Page 43 of Rawest Venom

My mind races with possible excuses I could make: caught by Donovan’s men, an old flame I hadn’t seen in a long time, running into a friend from school out for a stroll in the middle of a deserted spooky night…

By any means necessary, I have to get to Cal before she does. First thing in the morning, I need to make a big move. Like…move forward with my plan. Tell him a truth. If only we could be alone.

By the time I make it back up the fire escape and slide through my window noiselessly, I want a hot shower to clean off the grime of my conscience. If I still have one. If I ever did.

After letting the hot water pelt lashes onto my skin,standing under the heated pressure for at least twenty minutes, I get out and go through my nightly routine among the steam. Padding into my bedroom, I slide open my underwear drawer and gasp, my hand slapping across my open mouth. My dildo is still there, but all my panties are gone. Every single one. Vanished.

The window. He must have used the window.

Does this mean I still have him?

Hmm… But he left my dildo. What doesthatmean? Is he okay with me using it? Is it an invitation? Does he like towatchme using it?

When I pick it up, my eyes catch on a white crust as if I forgot to clean it from the last time, but that’s not possible. I always clean my toys. Taking a whiff, I don’t recognize the bitter scent encasing it.

My stomach churns, a knot forming as my throat fills with a hard lump…

Did he—Did he cover my dildo with his cum?

Seventeen

CALUM

It’s the best porn I’ve ever seen. My cock is rock hard again, watching her holding up the plastic dick in her hands that I just marked, inspecting it carefully, even sniffing it. Waiting for her next move, I adjust the volume and clarity of the screen for better viewing. My hand waits just to the side of my zipper, fingers itching to release myself, while her lacy thong from our theater night sits in my pocket, ready to be used.

If she cleans it off, that means she doesn’t know I’m watching. She’s a smart girl, though. Her head turns back from the window to the dildo before her eyes casually dance around the room, scanning it for her master’s presence. She already put on a good show once for me today, calling herself my whore in front of Alpha. That means she has to know I’m observing.Andthat I own her. She’s under my watch now.

My balls tingle as she walks to her bed, naked hips swaying ever so subtly, her teardropbottom bouncing with every step. When she lies on the outside of her blanket, I lean back in my chair and finally allow my hand to undo my jeans. A smile forms on my face now that she’s decided to behave.

As she spreads her legs, her fingers dance over her clit while her wet red hair splays over her white pillowcase. She doesn’t know exactly where I am, but she is aware that I’m watching. Pulling out her lacy thong, I wrap it around my cock, the crotch fitting over my head, softly rubbing the fabric around the tip. A groan leaves my lips just as she moans on the screen.

“Yes, puppet. That’s it.” My cum-covered toy rests next to her free hand on the bed, and I am desperate she uses it just as it is. Does she understand the game? Gripping myself tighter, I think about it knocking her up, my DNA marking her inside forever. Her strings would be even easier to control then. And there’d be no escape.

Flicking her clit harder, the way I know she likes, she writhes against her hand as I rub in rhythm as if I’m there with her. “Come on, baby. Use it,” I almost whisper, as if she can hear me.

Her eyes dart to the small fire alarm I had installed before she moved in. She’s found me. Yes, puppet, there I am. Watch me watch you.

My phone buzzes on the desk. A text from Alpha. When I ignore it, a call comes through with the emergency ringtone. I silence the call.

Picking up the heavy dick, she places it just at the entrance to her pussy, eyelids narrowing, heavy with lust. “Fuck, puppet. Put it inside you.”

She does. Slowly. My cum gets injected inside her,and I grip the head of my cock tighter so I don’t spill more before she’s had hers. Wiggling fingers on her clit, she works it in and out, scooting her hips back and forth, her legs spreading wider to give me an exquisite performance.

“Cal…” she breathes out, working herself into a frenzy. Stroking myself harder, I imagine what her cunt must feel like surrounding me. As she nears her climax, her legs suddenly slam closed as she arches into the dildo. The sounds of her release make me explode into her lacy panties with a full-body shudder, imagining putting every drop inside her and making her keep it there.

I wipe myself up with the little piece of fabric as I catch my breath, then stuff it back in my pocket. Gently, she pulls the dick out and settles in for sleep while I observe her steady breathing throughout the night until the next morning.

“Hey, Cal?”Easing through the black curtain at West Tech the following day, she spots me at my workbench, hands busy placing an order together. Stuffing the envelope with LSD inside, I screw the case closed with bolts.

“Yeah?”

With quick steps, she’s next to me and delicately places a white handkerchief on the tabletop. Her deft fingers open it, showcasing a few mushrooms from the park. She steps back, like she’s proud of herself.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“I went last night and found them. For you. Well, for West Side.” Ah, that’s cute. What a pretty little liar with her puckered smile and gleaming eyes.

“You went by yourself? That could have been dangerous.”

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