I didn’t know what I wanted, only that I shouldn’t want this. Annoyed with myself for being so desperately horny, I flicked back the blanket and stood. “I need to…that is, I put the small one in to prepare, because that is big.”
Farrow gave a low laugh and picked up the dildo with his tail to examine it. “It is not that big.”
“Maybe for you it’s not,” I snapped.
“You can take the small one out while I’m recording.”
Oh, can I? “Is there anything else you want?”
“Leave your top on.”
I glanced at the hoodie I’d put on so that I didn’t freeze while sitting up in bed. “Really?”
“Yes.” He stepped back into my wardrobe, disappearing into the shadows.
For several seconds, I wanted to believe that none of this was real. It didn’t make sense that there was a monster in my bedroom.
Farrow’s tail tapped the sliding door. “My meal break doesn’t last forever.”
His order only made me harder.
“And make it look natural,” he growled.
“Yeah, yeah, like you’ve caught me in the act. Creepy monster in the wardrobe wants an eyeful of my full ass.”
“He does,” Farrow’s voice was a low rumble that ran along my spine and tightened my balls.
How the fuck did I make this look natural?
It was like I’d forgotten how to get myself off. Not only that, I’d be recording myself. I should’ve put a bloody camera in my wardrobe. I’d move one after this.
I pulled the lube out of my drawer and tossed it on the bed, shucked my shorts, and flopped onto the bed, my dick slapping my belly as I did.
I made sure my ass was pointed at my wardrobe and lifted and spread my knees.
I didn’t care if he couldn’t see through the end of the bed. Camera angles were his problem.
I gave the plug a wiggle, teasing my rim. I didn’t need the tease. I needed more. I was torn between the wanting and the doing and what that meant.
Just get on with it.
And get it over with.
Then I’d get five days monster-free.
While he wouldn’t be in my room, he’d be in my thoughts, taking up a large amount of space. Every time I showered, I imagined him watching, as I reenacted the scene.
With a gasp, I pulled the plug out. I rubbed my hole with lubed fingers, pressing two in. My hole was soft and ready for use. I wanted him to step out of the closet, jump on the bed, and fuck me.
A whimper slipped past my lips, and pre-cum leaked from my dick.
This was fucked up.
I was fucked up.
I sat up, ignoring my closet, and lubed up the dildo. There was no way I could take that third one, even though I wanted to.
I pressed the suction cup base on top of the foot of the bed—it had been a happy accident when I discovered that the wooden frame was both wide enough for the suction cup to stick, and also a good height, assuming I didn’t mind having one foot on the floor while kneeling on the bed with the other.
The dildo cast a giant shadow on my wardrobe door.
I deliberately faced away from the open door as I braced my arms and slung my leg over the end of the bed to face my bedroom door—I didn’t think anyone was going to try to enter, as they were all asleep.
That didn’t make me feel any less awkward, though, because I was hyperaware of the monster recording my every movement.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored doors. That wasn’t the angle Farrow was getting.
I took a moment to breathe as I teetered somewhere between ‘what the fuck am I doing’ and wanting it to be Farrow’s cock—which only added to the mess of nerves and need tangling in my gut. If I thought about this for much longer, I’d weird myself out.
The sooner I came, the sooner he left. Which is what I wanted, right?
I didn’t want him to linger, and I definitely didn’t want to chat like we were friends or lovers. What did I want?
Farrow eased out of the wardrobe, his skin dark, and his eyes luminous. His tail waved at me, as if telling me to move things along.
And I obeyed.
I straightened, letting the lube-slicked dildo rub against my hole and ass crack, my gaze locked on the mirror watching Farrow record me.
His eyes shifted color, and his lips parted to reveal his pointed teeth.
The tip of the dildo pressed against my hole, and I exhaled as I sank onto it.
The initial stretch sent a shiver of heat through my body.
My teeth pressed against my lower lip as I let it slide deeper until my ass swallowed the first knot.
It felt like it had been forever since I’d done this, even though it had only been a few weeks.
I paused for a couple of seconds, then lifted up, fucking the first knot until my body craved more, and I sank down, taking the second one with a gasp that made my dick twitch from the fullness of my ass.
Farrow moved, sliding around behind me as he watched from the other side of the bed, determined to find a better view.
He wanted to watch me.
I gripped the foot of the bed with one hand, and my dick with the other, and rode that dildo as if my life depended on it. I was so close to coming. My eyes closed as I stroked my dick.
“Take it all,” Farrow growled.
I shook my head. “It’s too much.”
“Take it.” This time it was an order.
My ass clenched, and I bit back a groan. Pre-cum leaked out of my dick, slicking each stroke. “What do I get if I do?”
Farrow growled, and a shiver ran down my spine. “What do you want?”
I licked my lower lip as if contemplating. “I want to see your dick.”
He’s silent for so long that I turn my head.
Farrow was crouched with his elbows on the bed. “You aren’t supposed to be aware of me.”
“Then you shouldn’t give orders.”
He smiled, all sharp teeth. “Resume fucking your toy, and we’ll see about your reward.”
I had to squeeze my dick, so I didn’t come on the spot. There was something about the way he spoke and the gravel of his voice that set off my nerve endings in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Monsters were supposed to be scary, not sexy.
They weren’t supposed to demand private shows and offer rewards…I needed to ask for more next time.
I turned away, even though I wanted to watch him as I fucked myself. It took me a couple of bounces to find my rhythm, then the third knot teased my rim. Just because I’d never managed didn’t mean I couldn’t. It wasn’t really that big, but it wasn’t going to slide in either.
I needed to let go of the foot of the bed and allow gravity to drag me onto it. But in my mind, it’s Farrow forcing me to take more with his clawed hands on my shoulders, growling in my ear to take it all.
My ass opened and swallowed the knot, and I came with a smothered moan. My hips jerked as if I wanted to be free of the sudden fullness and pressure, while at the same time, every movement had me whimpering with pleasure.
I glanced in the mirror to see if the monster was happy.
Farrow stood and used his tail to flick open his pants, then he pulled out his thick, hard cock.
In his hand, it didn’t look that big, but his hands are much bigger than mine.
He moved closer as he stroked from root to dark pink tip.
With something closer to a snarl than a sigh, his hot cum hit my ass cheeks and dripped down my crack.
For several heartbeats, I couldn’t form any words.