28. Oops （Oh My）
oops (oh my)
Deirdre
I couldn’t be happier when the workday comes to an end. While it was eventful and productive, I’m spent. Between lunch with Dad, Scar’s teasing, and tackling a heavy workload, I am ready to blow off some steam. Eager to get home to my toys and pl…Fuck. I forgot to charge them. Shower head it is.
Note to self: charge my damn toys.
I pull into the garage and enter through the side door, slightly disappointed that the house is empty.
Without preamble, I undress, trailing to my bathroom, humming softly as I turn on the shower. As I go over my mental checklist I remember to grab my toy chargers and plug them in. To my surprise, the lights don’t blink, indicating a full charge.
He did not.
I’m not mad about it, because I don’t stay on top of charging them my-damn-self. A clear sign that this man is very attentive to my habits and needs.
Speaking of need, replays of his commanding voice urging me to come hijack what should be a relaxing shower into a pregame session.
I aim the detachable shower head downward, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit. The thought of him handling my toys turns me on more than I care to admit. The delicious combination guides me to the cliff, and I tumble over in ecstasy.
I complete my nightly routines for my skin, hair, and body and finish up as I massage the vanilla-scented lotion into my skin. I’m admiring my body in the mirror when an idea comes to mind. Not a good one, but since he played with me all day, I must return the favor.
He wanted me to play and I will.
I wrap myself in a robe and head downstairs to fetch a pre-rolled joint from my office stash before dragging my step ladder into my room to retrieve the camera above my closet. I place it directly in front of my bed before stepping onto my balcony for a few puffs to calm my nerves.
Once the high hits, I put the joint out, dim my bedside lamps, and pick out a crotchless cranberry teddy to slip on. I don’t wish to obstruct his view, because tonight, I want to be seen. To thank him for helping me get my mind off the unexpected visit, I’ll give him a show he can’t resist.
I grab a vibrator from the box underneath and climb onto my bed, a strong wave of his scent takes over, as if he’s here, but he must’ve sprayed his cologne on my pillow.
Cute.
I position myself into the camera’s view, picturing his broad build and whiskey eyes on me. This may be the wildest thing I’ve ever done. While all signs point to no, I still send a text to Scar.
Bedroom camera.
Tell me what you see.
Moments later, my phone pings with a response I’m nervous to open.
Scar
I see a greedy girl in need of my attention.
Oh my God.
Is that right?
Scar
You tell me.
Better yet, show me.
Yes, Sir.
I grab the violet dual-sided toy, one end reminiscent of a tongue and the other a vibrator. I hold it up silently, asking him to choose for me.
Scar
Option 2.
Good choice.
Watch and learn.
A low hum fills the room, and I spread my legs, revealing my soaked pussy. My eyes lock with the camera as the toy kisses my clit, but I don’t stop.
Moments later, chimes fill the air, breaking my lust-induced haze. I peek over my shoulder to find Scar flashing across my phone screen, ripping the air from my lungs. I swipe at the screen, eyes darting to the camera.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself, but go off,” he says with a groan.
I scoff. “Are you touching yourself?”
He chuckles softly. “You look so fucking good, can you blame me?”
“I can. This is supposed to be my moment,” I argue.
“Claim it, then.”
I imagine my nipples between his teeth, grazing the soaked vibrator across my sensitive buds, and a hushed “fuck” escapes his lips. The deep rumble of his voice sets my body on fire as I drag the vibrator back to my clit.
“That pussy needs to be filled. Show me how you’d take me. If you could, that is.”
“Oh, please. I can handle you, Scar.”
“ Sir . Prove it, baby.”
I tease my entrance before inserting the vibrator. My needy pussy welcomes the intrusion, tightly squeezing around it.
“ Cono . Good girl. Now fuck yourself like I would.”
I’m certain I could come just from him speaking to me.
I part my legs wider, sinking the toy deeper until it bottoms out, increasing the pressure as my hips grind. I arch my back at his whimpers as he fucks his hand for me.
“You’re going to come whenever I say so. ? Me entiendes?”
“Mmhm,” I manage between breaths, wriggling as the pressure builds, arching my back in anticipation.
“ Cuéntame . Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’ve never felt sexier in my life, on display for his eyes only. My hand rubs soft circles around my clit as I taunt him with breathy moans, waiting for further instruction.
“You’re taking it so well, baby,” he praises.
The sound of his moans spurs me on, making me a whimpering mess when I’m close.
“Fuck. I’m going to come for you,” I breathe.
“Come, mi beba . Come with me.”
The pleasure overtakes me, and I buck my hips against the vibrator, chasing every spark. I catch my breath as I come down, decreasing the vibrations before shutting off the toy. Gently pulling it out as my pussy clenches, excited breaths are all I can hear.
“ Bueno . Taste yourself .”
I raise the toy to my lips, moaning as I suck it clean, wishing it was him instead.
“Mmm. Quiero comerte ,” he says in a gravelly tone that sends chills through me.
I cannot believe I just did that.
“You were so good for me. Buenas noches , Deirdre,” he says and disconnects the call.
I’m still reeling as I clean up. What a day , I think when I slip into bed, recalling how it felt to have an audience and follow orders with a purpose. He was right, I like being watched as much as he likes to hide.
But today was a shift for us both, my shadow stepped into the light before retreating into the night. I won’t tell a soul; this was just for us, and I like it that way.
Scar has become a dirty little secret, one I don’t mind keeping. My little secret, kept in good taste. Damn good taste.