Chapter 14
“Lizzie.”
I startle at the sound of my name. The bedroom is completely dark, and Reik has been lying next to me, awkwardly rustling around for the better part of two minutes before he finally said something. “What?”
“It’s been a month.”
I frown. I think it’s been longer, actually, but I don’t exactly want to bring that up to him.
“Yeah, sure.” Without preamble, I slide my pajama bottoms down to the foot of the bed and wait as he rolls on top of me.
His kisses are slobbery, messy, and wet.
And I barely react to them anymore. Everything about this is so routine, so unsatisfying.
“Does he even make you cum like this?” The mechanical voice in my ear is loud.
I still instantly. Looking up at Reik with wide eyes, I wait for whatever’s coming next. Surely, he heard the voice. But he doesn’t say or do anything, just continues to thrust into me as he hovers on top.
“I bet he hasn’t ever given you an orgasm.”
I bite my lip. Reik has, although it’s been a long fucking time since then. And it had way more to do with how I was manipulating my body than the way he was doing anything. Shifting under his body, I get more comfortable and wait to see what BandAid42 will say next.
“I could fuck you better than him.”
I have no doubts about that. Reik’s thrusts get faster, and then he moans as he comes. Within a second, he’s rolled off me and back onto his side of the bed as if nothing happened. I smile at him and grab my pajama pants as I skitter off the bed, heading to the bathroom.
“You should walk naked around your house more often.”
I shiver. Giving BandAid42 the password to the cameras might not have been the best idea of mine. But then again, I’m so turned on just knowing that they are watching, that they see what I feel every day.
“Take your shirt off.”
I stop just before I reach the bathroom door.
If I go in there, then they won’t be able to see me any longer; it’s the one place we never put cameras, for obvious reasons.
My heart pounds deliciously, my brain spinning with decisions.
Instead of taking a step forward, I drop my pants onto the floor and unbutton my sleep shirt.
A chuckle reaches my ear, a sweet, seductive one of knowing because BandAid42 is getting exactly what they want. And to be fair, I think I’m about to as well. I drop my sleep shirt to the floor and look directly at the camera in the hallway.
“What now?” I ask.
“Touch yourself.”
Those words are whispered in heat, layered in so many levels of desire that I’m not even sure I can separate all of them.
“Those are my fingers pinching your nipples.”
I do as I’m told, using my thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipples. Leaning against the wall, I jut out my hips.
“My hands on your belly.”
I swallow, biting my lip to hold in my groan. Dragging my hands down my body and touching myself as BandAid42 watches. I wish I could see them, to know what they’re doing as I pleasure myself to their words, to their commands.
“My mouth against your cunt.”
Closing my eyes, I imagine what that’d feel like.
To have someone’s mouth against me, tongue sliding around against my clit, sucking so hard that I feel like they’re going to tear me apart piece by piece.
I hold my breath, my fingers sliding through my slick and swollen pussy, touching sticky juices from both Reik and me.
I breathe sharply, my voice barely a moan.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself because Reik isn’t going to do it right. But I will.”
“Yesssss…” I hiss out the word, sliding two fingers deep inside of me and pressing my thumb to my clit. I can’t stop the gasp from leaving my lips, the push of my hips into my hand as I seek more. “I need you here.”
“Hold on, slut. You can’t have everything.”
But I can. I know I can. And BandAid42 is the one who’s opened those doors for me, the one who’s taught me that I can want and I can need, and I can get those wants and needs met.
I pump my fingers faster, rocking my hips into my hand.
My head spins from the pleasure, unable to keep myself stable as I nearly fall to the floor.
“Are you on the verge yet?” The croon is softer than before, less mechanical. If I use my imagination, I’m sure I can find a way to hear the real voice under the technology, to hear what BandAid42 really sounds like. “Are you ready to cum for me, slut?”
“Yes,” I say, answering quickly. Because my orgasm is already building to the point where I won’t be able to turn back. I scrunch my nose up as I hold it off, as I wait until I get the okay from BandAid42 to let everything go and to cum for them and only them.
I don’t want to play games anymore. I want to experience the real thing, to know that they’re coming for me, to take me away from this putrid life that I can’t stand, from the disgusting marriage I’ve found myself in. I gasp, pushing my shoulders hard into the wall.
“Stop!” The command is sharp, precise.
I rip my hand from my pussy, my chest heaving from exertion, and I look around wildly. That had felt like they were right there with me, standing next to me in this hallway, yelling into my ear the one command and expecting me to follow without question.
And I did.
“Good, slut. Now, take a shower and clean yourself up. We don’t want you to spend too much of your energy without me, do we?”
They’re not going to let me cum.
After all of that, they’re going to leave me on the verge of orgasm and force me not to touch myself to finish off the deal. And no matter how ticked off I am by that, which is royally, I know without a doubt that I’m going to listen. I won’t touch myself. I won’t cum.
“No,” I whisper. “No, only with you.”