Mag-log inI was sitting in his lap, straddling him with my knees on either side of his hips, and my arms wrapped around his neck, with his hands on both sides of my waist.
We were kissing slowly and deeply, savoring every moment. There was no rush at all.This felt completely different from the punishment nights, and it was even different from the teasing on the second night.The whole thing was soft and very savory. It was just what we both wanted.We were taking ouBoth 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'd been in bed for hours.Movie after movie, the laptop screen was the only visible light in the room, and I'd barely absorbed any of it. I even had to switch back to romantic comedies because even though it was the last thing I needed right now, it still felt like what I needed the most. Because they required nothing from me. People meeting and misunderstanding each other and figuring it out in ninety minutes with a kiss in the rain. It was clean, unresolved life, and completely nothing like my life.The clock on my phone said 10:03 PM when I finally paused between movies to scroll for something else.Outside the window was full dark. The house had been quiet for a long time. No sounds from downstairs. No footsteps in the hall. Just me and the dim lamp and the weight of everything I'd been not-thinking about for the last seven hours.My stomach had growled earlier and I'd ignored it. I didn't care enough about food to leave this room. Staying in this room with myself and no one else
My mind flew away when I heard his say that. Mom and Dad left?Just thinking about it made those words feel like some skit or a sort of prank that was just to make me react in a way that my reaction will be read. But Jax wouldn't do that sort of prank.I blinked. "What?""They're gone. Tokyo. The trip they told you they were having.""I thought it was not until—""Yeah. It was rushed. Something came up, and... they left this morning."I just stood there, finding it difficult to process the words. "This morning?""Yes, this morning. And according to Mom and Dad, they tried to reach their dear daughter." Then he took a little pause. "But they couldn't."He turned like he was leaving, then reversed back to face me. "Sometimes just.." He took a little pause, and his eyes held that specific, direct and even look. "Sometimes you should check your phone."That was when finally turned, and headed toward the kitchen, with those broad shoulders and unhurried stride, like he hadn't just rearrang
I didn't move from the door for a long time.I just stood there with my back against it and my bag at my feet and I could feel the silence of the house pressing in from all sides. My eyes were still closed. I was listening to something without knowing what.Eventually I pushed off the door and picked up my bag and walked to the sitting room. Not because I had a plan, but just because standing in the entryway felt too exposed.I dropped the bag near the couch, and didn't even unzip it. I let it fall and stood there in the middle of the room with my arms at my sides like I'd forgotten what arms were for.The house was quiet but not the empty kind. Mom and Dad's cars had been in the driveway when Miles pulled in. Which means that they're definitely at home. And also that I need to hold myself together, and not act like I've just seen a ghost.And Jax. Where is Jax.I started pacing. From couch to window, window to couch. It wasn't like a decision I was making, more like my body needing t
We walked through massive double doors. They were coated with gold and ornate, and reflecting the light in rainbow type of waves.The ballroom opened up before us and it was an absolutely breathtaking sight.It was cool and cold. There were crystal chandeliers hanging everywhere, and marble floors
I finished bathing and stood in my bathroom with my towel wrapped around my waist and my hair dripping wet.The mirror was fogged from the shower, and then, I stretched my palm and wiped just a little part of it clear with the under part of my palm.I looked at the mirror and I saw myself. Still Sc
We finally moved from the bed, even though we were reluctant to leave the moment. But hunger won out in the end.I climbed off his lap, and my legs were still a little shaky.He steadied me with his hands and asked, "You good?""Yeah. Just... wobbly."I grabbed
I opened my door before he even knocked and stepped out into the hallway. Then I met him there.He was standing a few feet away and stopped walking as soon as he saw my door open.We looked at each other for a moment, and neither of us spoke at first.He was still wearing his work clothes, a button







