LOGINShe stepped out of the dress slowly, her left black heel scraping deliberately across the floor, then she kicked the dress aside with a sharp flick that sent it skittering.
She stood there in nothing but that sheer black lace and those cock-teasing strappy heels that clicked softly every time she shifted her weight.The bra was a transparent black lace so thin that it was basically a taunt. Her wide, dusky areolas bled through it dark and teasing, her fat nipples were now stTwo 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 completely destroyed and crying, with my pussy throbbing intensely. I felt empty and desperate as he positioned himself over me again.He held his cock in his hand and stroked himself slowly. It was hard and leaking as he looked down at my naked body."One more time, baby.
I stood in front of my full-length mirror.The transformation was complete. My hair was shiny and smooth, I was looking very healthy. My face was glowing from the skincare, and my eyes were bright from the makeup. I bodied the cute outfit showed my figure, not hiding in some baggy shit.I looked pr
I closed my bedroom door behind me, and leaned against it.That was surreal. All of it. The way he was there. The manner in which he paid all attention. His legs leaning against mine. The whisper "You look beautiful." Mom's comment about us, "You and Jax seem closer lately."Fuc
I pushed through my door and it closed behind me with a soft click, but I still sounded way too loud in my head.I made it three steps before my legs quit. I just dropped onto my bed face-first, I didn't even try to undress, or try to do anything, I didn't even think.My brain was filled of white n







