Chapter 11 #3
You know the kind of books I read. That’s par the course for the men in those stories.
The Ghost Prince
Is that your way of saying I'm your book boyfriend?
Yup, just me grinning like an asshole over here.
Velvet Villainess
Not in ANY way shape or form.
The Ghost Prince
For the record, it’s not about ego. Do you really think someone with my height, body, and dick has a fragile ego?
Of course, the second he mentions his dick, that’s all I can think about.
How big it is. How silky and yet hard it felt stretching my lips wide. Gliding over my tongue.
Fucking my mouth.
I think of the way he tasted and how he felt dripping onto my skin.
Suddenly, I’m feeling feral. Because goddammit, he is the whole package. I mean, maybe he’s got a horribly disfigured face or three eyes or whatever. But all the bits of him I have seen are pure fantasy material.
They’re also the reason I’m so turned on right now that I’m probably soaking my duvet.
Seriously, I could be. I’m still dressed in what I wore to his lair: my skirt, the lacy top with the hoodie over it, the fishnets. My boots are by the door.
Fuck.
My panties.
He's still got them.
My face feels extra warm and my eyes are a little glassy with need as I turn my attention back to my phone.
Velvet Villainess
So if it’s not about ego, why do you need their names?
The Ghost Prince
To kill them. Duh.
I swallow.
Velvet Villainess
So it IS about ego.
The Ghost Prince
Nope.
Velvet Villainess
***
The Ghost Prince
It's about you being mine, baby. And I don’t share what’s mine. Even with the past.
Jesus fuck.
Pure desire throbs in my core. My pussy pulses with need as I squirm on the bed, desperate for some touch or friction between my legs.
Fuck it.
I shove the skirt down my legs and kick it off, spreading my legs wide as my hands drop between them.
Shit…
I moan quietly, my breath catching as my fingers glide over my swollen clit and sink into my slick heat.
Fuck, I’m so turned on that I’m trembling.
Without another thought, I reach over to my bedside table and yank open the drawer.
I have…bigger toys hidden in the secret compartment of my closet along with my Velvet Villainess stuff.
I mean, I haven’t used all of them. The giant one I used for my centaur video, obviously, is never going inside me because fuck no. But some of the others?
Yeah.
They’ve seen some shit.
The toy in my bedside table is a fairly small pink vibrator. It's nowhere near the size of The Ghost Prince’s monster cock.
But right now, I’ll take anything.
I cry out softly, moaning and arching my back when I press the vibrator to my throbbing clit. A soft buzzing sound fills the room as I move it in slow circles over the aching nub.
Velvet Villainess
I have a question.
Horny, masturbating me needs to STOP messaging this man. Horny, masturbating me needs to put down the damn phone, or better yet turn it off, and do my thing until I get what I need.
But horny, masturbating me has a hard time with logic and good decisions.
The Ghost Prince
Shoot.
Velvet Villainess
What did you do with them? Or what are you going to do with them?
The Ghost Prince
You mean the exes you totally made up in some adorable attempt to stoke my jealousy? I’m going to almost kill them all, then fuck you in their blood while they’re still alive so that they see how MINE you are as they breathe their last.
Oh fuck.
Oh fucking fuck.
Velvet Villainess
No…not them.
I gasp, my legs shaking as I press the vibrator harder against my clit, imagining things going further than they did back at his lair.
I imagine him not stopping after eating me out. Him sliding up my body and pinning me to the bed. Forcing my legs apart and making me take every inch of his gorgeous dick over and over and over…
The Ghost Prince
You mean your panties?
I shiver, moaning as tight heat balls in my core.
Velvet Villainess
Yes.
The Ghost Prince
Are you sure you want to know, little villain?
Fucking yes please.
Velvet Villainess
Yes.
My core begins to knot. My nipples tighten to aching points before I yank my hoodie off and all but rip the lacy top down so that my fingers can find them.
My vision begins to blur at the edges as the orgasm building inside me threatens to tear me apart.
Then my phone dings, and a picture comes through.
Holy fuck.
…It's of my panties, wrapped around the base of his huge, hard, veined, very erect cock.
I gasp, choking on my breath and shuddering as my back snaps rigid.
A sound I don’t recognize bubbles up my throat and rips free as the orgasm crashes through me like a hurricane.
My legs spasm and my body writhes as I break apart at the seams, moaning loudly before I collapse onto the bed, shaking.
My phone dings with another message.
The Ghost Prince
Take your time. I realize it’s a lot to take in.
I groan as the haze of horniness clears.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Velvet Villainess
I mean, it’s fine.
Velvet Villainess
Anyway, gotta run. Later.
"Later."
Cringe.
I quickly close the app and throw my phone toward the foot of my bed before I collapse into my duvet and my shame.