55. Chapter 53
Emery
The vibes cut out, and my heart stutters thinking that the toy isn’t charged enough, but then it starts back up, building stronger and stronger, the vibrations both on my clit and inside of me.
Within seconds, the strength of the toy is pushing past anything I have felt from it yet, teetering on the edge of painful.
My stomach starts to clench, but then, like someone easing their foot off the gas pedal, it starts to die down.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as I desperately suck in air and try to relax, try to unclench, but fuck, I’m strung so tightly that I’m surprised I haven’t shattered already.
I need this orgasm.
Just like before, the toy feels like it shuts off, but only for a single second, then it starts to increase again.
The walls of my pussy tighten around the vibrating cock, trying to suck it in, to feel it as deep as fucking possible.
It hits the peak and almost burns, the intensity so strong the vibrations of my clit feel white-hot.
As it comes back down, I suck in short, sharp breaths of air, my entire focus on my pussy and the orgasm I want so fucking badly.
I need a little bit more. A little more and I’ll explode. I know it. Just half a second longer.
As the pause hits, there is a ding from my laptop, and I try to concentrate on the words as the climb begins again.
EyesOnYou: Let go of the toy and hold your ankles. Tuck your knees up to your chest, show me both of your holes.
The order fights against the rising pleasure, but eventually, I’m able to pry my fingers loose from the toy, which, to be honest, I forgot I was holding, then wrap both hands around my ankles, knees squishing my tits together.
Instantly, I understand.
I’m helpless like this.
I can’t push it in farther, push it against me harder, I can’t pump it in and out of me.
I’m at the mercy of the toy.
But it’s not the toy that’s the problem. It’s the setting. The setting that only hits the peak for half a second before leaving me screaming for more as it takes the pleasure away.
Just like I expected—this setting is fucking torture.
There is another ding, and I look at the screen, mouth falling open as the peak hits yet again.
EyesOnYou: Let me hear you, baby. Tell me how the toy feels.
“It’s, oh god,” I pant through the climb, rocking my hips to try and get more pressure or feel it deeper. “It’s, ahh, oh, fuck.”
I suck in a breath as it starts to go down again. “It’s so strong at the top, but it’s too quick, I can’t, I won’t be able to come.”
Pause.
“It’s vibrating inside my pussy and on my clit,” I stutter out as we go up again, my throat tightening, clit tingling, heat everywhere, then everything releases.
“Ohmygod, this is torture. I don’t think I can do this. I need more. I need longer.”
Pause.
“Daddy,” I beg as we climb again, and I know he can see my asshole clenching as my pussy tightens around the vibration. I’m so hot. Everywhere. My head bows down and my stomach clenches, the vibes pushing me higher. “Pleaseeee.”
Pause.
Rolling my hips doesn’t fucking help at all. If anything, it feels like the toy is slipping out. In a desperate effort to get more contact, I pull my knees wider, spreading myself open to the camera, but I don’t give a fuck.
Whoever EyesOnYou is could be taking screenshot after screenshot right now, but all I can think about is my need to come. Even thinking that has the heat in my core spiking hotter. Fuck, I hope he is taking screenshots.
EyesOnYou: That pretty pussy is doing so good.
“It’s slipping out,” I whine, trying to stay perfectly still so that it doesn’t fall out completely. “I’m so wet. Please, can I push it back in?”
There is a whole climb and fall before my laptop dings again.
EyesOnYou: Yes. But then hand back on your ankle.
Oh, thank fuck.
I reach between my legs and adjust the toy, making sure that the part that goes on my clit gets really good contact, then return my hand to my ankle as ordered.
“Ohhh,” I moan, head flopping back on the pillow, because now, now, it feels like I can come. My pelvis is full of heat, my clit is humming, and wetness has definitely started to leak out of me. “Oh my god, Daddy, I’m so close.”
There is another ding, but I can’t open my eyes. I can’t move. Every peak brings me just that much closer, the heat inside of me pushing me further toward the cliff. My lips start to tingle, and I’m not sure if I’m breathing right.
It’s right, fucking there. Right, oh god. “No, please. I need to come.
I don’t even know who I’m begging. It’s not like he can change the settings for me. And even if he could, I wouldn’t want to break Hudson’s rule.
I tremble as I wait for the next wave. One more, I just need one more.
“Pleaseeeeee,” I beg one final time as the heat turns to an inferno, and as the peak hits, I feel myself launching off the cliff, exploding into a thousand pieces. “Yesssssss.”
My clit throbs and my pussy tightens, then the vibrations start to ease.
“No, no, no,” I sob as my pleasure fights to continue but peters out, ruining my orgasm, leaving me wanting and needy as the vibrations disappear. “No.”
Even I can hear the heartbreak in my tone.
But then my breath catches as the climb starts again. My clit is confused, giving another throb before the heat suddenly swells within me again and I’m shoved off the cliff for a second time.
And this time, my orgasm doesn’t give a fuck that the toy is climbing down. This time, the orgasm washes over me and my entire body feels like it is melting into the bed.
My limbs are heavy. Involuntarily, my hands release my ankles, and my legs fall to the sides, spreading myself wider for the camera.
Distantly, I’m aware that the vibrator is still on.
But with my entire body overloaded with tingling and floating, I barely register it.
Reaching between my thighs, I pull the toy free, fumbling for a moment to find the button to turn it off.
Everything is foggy.
I know I’m in my room, on my bed. My skin is warm, but the sweat I didn’t notice before is cooling. My abs hurt. And my pussy is tightening every few seconds, like it wishes I’d left the toy in.
Dings puncture my floaty awareness, and I have to do a little bit of mental gymnastics to remember what the sound is for.
EyesOnYou.
With every ounce of energy that has managed to come back to my body so far, I force myself up onto my elbows, not giving a fuck that I’m completely naked, legs still spread for the camera, and that there is a toy absolutely covered in my cum resting against my thigh.
EyesOnYou: Relax, baby. It’ll happen. Just let yourself feel the toy.
EyesOnYou: Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.
EyesOnYou: Such a good girl for me. Thank you, baby.
EyesOnYou: Fuck, look at that pussy, it wants more.
EyesOnYou: I’ll be here when you’re ready, baby girl. No rush.
EyesOnYou: You were perfect.
My cheeks burn at the compliments from this internet stranger. “Ah, thank you.”
Embarrassment burns in my stomach. What the hell did I just do?
Did I seriously make myself come for some rando on the internet? Fuck me, this could be some weird pasty old dude, who has a fucked up collection of dolls and can only get his kicks on the internet because he doesn’t know how to interact with women in real life.
Just because I was imagining Derek’s voice does not mean this guy is Derek. Or anything like Derek.
Fuck.
“Ah, okay, I’m going to go and clean up. Thank you for…watching.”
I reach for the lid, but a message comes through.
EyesOnYou: It was my pleasure.
EyesOnYou: I’m not comfortable with letting you log off right now. I know that I’m not actually able to sit with you and make sure you are okay, but I would really appreciate it if you would allow me a little more time with you.
EyesOnYou: Another twenty minutes?
EyesOnYou: You can use the timer function again.
I stare at the words.
They are kind of…sweet. Like, sure, I got myself off for his viewing pleasure, but he wants to make sure I’m okay?
It’s weirdly wholesome.
I think? Maybe?
Whatever it is, I think I kind of like it.
“I was about to go take a shower,” I reply, gesturing at my general crotch area. “Got a little messy.”
EyesOnYou: Like I have said in the past, I’m happy to watch anything you would like to show me.
I raise my eyebrow. He wants to watch me shower? Well, I mean, it’s not like he didn’t just watch my pussy eat a purple dick.
Mentally shrugging, I quickly complete the last of Hudson’s rules and then gather the things I need for my shower and scoop up my laptop before carrying it all to the bathroom, oddly happy that we aren’t parting ways just yet.