LOGIN"Because I'm into you, Scarlett... Like I really like you. And I want to keep doing this, taking you out, getting to know you better, trying to decide where this goes. But I need to know if what that meant was that I'm with someone else. If your heart's somewhere else while you're sitting here with me. You know... that's just it"
The honesty in his voice was devastating. He deserved the truth. Or as much of it as I could give."It's complicated," I said carefully. "There wasThe 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
My fingers were still raised toward the camera, glistening, and wet, undeniable evidence of what he'd been doing to me for however long that camera had been mounted in my corner watching me live my private life.I held them there for a few more seconds, and let him look at what I've done to myself. What he'd put a camera in my room to see but still couldn't touch, couldn't reach, couldn't do anything about except watch.Then I brought them back to my mouth, slower this time, and let my tongue slide between my fingers. Thoroughly and let my eyes on the camera without blinking."Tastes good," I said quietly. "Want a taste?"There was silence, only silence, silence as I expected.I shifted on the bed, and turned slightly, giving the camera a different angle, and let one leg bend, with my foot flat on the mattress and the other stretched out to the side.I was fully open, fully open and exposed to whatever resolution that lens was capturing..My hands moved over my body again, restarting
I didn't move for a long moment.I just stood there completely naked, and let him look at my naked body. If he was watching, and he probably was, he'd built this whole thing for exactly this purpose, and now, I want him to see me. I want him to see me more than he used to. I want him to see me standing here in the lowest lamplight with the knowledge of what he'd done written all over my face and my body and my stillness.Since the message that I want to pass is that "I know." I want that to land and let him sit with it.Then I walked back to the bed.I walk slowly, rolling my hips slightly with each step in a way they didn't when I was just walking to the bathroom or crossing the room to get my phone. I was aware of the camera with every movement now, aware of the angle, aware of exactly what he could see.I knelt on the mattress first, facing the exact direction it was placed. I let him have that view, the view of me on my knees, with my loose hair, my thin tank top over my chest, an
I was just sitting there now knowing anything to say at all when the silence finally broke. Jax spoke first, and his voice was very calm and very easy as he talked.."Oh. Yeah. I was helping Scarlett with something." He sounded very casual and normal, like there was not part of
I had a perfect view of everything through the glass.Jax and the lady were standing in the middle of the playroom, with the old toys lined up on the shelves behind them. There was a small table nearby, and a dated rug covered the floor under their feet.She looked around the ro
The tip of his cock was rounding her hole, then he pushed inside her with one smooth thrust and buried himself completely in her. She cried out loud and jerked her body forward immediately."Oh fuck! Yes!" Her head fell back as her body arched completely.I saw it all.
He carried me from the glass room to my bedroom.I was still shaking, with my face buried in his neck and clinging to him tightly.My body was already gone and I felt completely boneless. It was a crazy struggle trying to hold myself up at all.He nudged the door open w







