Page 26 of Peep

More seconds of silence until a vibration shoots through my prostate, and my hips jerk up.

“Ahhhh, fuck,” I whine.

A muffled laugh travels through the phone. He must’ve turned the toy up pretty high because I can’t stop my legs from shaking. Fucker. Couldn’t just start slow.

“Tug the chain again,” Anders demands, voice thick with arousal.

I do as I’m told, clamping down on my lower lip to silence my pathetic moans. I’ll literally do anything this man says right now. Usually, I’m the one in control, teasing him and taking the lead, but in the bedroom, he owns me.

“No, you stop biting that lip and let me hear you. Those moans belong to me, ok?”

“God, fuck, yes.”

I tug on the chain again, howling like a werewolf about to turn. I feel fucking feral. He turns up the toy by another notch.

“No, Anders, too much. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, and you will. You wanted my attention, and guess what? You have it now.”

I make a sound that’s foreign to me, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“That’s it, mewl for me.” I can almost hear the humour in Anders’ voice, but beneath that is pure lust, so I push my humiliation aside and take it.

I let go of my dignity, tugging at the clamps and releasing a string of incoherent words and whimpers. “Please, Anders, le-let me touch my cock,” I stammer as my hips squirm against the pillow.

“No, you’re going to come hands-free,” Anders pants. He must be close, too. Beyond his heaving breaths, I hear the rough slap and slide of his own cock as he wanks himself off.

“I don’t think I can.” My voice trembles, and my vision clouds.

“Yes, you can, Jay; come on.”

The toy vibrates at max power, and I cry out.

“Tug the clamps, harder. Come on, you’re almost there.”

I’m practically rolling around the bed in a sweaty mess. Nothing has ever felt so intense. His voice and presence heighten everything. It’s like he’s here with me, slamming against my prostate and biting on my nipples.

“Come for me, baby.”

That’s all it takes, that one line fucking shatters me. Hot cum shoots from my raging cock, painting my stomach and chest. Anders’ deep moan is music to my ears. He’s right there with me, coming in sync.

The toy continues to vibrate violently inside of me, I’m thrashing against the bed as it buzzes away painfully on my exhausted prostate. I reach between my legs, dragging the toy out with a weak cry.

I start to come down from my orgasm, and my vision clears. I remove the nipple clamps, wincing at the pain now my orgasm has passed. Unable to lift my head, I let it flop to the side.

“That was fucking amazing.” He doesn’t respond. “Anders, are you there?” Nothing.

I shoot up, eyes wide and a heavy weight in my stomach. I scramble for my phone to find the screen black. When I click the side button and realise he’s hung up, it feels like a slap to the face.

Hey, where did you go?

Message not delivered.

“Shit,” I spit.

He blocked me; after all that, he fucking blocked me. I didn’t even have a chance to explain why I was conducting surgeries in my home.

I drop my phone onto the bed and look down at myself, covered in cum. A feeling I’ve not had in a while bubbles in my chest—shame.

---