Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Give Me a Prize
Madison
My dick is rock hard, and I hate it… but I can’t help how good it feels, despite the situation.
I’m terrified because I know he’s watching me, but I… I think I like that he’s watching me. I don’t know. I’m so confused, I don’t know what to do.
“Quit thinking, little mouse. Just listen to the sound of my voice.”
“Easier said than done,” I mutter, face flushing as I fall back on my bed to stare up at the ceiling.
“Close your eyes.”
And I do.
“Good boy. Now, I want you to reach down and undo the button of your jeans. Yes. Just like that.”
I let out a slow, deep breath and allow myself to follow the command of Cedrick’s voice. It’s calm and soft and exactly what I need. It makes my mind go a little fuzzy as I flick the button open and push the zipper down.
“Now, I want you to touch yourself. Just do what feels good.”
“I… I can’t…” I stutter, fingers freezing right at the entrance of my boxers. I’m trembling with the desire, but I just…
“Yes,” he tells me. “You can. You want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m telling you to.”
“Oh, God.” I tremble. And with tears pricking my eyes, I shove my hand inside and wrap my fingers around my dick. The sensation is euphoric, and I toss my head back with a groan as I start stroking myself in a frenzy.
I can’t seem to control it, but the moment I start, I can’t stop. My blood burns hotter than ever before, and my arm moves of its own volition.
Breaths puff from my lips in heavy pants, warming my face and making me feel faint, but then…
“Oh…”
Then, I feel it.
“That’s it… Show me, my treat. Give me a prize for all my hard work.”
And it’s with Cedrick’s encouraging words that I shove my boxers down my legs just as cum erupts from my dick and splatters up my bare abdomen.
“Oh, fuck… Look at you…”
“You-you’re looking at me,” I pant, eyes scrunched shut through the euphoria, and Cedrick chuckles darkly in my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps down my arms.
“Yes, the fuck I am. And you look good enough to eat.”
“Oh… oh, shit…” I mutter, face flushing. “I just…”
“Yes, darlin’. Mmm, mmm. Yes, you did.”
I’m panting into the phone, and I know he can hear it, but I can’t help it. I remove my hand from my dick but accidentally end up swiping my fingers through the mess on my stomach.
“Have you ever tasted yourself, my treat?”
“W-what?” My face gets hotter than ever before.
“You heard me.”
“No. No, of course not.” But I swallow in a gulp loud enough for Cedrick to hear… or maybe, he sees it.
“Of course not?” he mocks me, accent thick. “What’s that supposed to mean, darlin’? You don’t wanna know what your cum tastes like?”
I nearly swallow my tongue. “I—”
“C’mon, treat. Eat it for me. Tell me what it tastes like. I miss it so much.” And then, he groans, and my mind goes all staticky, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m bringing my fingers to my lips and sucking on them.
My release is cooled now, but it doesn’t taste bad. It’s…
“Tell me,” he demands.
And I do.
I pull my fingers out with a wet pop and a heaving breath. “It’s kinda… tangy, I guess? But sort of sweet and salty. I don’t really know how to describe it, but it… it doesn’t…” Oh, God… this is so embarrassing…
There’s a creak through the line. “It doesn’t taste bad, does it, darlin’?”
I swallow the thickness in my throat. “No.”
“Good. Eat some more. Clean it all up for me.”
And so, I do. I swipe my fingers through the mess and eat and suck on my cum while Cedrick listens and watches through the camera above, and I… I like it…
I’m so messed up.
But right now, I just don’t care.
By the time I’ve finished, my chest is heaving, and exhaustion has settled in my bones. I curl up on my side, phone still pressed against my ear and listen to the sound of Cedrick’s breathing as I slowly drift off into darkness.
When I wake to the sun’s rays streaming through the gaps in my curtains, I’m naked and disoriented, and my phone is wedged against my neck. I roll away with a groan, blindly reaching for my phone.
The last thing I remember is…
Oh, God.
I freaking fell asleep. On the phone with him.
What is happening to me?
I click the button on my phone, but it doesn’t do anything, and that’s when I realize it must’ve died at some point in the middle of the night. With a huff, I reach for the charger and plug it in before curling beneath the blankets and falling back into a peaceful abyss.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“You’re not dead in there, are you, Mads?”
“Huh?” I shoot up, blankets pooling around my waist as I’m jarred from my slumber. The banging sounds again, and I wince. “What?” I shout, louder this time so whoever it is will freaking stop.
“Yo, it’s one in the afternoon. You never sleep this late. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead or somethin’.” Lenny.
“No, I’m okay!” I shout back and run my fingers through my disheveled hair. My phone vibrates on my stand next to me, drawing my attention. “Was just up late studying!”
“It was a Friday night, dude!” Lenny responds with a laugh. “But glad you’re good. We’ll see ya later tonight then?”
“Yeah, thanks!”
The moment I hear his retreating footsteps, I roll onto my side and reach for my phone, my heart rate kicking up because I already know what—or who—I’m going to find on it.
Unknown:
Good morning darlin
You mustve worn yourself out
My face flushes at his most recent text, and I shake my head, despite my lips curving into a smile as I stare down at his… well.
I suppose I should make him a contact in my phone at this point.
I add him, and feeling cheeky, I use the photo he first sent me as his contact photo. Once that’s done, I go back to our thread and text him back.
Me:
You wore me out. I’ve never slept this late before.
It’s like he was just sitting around waiting for my response because my text gets read immediately, and for some reason, that makes my heart flutter.
Cedrick:
Id love to wear you out in all sorts of ways
Oh, Jesus Christ, he really just gets right to it, doesn’t he?
Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I type back.
Me:
I think I might like that.
Cedrick:
Ohhhh dont tease me my treat. I dont have any self control especially when it comes to you
Ill ruin ya
I swallow.
Me:
Maybe I want to be ruined.
Madison, what in God’s name are you thinking?
Are you insane?
Oh, Gods, I must be.
But this is the most alive I’ve ever felt. Cedrick is… he’s fun. He makes me feel alive and vibrant and like… like there’s actually life worth living. That there’s more than the word of God and the rules set forth within it.
That living can be more than just a devotion to one thing…
You can worship many…
And I think I want to worship Cedrick.
I think I want to kneel at his big, thick, black boots. I want to run my fingers over the buckles and the zipper, feel the smooth texture against the sweat of my palms. I want to bend before him and run my tongue along the seams, soaking it with a part of me.
I’m going to lave his leather until it’s shining in my spit and his self-control snaps and he has no choice but to take me and tie me up and use me however he pleases… just like he did at Mayhem.
I blink the daydream away.
Holy shit.
Is that what I want?
Do I want Mayhem again, too?
My phone buzzes, and I startle.
Cedrick:
Dont tempt me little mouse. Ill eat you alive
Me:
Why me?
I’m turning this conversation around, and it’s not like I exactly want to, but a part of me wants to get to know him, at least a little bit, before I give him all of me.
It takes him a few minutes to respond, but when he does, I’m surprised by the length of it.
Cedrick:
Why not you? Youre absolutely perfect to me Madison. Everything about you since the moment I laid eyes on you has drawn me in and Ill admit Im obsessed. But at this point I think its more than that. I crave you. I crave to see you, to touch you, to know you.
My breath is stuck in my throat as my heart hammers away in my chest. That’s way more than I ever expected from him… and it’s… it’s a lot.
But maybe a lot is a good thing?
I don’t know.
I don’t know how to do any of this.
Cedrick:
I crossed a line didnt I
And for some reason, that makes my heart clench.
I hurry to text back.
Me:
No, no. I just… don’t know what to say to that.
Cedrick:
Because I freaked you out
I knew I shouldnt have said that
Me:
You didn’t freak me out.
I’m just… processing.
Cedrick:
Can you process a little faster
I bark out a laugh, and in my mind’s eye, I can just picture that leery smile twisting Static’s face. It makes me shiver.
Cedrick:
You look beautiful right now
I flush from head to toe as I read those words over and over. I hunch over on the bed, hiding my face from view.
Me:
I should find that camera and take it out.
Cedrick:
Why when you love that its there
Shit… Do I?
I think I do…
I swallow thickly, heart starting to race all over again.
Me:
You can see me, but I can’t see you.
How’s that fair?
Cedrick:
Do you want to see me?
I pause, tapping my finger along the side of my phone as I contemplate what I really want, but who am I kidding? Of course, I want to see him.
Me:
Yes.
Cedrick:
Say please
Me:
Pretty please.
Cedrick:
Oh I got a pretty too lucky me
And then, a photo comes through, and the breath escapes my lungs because… holy shit… it’s…
It’s him.
It’s Cedrick.
Barefaced and deadpan, staring straight at me, through me, into me. Just like he did that night but this time, through a photo.
God, it’s unreal how he does that.
His eyes are the darkest green I’ve ever seen. I shiver as goosebumps burn their way down my spine.
His face is chiseled with a dusting of stubble, and dark hair hangs across his forehead in spiky tendrils. His ears are stretched, and he has pointy silver jewelry in his lips and nose, just like I remember feeling when he was—
I suck in a sharp breath at the memory of his mouth on me. So hungry and demanding and knowing.