Chapter 24
Timothy
The three cats never bloody slept. One of them was always doing something. Eating, using the corridor as a racetrack, scratching on the post, or knocking things off shelves. They were a fucking menace. But it was better than living at home.
I was staying in the spare bedroom, which was big enough for a single bed and not much else…I think it was meant to be a study, not a bedroom. From the looks of the main living area, my friend’s aunt did most of her work out there.
Should I beg her to let me use the room until I found my feet? How did I ask without revealing far too much truth, including the bits I wasn’t ready to admit to anyone?
How did I tell my friends that my father had kicked me out because I discovered that he killed my mother, or should I leave that bit out and blame being gay? It wasn’t as though I could tell anyone I let a monster film me.
No one would believe me.
Half the time, I didn’t believe me, especially without the golden glow under the bed. Did that take time to form, or was it because Farrow hadn’t visited me yet that it hadn’t formed?
I didn’t know how any of this stuff worked, and I didn’t know if I was a sorcerer or if I wanted to be one. However, I didn’t want to die, and I didn’t want my father’s friends coming after me.
Anger that my father had gotten away with murder twisted in my gut. He may not have held the knife, but he was responsible, and he should pay for what he’d done. It was a good thing there was no golden glow under the bed, or I’d have made some rather reckless wishes regarding my father.
I used the last two pieces of bread in the pantry and made a sandwich for dinner.
Which was kind of lame, but I was on a tight budget, even though my friend’s aunt had transferred me a partial cat-sitting payment.
She said she’d pay the rest when she got back.
I guess she was cautious because she’d been burned by the last sitter.
If she needed a regular cat sitter, I was okay with taking care of her demon kitties, even if they didn’t let me sleep.
I flicked through the movies, and helped myself to a gin and tonic, despite hating the stuff, as that was all she had to drink. There were three different ones to choose from, and I guessed they were all expensive, but I didn’t think she’d begrudge me a glass.
The cats seemed to have a system where they would tag in and out, with one being a head case while the others behaved.
They were organized chaos. I was onto my second glass of gin—it still tasted like poisonous dog water—half-watching the movie, and half-watching the cat on menace duty tear around the living room, not paying attention to the shadows.
“You seem to have settled in.” Farrow’s voice made me jump, which startled the cat sleeping next to me.
I turned to see him leaning against the corridor wall, half-cloaked in shadows. “I wasn’t expecting company.” It hadn’t been five days. “Not that I’m telling you to leave,” I rushed on.
One of the cats hissed, and Farrow took a step back.
“Sorry about the cats.” While Bunny was calm, these beasts were not. While I couldn’t lock them away, I could lock myself away. I paused the movie. “My room is at the end on the right…if you’re staying for a bit, that is?”
I didn’t want to be too hopeful, but my pulse had already kicked up, and my dick wanted more than a welfare check. What if he was only checking that I wasn’t using magic?
Should I offer him a drink?
We weren’t dating.
It was an extended hookup that could never go further, because he was a monster, and I might be a sorcerer. It felt like something I should decide on and commit to, not accidentally fall into, even though that is exactly what I’d done.
“I can stay for a bit.” He nodded and stepped back, swallowed by the shadows in the corridor.
I downed the rest of the gin and put the glass in the sink where the cats wouldn’t knock it over, then padded down the corridor. Expectation grew with each step. What did Farrow have planned?
What would he make me do?
The shorts he’d filmed had been nothing more than stripping, sleeping, and stroking myself. Things to tease his audience.
Knowing that Farrow had an audience beyond himself made everything a little more exciting…and weird. People, monsters, were watching me get off and were getting off. Or were horrified. Either way, they paid to see me mostly naked.
Farrow sat on the edge of the bed in the pale illumination of the bedside light.
I shut the door and leaned against it. My teeth raked my lower lip. It took me a moment to realize I was as nervous as if I’d rocked up to some guy’s place and I didn’t know anything more about him than his online name.
Farrow beckoned me over, and I took two steps closer. He hooked his claws into the waistband of my track pants and tugged them off, leaving no doubts about what he wanted.
My dick snapped to attention before my pants hit the ground.
Farrow grinned, all sharp teeth, before leaning in and licking along my length. This was not how things went when he recorded. I glanced around the room but didn’t see his phone anywhere.
His claws trailed up my thighs and over my hips. Then his mouth was on my cock, and any doubts I’d had about his sharp teeth were swept away by the attention of his tongue. His claws prickled against my skin, pressing into my hip, my ass cheek, and then between.
Farrow drew back. “No recording tonight. I want to fuck you.”
My breath caught. I’d been up close to his cock, and it had stretched my jaw further than I believed possible. I swallowed as my throat remembered the feel of his tail wrapped around my neck. Yeah, and I might have relived that moment more than once.
His tongue flicked over the head of my cock, teasing the slit as if about to press in. “I want you to ride me the way you do your toy collection.”
The pad of one finger swept over my hole. I didn’t want his claws inside me, but I wanted him in me. “Yes.” I pulled off my sweatshirt in case my agreement wasn’t clear. “There’s lube in my drawer.”
Farrow released me. “Get it.”
I obeyed, and he stripped off his uniform. It was the first time I’d seen him naked, all that dark purple skin on display as he stretched out on the bed. He was far too tall for it, his feet hanging off the end, and his cock was thick and heavy, resting on his belly.
He gave it a stroke. “Give me the lube.”
I handed it over without question. I was so not prepared for this, but I hoped that he would make me take every inch. He slicked his cock, making it glisten, and my ass clenched.
I was going to regret it tomorrow.
My ass would be sore for days.
“Are you going to do more than watch?” he growled.
I dragged my gaze to his face. “What do you want me to do?”
“Do you need to be told?”
I swallowed and bit my lip. Keeping secrets had contributed to this mess. “No…but I like it.”
There, now the words were out, and they couldn’t be taken back. I liked being a monster’s sex toy. I wanted him to use me.
My dick twitched.
“I told you. I want you to ride my dick. You’ve been teasing me, showing me how much your ass can take.
” His tail snaked around my wrist and yanked me onto the bed.
He pulled me into position, straddling his hips.
My pulse filled my ears, drowning out all other sounds.
Like this, with our dicks together, the size of his seemed even more ridiculous.
Mine was pale, and half the thickness…and half the length.
His thumb pressed against my lower lip and into my mouth.
“It can take much more than your mouth, yet that is all I have sampled.”
His thumb fucked my mouth, and something slick and hard—his tail?—pressed against my hole. The hard tip pushed into me as his hand gripped my ass cheek.
“Suck,” he ordered.
I whimpered as his tail thrust into me and sucked his thumb as his fingers pressed beneath my jaw so I couldn’t pull away. My hips rocked, my cock sliding over his, but I couldn’t see because he had control of my head.
“You’re going to look so good stretched around me.”
I wanted him to record it so I could see. There were no mirrors in this room for me to watch, and I hadn’t set up my cameras; they were pointless, as they’d only show me and something shadowy.
He released my head, his thumb popping free of my mouth, and his tail slid out of my ass. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, and he laughed.
“You’re eager.”
“Yes.” I was breathless with excitement.
“What do you want?”
He was going to make me beg. My toes curled. “Make me take every inch.”
“I plan to.” He tugged me forward with one hand and pressed the head of his cock to my hole with the other. “Now ride.”
He didn’t release my hip. His hand was a steady pressure, encouraging me to take more. I considered playing and saying that he was too big, but those words would fall out of my mouth all too soon, anyway.
I exhaled and let the weight of his hand push me down. My hole resisted for a moment, but the thick head of his cock was too insistent, and I opened.
“Fuck.” I muttered, my hands splayed over his ribs in some futile hope of pushing away, as his dick stretched my hole. I’m sure if I’d asked, he’d have relented. As it was, he pressed at least another inch into me. Great, that must be a grand total of two.
Farrow growled. “Good. So nice and tight, even though you like big toys.”
I glanced up at him. “I work up to them.”
“So, work.” He rolled his hips, thrusting another inch into me. “I want to watch you ride.”
Just like he’d seen me do several times already. I moved my knees, so I was in a better position to drop onto it. My hole burned from the stretch, and every time I took a little more, some new part of me was stretched.
I had seen some stuff in my research, and I hadn’t worked out where those guys put even half the length of those extra-large toys… The math didn’t math. I was also unwilling to share that info with Farrow in case he got ideas.