LOGINTwo days.It's been two days since I'd stood in the dark of my room looking at that red light and decided to perform. Two days since I'd screamed his name into the empty air and then cleaned up and changed his sheets and gone to sleep like it hadn't happened. Two days of mornings and meals and careful proximity and both of us not saying the thing we were both very clearly not saying.Wednesday morning I woke up thinking about the camera before I thought about anything else.I didn't think about him, the camera, or the fact that it's a violation. But I kept coming back to, what I'd been letting myself focus on, because focusing on the camera was cleaner than focusing on everything else.I got up and dressed up. When I got downstairs, he was already in the kitchen. Of course he was.Is he some kind of chef now?He's already made coffee, and my cup is already out with the right amount of cream, and I was mesmerized by the fact that he'd apparently memorized at some point without either o
The next thing I heard was his footsteps on the stairs, then he walked up and his door opened, then closed.That was it. That was our entire interaction.I sat with my fictional book and tried to process the fact that we'd progressed from last night, the fact that I saw a camera in my room, the performance, his name screamed into my empty room, to "I'll make dinner later" like nothing existed between those two points.Fine. That was fine. I could do this.I read the same page four times and retained nothing, before I finally got myself back to my senses and continued reading like I should.At six-thirty, sounds came from his room. Then he walked past me in the sitting room, and went to the kitchen. I stayed on the couch until garlic hit the air and my stomach made the decision for me.He'd actually pulled out real ingredients. A proper pan. And pasta water is already going. He moved around the kitchen with the kind of focus and e
The house was too quiet.I hadn't noticed before, how much noise two people made just by existing. Mom's slippers on the hardwood. That way she always hums songs while waiting for her tea to steep. Dad's work calls bleeding through walls at odd hours, his footsteps which are always heavier than anyone else's, the television in their room every night at exactly ten like clockwork.All of it was completely gone, and replaced by nothing.I set up at the kitchen table with my laptop and coffee number two and pulled up the email chain with Nina. There was actual work to do. It was the final confirmation on the Madison boutique order, a packaging decision that needed a yes or no, three influencer emails sitting unanswered since Friday. Real, concrete things with deadlines.I stared at the screen for a few minutes before I was able to answer one email.Every time I got traction my brain slid sideways. The camera. His face this morning, careful and blank across the kitchen. The way he'd stopp
I was awake before I even wanted to be, and the whole of my body felt like I hadn't slept as much as I should, even though the time was 7:23 AM according to my phone.The first thing I remembered was every single thing that happened yesterday, how it was so crazy that calling it a very crazy day was a big understatement. It was not like a memory that I just remembered, more like everything was there and waking up made me conscious of everything again.I opened my eyes slowly, and stared at the ceiling.The way his name had come out of my throat like I had absolutely no control over my own body.My body felt thoroughly used, and I could feel that ache everywhere, the kind that was uncomfortable and satisfying at the same time and kept reminding you of exactly what caused it every time you shifted position.The camera was still in the corner. I didn't even look at it.Fuck.I moved my body and sat up slowly. The fresh sheets from last night were slightly rumpled but clean. The shirt was
The bathroom mirror showed me someone I barely recognized.My hair was wild and tangled, sticking to the sides of my neck. My face was flushed deep pink, and the color went all the way down my chest. My lips were swollen where I'd bitten them without noticing, and my eyes were glazed and heavy and still somehow, slightly unfocused, like my brain hadn't fully returned from wherever it went when I came that hard.I stood there, and all I could was grip the edge of the sink and i just looked at myself for a long moment.That happened. That actually happened.I'd found a camera in my room that Jax obviously put there. I'd gotten furious. I'd performed for it for the better part of an hour, edged myself three times, and then cum so hard that I screamed his name loud enough that if he'd been anywhere in this house instead of behind a screen he definitely would have heard it.And now I was standing in my bathroom at whatever time it was, prolly past ten, maybe close to eleven, looking like s
Both my hands went back up immediately. There was no buildup, no teasing, no more making either of us suffer through another denial. Three fingers were inside before I'd even finished the thought, and the stretch of it after everything made my back bow off the mattress and a sound left my throat that I didn't try to shape into anything.My other hand found my clit. It was direct as there was no patience left for anything else."Now you know look at only me," I said to the camera. The rhythm established itself instantly. My fingers were pumping deep and hard while my palm ground against my clit in tight desperate circles, and my body responded like it had been waiting for exactly this since the moment I walked into this house. Maybe longer, maybe since Friday when I left, maybe since longer than that.The sounds that escaped my lips were obscene. They were wet and not something I dictated. The kind of sounds you only made when you were completely
I was lying on my bed, staring at the final website mockups on my system. I was literally trying to get everything there like I should, but somehow, it just felt like like they were written in another language. The launch was few days away. The copy, photography, product descriptions and every ot
I woke up to silence.Yesterday was not a bad day, except for the night before. But I could already feel it that I'm waking up to relive every single day I have.My noise-canceling headphones were on the nightstand, not over my ears. I'd passed out before I could put them on.
The laptop screen was too bright, like it was mocking my attempt to focus.I'd dragged it to my bed, five minutes early for my call with Nina, because that’s what I did—show up and pretend like everything's fine.I was wearing Jax's oversized shirt. No bra. No shorts. Just the s
"She knows I’m only here to pleasure, not fuck her."The words still rang in my ears as hee mouth slid off his cock with a wet, filthy pop. Spit and cum strung from her swollen lips to the flushed head and snapped when she finally pulled free.She looked up at him, her eyes were glassy, and mascara







