28. Cassandra Walker
Alexa Play: Red Wine Supernova by Chappel Roan
Iwatched, smirking with amused satisfaction as Theo’s texting bubbles appeared and disappeared several times. I could almost feel her desperation through the freaking walls, and it was so fucking hot.
Imagining her in there, touching herself to the thought of touching me was so erotic… My body was humming.
The picture she’d sent me had been so perfect. I imagined what it would feel like to trace my tongue between the valley of her breasts before nipping down on one of those tight, perfect nipples.
Would she squirm for me?
What sounds would she make?
I bet I could make her beg.
My monster purred, and I smiled as her response finally came through.
Theo:
I’m already on my knees for you, baby girl.
Jesus Christ.
I groaned and dropped my head back against the headboard.
The thought of a quivering, naked, and pliant Theodora on her knees before me, just waiting to do whatever I told her to do, was going to put me into cardiac arrest.
It’s too much power for someone like you to have, Cassandra.
The rational part of me–which sounded suspiciously like my therapist–was frantically trying to warn me to slow down.
To be careful.
Theodora was not some plaything. I could seriously hurt her if I truly let my monster out, and I didn’t want anyone hurting Theo.
Not even me.
But there was another voice in my head. A much louder voice that was tired of being controlled and contained.
It was the same voice that had told me to slit my mother’s throat when I was thirteen years old.
Claim. Consume. Destroy.
Take her. She’s yours. Yours to own. Yours to use. Yours to lo–
Another text came in, and my breath caught as I realized it was a video.
Holy fuck.
I hit play, settling deeper back into my pillows, my left hand lazily circling the tip of my breast as I watched Theo show me just how desperate she was for me.
The video was shot from chest height, and my mouth watered at the sight of her cut body. All the kick-boxing and martial arts had left her with literal washboard abs–abs you only saw on women in fitness magazines and action movies. But her abs weren’t what was holding my attention.
All I could do was stare as she traced a hand down her taut stomach. I nearly panted as she used her index and ring fingers to spread herself open so she could slowly finger her clit.
I jumped slightly as her raspy voice melted through the speaker of my phone.
“That what you wanted to see, princess?” she asked, her voice breathy and strained. I watched, entranced, as she slowly circled her clit with her middle finger, keeping herself spread open so I could see as much as possible from this angle.
“You wanted to see how wrecked I am for you?” She slid her fingers forward and dipped them inside herself, before pulling them out to show me just how fucking wet she was.
Oh my god.
It was literally clinging to her fingers in a long, clean, shimmering line. My mouth flooded with saliva, and suddenly, I needed to feel her.
The distance between us was too much.
I was almost angry at the fact that there were walls separating us.
I wanted to tear them down.
Burn this condo to the fucking ground just so there was nothing standing between the woman that I wanted so desperately to claim as my own.
My monster purred in my chest, almost as if it was laughing.
No need to tear the walls down, Cassandra.
If you tell her to come, she’ll obey.
I hesitated, but only for a moment.
The video had barely stopped playing before I started typing.
Cass:
Come here.
There was a pause.
It was too long of a pause.
My teeth gritted together in irritation.
Theo:
… You sure?
Cass:
Come here. NOW, Theodora.
She didn’t make me ask again.
It took less than a minute.
I heard the door to her room open across the hall, and I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood.