Page 117 of Executing Malice
Naked and splayed beneath the warm glow of the lamp highlighting the full arches of my breasts, the valley between my thighs. The camera is directly overhead, but when I tip my head back to search the wall, there’s nothing there.
Hell, I know there was never anything there. I would have noticed a damn camera suspended over my bed.
But I remember the screen up in the attic monitoring every room in the house.
“How are you doing that?” I ask, never taking my eyes off the view of me stroking my nipples, running my fingertips over the peaks in teasing strokes that have my hips writhing.
“Hold all questions to the end of the performance,” Dante answers as he sprints to his phone.
I don’t take my eyes off the screen with me moving a hand off my chest to roam down between my legs.
Then, to my horror, I watch my digits wander off course and close around the makeshift dildo I’d created before climbinginto bed. The hairbrush handle swaddled in a clean sock and bundled up in a condom.
“Turn it off,” I squeak, hands flying up to cover my eyes.
“Hell no. Seventy percent of your jar was made possible by this video. Now, quiet. My favorite part is coming up.”
I watch from between slitted fingers as I push the handle deep into the cavity of my body. I watch my toes curl, and my heels dig into the mattress. My back arches, sending my head back on the pillow with a low cry that echoes through the speakers.
“Fuck. I love that face,” Dante groans.
I don’t take my eyes off the screen, though. I’m moving the piece in and out, unhurried and deep. I know because I remember this. I remember being so horny and desperate that fingers weren’t going to be enough. I needed to get stretched and filled, and this was my solution.
“Did it feel good?” Dante drawls from somewhere behind me.
I hadn’t even heard him climb up onto the bed, or position himself at my back, but he’s scooping my hair off my neck to replace with his lips.
“You’ve always liked your cunt full. Liked when I went so deep it hurt, and your thighs would tremble, and you couldn’t catchyour breath.”
He unsnaps my bra, and the garment slips over my shoulders only to catch on my bent elbows.
“I love watching you get yourself off,” he goes on, forcing my hands off my face to tug the bra off the rest of the way. “I love the color in your cheeks. The way you bite your lip to keep from making a sound.”
His palms cradle my breasts from behind. Thumbs skim the nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me.
“Don’t stop watching,” he murmurs into my ear, words warm against the side of my face. “Watch how deep you take that handle. How thick that sock is stretching you.”
I almost jump when porn star-me makes an incoherent whimpering sound and bucks down to take more.
“Watching you like this gets me so fucking hard.”
His hand drifts down to tease the elastic of my panties. His fingers skim from hip to hip before slipping in.
My knees instinctively part, welcoming him between my folds.
“You’re going to use me the way you used that brush,” he says, bypassing my clit to fold two fingers home where I need him. “You’re going to ride me and get yourself off.”
On the screen, I’ve already cum. My whine has simmered to jagged pants as I lie in the aftermath of my actions. I remember thinking how sad I was that I didn’t even own a dildo. That I couldn’t find one guy to fuck like a normal person. I hadto use a damn hairbrush. The warm glow of release had soured quickly as I chucked the thing to the floor. Disgusted with myself.
But I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I have a cock. A real one with textures that make my head spin. I know I can use him whenever I want, and he’ll let me.
I turn my head to where he’s littering kisses along my shoulder. His dark strands tickle my skin when he lifts his head to meet my searching gaze.
“Get on your back,” I tell him.
He does without question. His hand slips out of my pussy as he positions himself lengthwise across the mattress, head towards the TV so I can watch as the scene fades to a different night.
I’m not playing with myself this time.
