Page 30 of My Irresistible Enemy

I slid the dildo inside me, all in one go. I gasped involuntarily, then whined on purpose, like the toy was too big for me. In truth, it was on the large side, and I probably should have taken more time to warm up before I began shooting, but hey, it added verisimilitude, right?

I panted as I slid the dildo in and out. Some videos, I liked to really draw it out, but tonight, I just wanted to come. I needed that rush, that release, and the peace that came after. So I set a hard pace, my right hand teasing the tip of my cock as my left controlled the dildo, and soon enough, I was on the edge of an orgasm. I looked back at the camera, summoning tears to my eyes.

“You’d fuck me hard and fast, angry at yourself for wanting me this badly, angry at me for tempting you. You’d tell yourself this was the last time, that you’d never touch me again after tonight. I’d moan underneath you, but soon you’d realize that I wasn’t moaning in pain—I was moaning in pleasure. That I was loving every second of your big cock rearranging my guts. You’d be so angry that I wasn’t learning my lesson, that I was still your insatiable little cockslut. But as I begged and whined for you to fill me up, to give me your seed, your anger would disappear, and you’d know that I needed you, that I needed something only you could give.”

I was so close. I bit down on a groan as I thrust the dildo harder inside me. I didn’t want to wake up the entire inn, but I was seconds from coming.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whined, letting my eyes close, letting myself go completely. “Breed my hole. Make me yours. Please, Daddy, I need—I’m so—fuck, I’m gonna come—gonna—fuck me, Daddy, please, fuck me harder!”

I came in a rush, spurting down onto the towel I’d laid underneath me. My breath was ragged, my heart racing as I stroked myself through the end of my orgasm. God, that had felt good. I could take or leave the Daddy fantasy, but I was always going to be a fan of having something in my ass.

With a sigh, I opened my eyes and smiled, dazed, into the camera. I slid the dildo out of my ass with a soft little moan. Then I reached for my phone.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, giving the camera a shy smile before finally turning it off.

I had a slew of comments and messages to check, but honestly, I was too tired to deal with them right now. Too tired to do much of anything except crawl into bed and go to sleep. For the first time in days, I wasn’t even thinking about tomorrow and the results of the voting.

Nolan’s face did come to mind as I drifted off, but in my imagination, he was smiling. There was something wrong about that, but my mind couldn’t quite focus enough to figure out what it was. Nolan smiling. It was a nice idea.

Sleep pulled me under.

* * *

I woke up the next morning feeling more rested than I had since arriving on Summersea. My room was kind of a mess, and I’d neglected to charge my phone, but those were tiny problems compared to the good mood a full night’s sleep had brought me. I didn’t even feel that guilty about the cum-filled towel I was tossing into the laundry. At least it was better than cum-soaked sheets, right?

I wasn’t even that worried about the results of the voting. Or, at least, I was getting better at not thinking about it as I threw on a tight, baby-blue T-shirt and a pair of jeans that hugged my ass. If I went home today, I was going to go home looking good. It wasn’t until I grabbed my phone on my way out the door that I came crashing back down to reality.

Not about the show, but about, well,mylittle show, the one I’d put on last night. I hadn’t bothered to read any of the CamFans messages that had come in the night before. They were mostly harmless, but my heart sank when I saw that I had a new one from HungTopXL.

@HungTopXL: I told you that you were just a hole to be used—glad to see you agree. I knew you’d like being punished like the whore you are. Just wait until I find you in real life. I’ll fuck you raw, with just spit for lube, until you beg me to stop. I won’t though. I’ll keep going until I’ve filled your cunt and broken you down. You know you’d like that. Can’t wait to see you act it out in your next video.

Jesus Christ. It was six forty-five in the morning. The human brain wasn’t meant to read messages like that before coffee. Or possibly ever.

I leaned back against the wall in the hallway, feeling sick to my stomach. Did this guy really think I was agreeing with him? And cribbing from his messages to make my videos? I scrolled up through the most recent ones he’d sent me, that queasy feeling growing.

I supposed that text post I’d written on the ferry was a little questionable, now that I thought about it. And last night’s video…I’d tried to make it clear that I—or the fake, eighteen-year-old version of me I pretended to be, anyway—was into the whole scenario I was spinning. That I wasn’t actually looking for pain. But maybe that hadn’t come across clearly.

I felt so stupid. I’d thought I was doing what people wanted. And most of my subscribersdidseem to like it. But no one else sent me messages like this. No one else said they were going to find me in real life.

Did I have any right to be upset by HungTopXL’s messages, though, when I’d basically brought them on myself?

I’d just have to make sure that all the videos I made from here on out were one hundred percent vanilla. Maybe he’d get bored and move on. I hadn’t responded to him for over a week now. At some point, he’d have to get the message and give up, right?

I shoved my phone into my pocket with a grimace and headed down to the tent, but the day only got worse from there. Vivian and Tanner read out the results of the vote, and both NolanandI were in the bottom three, along with Roy, an older man with white hair who was barely taller than I was. Knowing that I deserved to be there didn’t make it suck any less.

“Nolan,” Tanner said sternly, “we understand that extenuating circumstances affected your performance in the tent on Monday. But if viewers aren’t voting for you, as judges, we can only do so much to save you.”

“And Aiden,” Vivian said, waving her spoon in the air to emphasize her points, “while I personally find you a delight, this isA Piece of Cake, notA Piece of Raw, Burned, Cake-Like Substance.”

“The fact of the matter is,” Tanner said, “the two of you both have a lot to work on. We believe you have potential, but you need to act on that potential, not waste it. Do you understand?”

We nodded, although I didn’t really see what the point was. Couldn’t they just tell me I was going home and not keep drawing it out?”

“Good,” Vivian said with a sharp nod. “Because we’re moving both of you on to next week. Don’t let us down.”

My jaw dropped. I was dimly aware of Nolan saying something next to me. He sounded as shocked as I felt, but I couldn’t process his words. I wasn’t going home? I got to stay for another week? I didn’t even mind that Nolan was staying too, that’s how happy I was.

It was kind of a shitty way to tell Roy he was going home, but I couldn’t deny they’d milked as much drama as possible from the situation. Relief swept over me. I felt like I might collapse. The other bakers came over to congratulate us and commiserate with Roy, and I swear their hugs were the only thing keeping me upright.

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