CHAPTER 18
Sutton
Something came up with the club that required Dominic and Leon’s attention so after our dance, they had one of their bodyguards drive me home.
I practically ran up to my room and was breathing so hard I was concerned about my health by the time I’d locked myself inside my bathroom.
I stood at the counter and stared at myself in the mirror for as long as I could before shame burned me too badly to keep looking.
I’d watched a man spank a woman and then have sex with her.
I’d heard other people having sex. Dominic and Leon had touched me and danced with me, together.
None of that would’ve been shameful if I hadn’t reacted the way I had.
My body was on fire. My panties were uncomfortably wet and I was sure I’d left a damp spot on Dominic’s thigh. I was humiliated…and yet…
I was on fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t catch my breath. My mind was firing too fast for all the thoughts to make sense. It was all just a blur of hunger and need like I’d never known.
I took care of my bathroom needs and rinsed my panties in the sink before adding them to my hamper.
I brushed my teeth and thought about that woman on stage taking the man’s penis in her mouth.
She’d taken all of it. I’d always assumed that doing that was just something women did to make their men happy but that woman on stage had enjoyed herself.
She was thrilled to be doing it for the man.
I let my hair down and brushed it before admitting to myself that I was stalling.
Leon told me Theo had gone home while we were dancing.
He was in the house and I had a feeling he was watching the cameras.
I wanted to know why he left. I wanted to know if he was still watching my camera.
I was nervous, though. Watching him on the camera felt dangerous.
Letting him watch me felt even more dangerous.
Still, I found myself moving towards the bathroom door and opening it.
I pretended like I wasn’t paying attention to the camera as I walked to the dresser and pulled out a new pair of panties.
I wanted to pull them on under my skirt right there but I chickened out and rushed back into the bathroom to pull them on.
Back in my room again I grabbed the tablet and opened it so I could try to see Theo.
I clutched the tablet a little tighter when I saw him in his chair, large body stiff as he leaned forward.
A chill went down my spine when I saw that he was watching me.
I could see a tiny version of myself on one of his screens.
I glanced back at the camera and smiled before turning back and setting the tablet on my bed so I could watch it while I moved around the room.
I grabbed an oversized t-shirt and put it on the bed with a pair of pajama shorts. I felt like my chest was heaving up and down as I contemplated what I wanted to do next. I stood there, watching Theo watch me with my back to the camera for longer than ever would’ve seemed reasonable.
Theo had gone home. He hadn’t been able to participate in the same way his best friends had.
I wondered if he was sad and the thought left me unsettled.
Unsettled enough to want to give him something.
It was probably a pathetic offering from a pathetic woman but it was all I had the nerve to give him.
With my back to the camera I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop to the floor.
My pulse raced and I felt a whole body blush take over.
Reaching back, I unhooked my bra and slowly let it drop away, too.
Movement in the video playing on the tablet showed me that Theo had stood up fast enough to knock his chair over.
It was on the floor behind him and he was standing there, watching me.
I could see the way his chest moved up and down, just like mine, through the camera and slowly pushed the skirt down my hips.
I tried to be brave and stand there, letting him look for as long as he wanted to but I was too self-conscious and embarrassed so I quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled it on. The shorts went on next and then I dove into bed after switching the lights off, tablet still clutched tight.
I could practically hear Theo tapping at his keyboard just before a message came through.
So beautiful. Thank you.
My body was so over-sensitized that every brush of the sheets made my skin almost ache.
I quickly kicked them off and wished I had a way to message Theo back.
Whatever app he used on the tablet didn’t have that option somehow.
It was torture to want to talk to him so badly but not be able to do anything about it. At least not until I got braver.
Hot?
I shook my head at the camera and sighed. I could see him lean back as he thought and then he looked up at the camera and I could see him stop to take a deep breath. His eyes were intense, even though a camera. He picked up a tablet of his own and held it up so I could see he was still watching me.
What you saw in the club turned you on.
I licked my lips and nodded. Onscreen I watched Theo reach over his head to grab the back of his shirt and yank it off, over his head.
I sat up embarrassingly fast as I held the tablet closer to my face, drinking in every dip and rise of his muscled chest. Maybe it was wrong to ogle but I’d never seen a body like his in real life.
And when his hand brushed over his abs as it trailed lower, my entire body felt like it’d gone up in flames.
There was something in the way he unbuttoned his pants that made me bite down on my lip.
He was watching me and he was…he was touching himself.
I couldn’t look away as he gripped himself over his pants and then pushed his pants down.
My brain screamed at me to look away, that I shouldn’t watch and he shouldn’t be showing.
He hadn’t asked permission. He was just showing me all of his business.
His eyes were firmly on the camera as he pulled himself free of his pants and boxers.
I could feel his eyes dancing over my skin as I let out a quiet scream and covered my mouth.
Theo’s business was large. I didn’t have anything to compare it to but I knew large when I saw it.
It was also oddly beautiful to me. The way the tip flushed red and the veins ran up and down it made it interesting and pretty.
I leaned closer to the screen, desperate to see more.
My body was burning up. My nipples ached and the space between my legs felt like a slip-n-slide.
Theo stroked himself with one hand and went back and forth between watching me and staring into my soul through the camera. Each stroke was long and slow, like he was tormenting himself. For me.
I sat up straighter and watched for his reaction as I touched my breast. It was instant.
He stroked harder and his lips parted. I cupped them and teased my nipples.
His strokes sped up. I slowly moved my hand down my stomach and watched Theo tip his head back and let out what looked like a sting of curses before his eyes were on me again.
I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was only acting.
I leaned back and slid my hand inside my shorts and panties.
The second I touched myself I let out a quiet moan and forgot everything I’d ever told myself about giving into physical pleasures.
I watched Theo stroking himself like a wild man as he watched me touch myself.
His face twisted in pleasure and agony and his abs tightened as he hunched forward.
He looked so out of control and it made me feel just as lost.
I slid the pads of my fingers over my clit in tight circles until I found a spot just over that sensitive nub that made my toes curl. Each down stroke made my nails graze over my clit and it took no time for my own orgasm to be right there, hovering over me.
It was seeing Theo’s lips form my name that sent me over. I moaned his name as I came. Tensing and twisting, I felt like I fought the orgasm until it won and left me weak and limp, lying flat on the bed with the blanket kicked to the floor.
On the tablet screen I watch Theo stroke himself even faster until he came, leaving a mess on his stomach.
I’d never seen a man come before but Theo made it look like art.
I wanted to see him do it again and again.
I wanted…I wanted to feel it. Like that woman on stage had felt it when the man orgasmed in her mouth.
Breathing just as hard as when I’d first run into my room, I rolled onto my side and yanked the sheet over me as I curled into the usual ball I slept in.
I was suddenly so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open.
The weight of their desires mixing with my own was almost too much for me to carry and I was feeling it as I kept the tablet in front of my face even as my eyes started growing heavier and heavier.
Theo moved his own tablet closer to his face and he smiled before tapping out a message.
You really do look like an angel. Goodnight and sweet dreams.