Chapter 10 Serena #2
Reaching between my legs, I pull my panties to the side. Can he see every part of me from his camera view right now? Am I fully exposed? If I’m going to put on a show, I want him to be able to watch.
Retrieving the toy from my mouth, I lower it to my center. I swipe it through my wetness, forcing my legs open wider as I gently ease it inside.
The sensation is fuller than I expected. My stomach flutters, and my skin tingles in anticipation. He’s in control, and I’m at his mercy.
My hips buck as a vibration abruptly thrums deep inside me. “Fuck.”
My Masked Valentine: You can’t take it out until I’m done with you
My Masked Valentine: Say you understand
“You can hear me?” Embarrassment floods my cheeks.
I can’t help but chuckle that I feel sheepish about him hearing me and not the fact that I’m spread-eagle, facing a camera that he’s watching. The vibration stops abruptly.
My Masked Valentine: Yes. Don’t be quiet now. I want to hear every whimper and moan. But I won’t continue until you consent
I wet my lips, vulnerability drying out my mouth as I swallow. “Don’t stop.”
The vibration roars to life, and I lurch forward as it pulses steadily inside of me.
Oh God, it’s so hard and fast right now. At this rate, I’ll be lucky if I last more than a minute, maybe even thirty seconds.
A moan slips past my lips, and as if on cue, he changes the speed and adds a pattern. It feels like a long wave passes through the device, the strength gradually building and falling.
It’s intoxicating, and my eyes struggle to stay open as I rock in the chair with the sensations.
My head rolls back as the intensity increases. Holy shit, this feels so goddamn good. Knowing that he’s the one at the helm of the ship only makes everything that much better.
My core tightens, and I know I can’t hold back much longer. I haven’t come since that night in the dating room, the same night he surprised me here at the office and locked Kerrigan in the bathroom.
It doesn’t take much longer to send me off of the cliff, my first orgasm rolling through me. I shatter in pleasure, moans and whimpers filling the air of the empty space.
Embarrassment will find me later for the way I’m crying out right now, but at the moment, I couldn’t care less.
The intensity carries me through the climax, only lowering as I start to catch my breath.
My phone chimes, and I open my eyes, reading the new text.
My Masked Valentine: How many until you can’t take it anymore?
The vibration rocks through me, the strength of the pulse tearing all air from the room as I inhale sharply.
My Masked Valentine: How many until you’re a helpless puddle on the floor?
He messes with the controls. The patterns are uneven and abrupt. I can’t keep up with the sensations. I’m not in control of my breaths or moans. I’m too wound up to even think straight.
My Masked Valentine: How many times can I make you come until you quit and take it out? Think I can find your breaking point?
Holy fuck, this man is going to be the death of me, but at least I’ll go out with a smile on my face. I’m already building back up, the second climax moments from ripping through me.
It’s so intense, so fucking hot. I’ve made myself come more than twice in a single setting, but it’s never been like this. Never at the hands of a masked man watching me through his camera while operating the vibrator from behind the screen.
Nothing has ever been as hot as this.
I can’t handle it. It’s too much, too good, too—
“Oh fuck!”
Stars dance in my vision as my orgasm explodes through me. My head flies back, and I cry out, gripping the arms of my chair for dear life.
“Oh God. Oh God. Please,” I murmur, unsure of what I’m saying please for.
Please don’t stop. I want to do this forever. Please stop because I’m not sure how much more I can actually handle. Both are true.
My Masked Valentine: You. This. So fucking perfect. So fucking beautiful.
I finally catch my breath, my muscles gradually relaxing one by one when the vibration is practically unnoticeable.
My Masked Valentine: Did you think we were done?
“Ahh!” I gasp as the vibration and speed strike again.
I clench every muscle in my entire body. If I thought it was too much to handle before, this is an entirely new level of intensity.
He’s working the machine and my body like he knows all the weaknesses, all the ways to push me over the edge. I don’t last another ten seconds before I’m coming again.
And again and again.
As the next orgasm builds, tears well in my eyes—something I’ve never experienced while coming. My legs are shaking, spasming, and flailing as I cry out harder and louder than before, feeling like my body may actually explode from the bombs of pleasure going off.
I can’t see. I can’t think. I can barely breathe as I come down from the high again.
My phone chimes—no, it rings. He’s calling me.
With a noodle for an arm, I reach out, pick my phone up, and answer. “Hello?”
His voice is ragged. “You did so fucking good. So fucking good.” He struggles to catch his own breath, and I wonder if he was enjoying the private show and coming along with me. “You can take it out now.”
“Thank God,” I murmur, not even realizing the thought slipped past my lips.
I giggle, and a husky chuckle leaves him.
“Take it home with you, okay?” he asks.
I nod, unable to form a word as I ease the toy out of me and put it back in the box.
“Your car should be warm by now. I started it a little while ago. And there’s sushi en route to your house right now.”
Tears well in my eyes again, taking me by surprise, and a sob breaks free from my throat.
“Don’t cry. Is everything okay? I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard.” His voice is soft, genuine, and concerned.
I wipe my eyes. “No, it’s just … overwhelming. But good. You’re so … good.”
“I might have to quit my job just to fly home to you right now.”
I giggle, an uncontrollable smile taking over my face. “No, don’t. I’ll be okay. I’ve just never experienced anything like that before. It’s new territory for me.”
“Me too,” he admits, and my heart skips a beat. “It’s only ever been like this with you.”
I’ve tried not to think about him having a relationship like this before, but hearing him say that warms me to the core—in other ways than he just did … repeatedly.
“You’re saying you haven’t stalked anyone before or wooed them with a creepy mask?”
He scoffs. “Creepy? I’ll have you know that I had this custom-made because Valentine’s Day is your favorite holiday, Little Cupid.” He pauses. He has a serious tone in his voice as he continues, “I did all of this just for you. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I need you.”
“Really?” The desperation for reassurance surprises me. I’ve never been one to need it, but I think it’s because, like him, I’ve never wanted anyone in the way I want him.
I don’t know where we’re going or what our path looks like, but I know without a doubt that I want my future to have him in it, only him.
His voice is so clear, as if he were right here, whispering in my ear. “I promise it’s only you. It’ll only ever be you, Serena.”
The way he says my name, it strikes a chord deep inside me, like a faint hint of familiarity. Uneasiness settles into my bones, but I quickly force it away.
I’m not letting my mind get in the way of what he and I are building. I’m sure it only sounded familiar because I’ve heard him say it a thousand times before.