Chapter 13
Igasp the second the door to my room slams open so hard it hits the wall and I wonder if there’s going to be a hole from the doorknob. Charlie stands there, shirtless and in those fucking pornographic sweatpants that are tented in the front. He’s gripping his phone so tight his knuckles are white and I’m wondering if he’s going to crack the screen or break the whole thing. The muscles covering his chest are flexed. He’s wound so tight I want to make him break.
Getting him in here was the first step. I wanted to see if I could tempt him enough to do it, but now the punishment I came up with begins.
A slow smile spreads across my face and I don’t move to cover up or take my hands away from where I’m already playing with myself.
“Look who it is,” I’m talking both to him and the audience watching on my computer, though they can’t see him, and I would never show him without permission. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
He regards me for a second, eyes scanning my entire body. His Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow. The look in his eyes is both pained and laced with desire, I wonder if maybe this was too far and he’s going to leave realizing his mistake.
“You wanted me to join you,” he says quietly. I don’t even know if the microphone on my computer could pick up his deep voice, but I don’t care, this isn’t for them. Not really. It’s for me.
“And that’s why you’re here?”
He looks so nervous it makes me feel bad for how I went about this. Almost. Okay, not really.
He nods.
“Well, I decided you need a punishment for not being honest with me.” I move my hands now, removing them from my pussy and running my wet fingertips along the skin of my lower stomach, watching his eyes fixate on the movement. I’ve never seen his face during our private video chats and finally seeing how he watches me, the heat in those green eyes, the restraint he seems to be showing. I want to push him to his limits until he breaks.
I want to see Charlie Mann lose his shit.
“What’s my punishment?” he rasps, stepping into the room.
I hold up my hand to stop him from coming any closer. “You get to watch.”
He looks confused and I watch his hands ball at his sides which makes me smile. “Watch?” he asks.
“Yup. Watch me finish my show. From right there.”
“I thought you–”
I cut him off, “If you don’t want this then you can walk out, and we will act like this never happened. If you want this, then you’ll do what I say.”
A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips, “Okay, pretty girl.”
Well shit.Hearing him call me what he always does on our video chats in person makes me want to say, “fuck it” and jump him anyway. But I don’t because I intend to see this through.
“Good boy.”
His eyes flare and I can tell he’s restraining himself from doing anything I might not want him to.
“Stand right there, don’t talk and let me finish. It would be rude to leave my audience hanging,” I wink into the camera.
Charlie opens his mouth to say something, but then snaps it shut almost immediately. I narrow my eyes at him and even though I told him not to talk I am a bit curious what he might have been about to say.
“Something to say?” I ask, moving my hands up to my chest to play with my nipples, tugging lightly at the piercings and biting my bottom lip to muffle the moan. His eyes stay fixated on the movement. I may have enjoyed the last couple years talking to Charlie–Charles–on cam, but I think I like this, seeing his eyes on me, even more.
He starts to shake his head, but then seems to change his mind and nods once.
“It better be good,” I tell him.
“Can I–am I allowed to touch?” he asks nervously.
“Me? Not yet. Yourself? Hm,” I pretend to think for a moment. “Yes, but you don’t come until I say you can.”
He nods and I focus my attention back on myself and my computer screen, though it’s impossible to completely ignore the six-foot-four hockey player that is standing shirtless, hard, and focused completely on me in the room. I pretend not to notice when he lowers his sweatpants slightly to release his hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight, especially when his hand wraps around it and he pumps himself slowly only once. I feel like this punishment might be for me as well, but I refuse to show it.
There are comments flooding the chat, but I can’t even keep up. Normally I try to interact with my viewers as much as possible and I have my tip goals to meet. But this was impromptu, and I didn’t set any goals other than the one in my mind.
Drive Charlie mad.
I ignore the chat and the tips coming in because this is for me, just like my early shows when I didn’t have any sort of following. I did it because it was fun. I like sex and orgasms so getting paid to give them to myself seemed like a win-win. Even if I didn’t make much money, I got off so I thought it was worth it. Now is similar, I don’t care about if I make money, though I could use it, this is about punishing Charlie, getting myself off and then possibly him.
“I’m wondering if I should bring out any of my toys to help finish myself off,” I say like I’m thinking out loud. I have both the toys Charlie has bought for me and I know that would be torture for him if I used them while he’s standing right in front of me. “Or if I should just keep using my hands. It’s kind of nice because I know exactly what I like.”
My hands slide down my body again after tweaking my nipples one more time. My fingers run over my sensitive clit just barely and let out a small moan because I got myself fairly close before Charlie came in here.
“God, I’m so wet,” I swipe through said wetness, spreading it up to rub my clit even more.
I peek up at Charlie through my lashes, his eyes completely fixated on my exposed center while his hand strokes himself slowly, but I can see his grip is tight. I can’t look away from him and my hands move almost like they have a mind of their own, one slipping to push two fingers inside my cunt. I pump them, letting my palm stimulate the bundle of nerves while my other hand moves back up to my chest.
It doesn’t take long until I feel myself barreling toward an orgasm, my eyes not leaving Charlie, my computer somewhat forgotten. The thought that people are watching only makes me hotter. My fingers move inside my pussy faster and harder while I grind against my palm.
“I’m so close,” I moan, clamping my thighs tighter against my hand to create more pressure.
My eyes lift to meet Charlie’s and find he’s not looking at where my hand is between my legs anymore, he’s looking at my face. It looks like he wants to burn me with his gaze and my cheeks heat under his attention, but I don’t look away. I continue what I’m doing, doubling down on my efforts to bring myself closer to the edge of release.
Charlie fucks his hand and God it’s so hot. He’s long and thick, what I would define as the perfect dick and the body to match. Why he’s not out using it and pleasing every woman he comes across constantly is something I don’t understand. If I was an attractive man like him I would be out there ruining so many lives. Instead of him doing just that, he’s at home with it in his hand watching me. I guess he could be doing both, but something “Charles” told me previously makes me think he doesn’t.
My orgasm slams into me so suddenly I cry out as I ride out my release, keeping my eyes on the man across the room as I fall off a cliff of pleasure.
“Fuck, Au–” he cuts off before he can say my real name. “Can I come?”
“Yes,” I cry, riding out my pleasure.
It doesn’t take him much longer before I’m watching his body flex while letting out a quiet groan and releasing into his hand.
I’m catching my breath as I remove my hand from between my thighs, fingers coated in my release. I use those same fingers to gesture Charlie over to me. He’s hesitant, looking down at his hand that is coated in his release.
“Come here,” I command, not letting him wonder anymore if he should do anything with the cum leaking out of his hand and some still on the tip of his cock.
He walks over to the side of the bed, glancing in the direction of my computer, probably making sure his face isn’t in it. He’s so tall I know it’s not, but his body might be, though that doesn’t seem to stop him.
I sit up on my knees as he approaches so we are facing each other. I can tell he’s hesitant about what is about to happen, or maybe about what just happened. Either way, I want him to feel confident about all of it. Which is why I take the hand he used to jerk himself off, raise it up to my mouth, and suck the cum from his index finger while keeping my eyes locked on his.
I let his finger go with a pop and that’s when he snaps. In a single swift move he reaches over, slamming my laptop shut and his lips land on mine in a furious kiss. His mouth is rough as we battle for control and I fucking love it. I shouldn’t because in this dynamic I should be the one with the power, but this is ultimately what I wanted.
Him out of control.
I bite his lower lip and he groans before his tongue plunges into my mouth, tangling with mine. He pushes me back onto the bed with his body and cum covered hand on me, but I don’t even care. I kind of want him to rub that hand all over my skin like he has the right to. Like he wants to see me marked with him.
My leg curls over his waist, yanking his hips to press against mine and I can feel his erection is back as it presses against my barely covered core. He rips the mask from my head, and I moan into his mouth, silently begging for more. I want him to rub himself against my still sensitive clit. I know we are both losing our minds right now and I don’t even care. I can detach any sort of emotion from sex and at this moment that’s what I want to do. I don’t care about our circumstances; I won’t make it awkward but the things I would do to feel him touch me more than he is right now is driving me insane.
He pulls back and the look in his eyes is lust filled, but also conflicted. He looks away before removing his body from mine. I continue to lay on the bed, clothes a ruffled mess.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he says, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair.
“You definitely should have, that was kind of my goal.”
He shakes his head. “No, I can’t–” he sighs.
“I’ve seen you, and you really can,” I offer. I know he wants this, wants me and honestly, I want the sex.
“You don’t–” he groans, “we won’t do this again. I’m sorry, Audrey.”
I sit up, but he’s already turning around and leaving my room without looking back. I want to yell after him, but I don’t know if I want to be bitchy or beg him to come back. He seemed like there’s something holding him back, something else.
As I adjust my clothes, I think back to one conversation I had with “Charles” that stuck with me because I didn’t understand. Now knowing it was Charlie I really don’t understand, but I have a feeling that has to do with what just went down in this room.
“I bet you have a full roster of women to fuck so why do you spend so much time talking to me?” I asked Charles one night when he told me this was the best part of his day.
He chuckles, “There’s no roster, I’m…picky.”
“Oh, so I’m special?” I taunt.
“Very, but I had an ex fuck me over pretty bad, so I don’t trust easily anymore. And I trust you.”
“I am special. Careful Charles, I might just fall in love.” I’m joking. I don’t even know if I will ever fall in love with anyone, but certainly not someone where I’ve never seen their face.
“I’m comfortable with you, Lacey, it’s nice to have you to talk to.”
“Same,” I smile. I tell guys a lot of things to make them happy, make them want to keep talking to me and paying me, but I actually meant it with Charles. I’m comfortable with him. I want to know how the ex fucked him over so bad and how that’s affected him, but I decide not to push. Keep the conversation fun and move on.
He may have trusted “Lacey”, but he doesn’t trust Audrey. That’s fine by me. The illusion is clearly shattered with us. Despite me being the exact same person he’s been talking to, he doesn’t see it that way and clearly never will, which makes sense. I meant what I said before, Lacey isn’t real and he doesn’t really know Audrey.
Tonight was a blip, a mistake, and we don’t have to talk about it ever again. Both of us can move on and I’ll go back to pretending I’m not even here, once again, while working extra hard to get my house fixed so I can get the fuck out.