Chapter 5 #3
But seriously. Thirty Billy Joel records?
I take a moment to paw my way through her underwear drawer—and, okay, steal two pairs of panties for, you know…reasons.
But at the end of the day, there’s nothing shocking about her room or its contents. I mean, yes, the fuckton of spicy romance paperbacks. But that’s it.
Everything is exactly what you’d expect to find in this girl’s room.
And that’s what bothers me.
Something’s missing.
My brow furrows as I drag my gaze around the room, looking for something, anything, that would give even the smallest hint that multiple times a week, this girl puts on bondage gear and kinky lingerie and—
That’s what’s missing.
No, not a big neon sign flashing “VELVET VILLAINESS LIVES HERE”.
The clothes.
The props.
The wig.
Galina’s not the type to keep her stash of Villainess stuff elsewhere. She’d keep it here.
There’s nothing under the bed when I check again. Nothing in the back of her dresser, or in her desk drawers.
My eyes return to the closet.
Where are you hiding your secrets, little villain.
It takes me a minute, but when I figure out that the wall at the back of her closet is way too close to the clothes hanging on the rack, it clicks.
You little sneak…
The fake wall slides open on quiet runners, and a grin spreads over my face.
Now we’re talking.
I step aside just enough to let the moonlight illuminate the rack of leather tops and skirts. The fishnets. The metal and leather chokers. The black fetish lingerie. The sky-high stilettos. The row of masks.
The blonde wig.
A little shelf of books on bondage, Shibari, Dom/sub relationships and dynamics. Breath play.
Color me fucking interested.
Real talk, I’ve been hard since I walked into her room and inhaled her floral, citrusy, vanilla and jasmine scent. But when I open that door and drink in the sight of her secrets, my dick gets even harder and starts to leak precum.
I’m reaching down to adjust myself when my eyes land on the trunk on the floor in this hidden section of closet.
Well well well. What do we have—
Whoa.
I guess maybe I was picturing more clothes, or another horde of sexy lingerie, or romance books so filthy she’s embarrassed to keep them out on her shelves.
I was not expecting a collection of sex toys.
Like…over two dozen of them.
If my dick hadn't been leaking precum into my pants before, seeing Galina’s collection of fairly large, multicolored and multi-shaped vibrators and dildos is enough to get the stickiness in my boxers spreading like wildfire.
Actually, I think I’ve seen some of these before, in her videos.
Not like that.
Velvet Villainess did a video a while back where she was reviewing this pseudo-comedic erotica novel involving lava-planet aliens with prehensile orange-red cocks.
This fucking thing was all over BookTok.
I almost did a video on it myself until I decided I didn’t want to touch…
no pun intended…anything to do with prehensile alien dicks.
Yep, there in the box is the snake-like red-orange rubber dildo that some toy company partnered with the author on, which Velvet Villainess held up in her video with an “oh my!” look on her face.
There’s also an especially massive blueish green tentacle-y rubber dick. I vaguely remember Villainess dancing in her review vid of a particular “sea-monster erotica” book, and then the tentacle cock slowly rose up from the bottom of the screen in an amusing way.
Except now, here in her room, with her sleeping in just panties and a tank top behind me, I’m imaging Galina doing a lot more than just using this thing as a prop. And when those thoughts slide into my head, there’s nothing “amusing” about the way my balls tighten.
It’s probably time for me to go at this point.
But not quite.
I didn't just come here to snoop.
Galina’s laptop password is ridiculously obvious.
It’s “Nikitin”.
I mean, come on.
I run a quick check. After realizing there’s nothing to do with her Velvet Villainess account or content on it, I quickly insert the thumb drive I brought and install the backdoor software.
I place the secret cameras around her room.
I slip one of the Smart-Tag trackers I bought especially for her under the insole of a pair of her school shoes, another in a bag I see her with all the time, and the third in one of her jackets. It’s not perfect, but it’ll work.
When I’m done and sitting there, quite pleased with myself but desperately not trying to make any connections between this and my great-uncle’s proclivities, I walk back over to her sleeping form.
My cock is painfully hard as I kneel next to her bed and lean over her body. Her slightly parted legs.
I lower my face to within an inch of the strip of cotton and lace covering her pussy and inhale.
Fuck, she smells good.
Too good.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
I climb back down the ivy outside of Galina’s third-floor window and start to jog away from The Atheneum, back towards the gravel path that leads to the rest of campus. I glance around and flip my hood up over my face.
Smile for the cameras, little villain.