I am, though, and my cock turns harder the more I think about what she’d think if she knew that I recorded that session on the kitchen counter, that I saw the way she was taken.
My favorite scene is when the movements quicken and she thrashes as if she’s hurting, as if she cannot handle how hard she’s getting fucked.
I inhale harshly through my teeth, so rock hard even though I’ve come plenty of times already.
She’s asleep right now, completely sated, and I know because I know she got another round of vitamin D in her bed after the kitchen, and I have a feeling she’ll get more as soon as…
I stop that thought and spill over my hand and the bathroom tiles while on my cellphone screen she drowns her hands in her hair, her pussy most likely clenching around the cock inside of her.
I wish I could see how wet she is, how her juices are smeared over that dick, but the camera never gets that high resolution. I can be glad I can see her pebbled nipples, nipples that I worried with my teeth until they were red.
Nipples I wanted to chew on again and again.
There was something incredibly sexy about the way she’d given, about her having willing sex with someone. But I have to admit, I prefer it more when she’s not making a conscious decision.
Just like it was at the dentist.
I pull up that video on my cell, too, watching how much her pussy clenches over and over, drenched and wet. The video is sloppy, but really, what did I expect when I was so distracted by taking her?
I still taste her on my tongue, and I have the gloves smelling of her next to my bed, in the drawer of my room. I can pull them out when I need a reminder.
I even put them into a plastic bag, making sure the scent would hold.
I wonder if I can get her again, if I can make her come all over my fingers another time without her realizing who it is fingering her.
There’s no telling if she caught onto having been drugged, but I know she went straight home and showered everything off: the DNA you could have found on her legs where I bit her, or on her nipples…
And I was glad about that. No one needed that complication, even if I should have probably thought about that before.
There are no fresh videos from her in the bathroom, from how she brushes her teeth, and I know the camera there needs fixing.
I don’t need to see her while she showers. I prefer making my mind up about that, but I love watching the way she undresses in there, the way she sometimes touches herself while watching in the mirror.
She’s dirty like that, but I don’t think anyone knows.
No one probably knows about the enormous dildo, either, that she has hidden in the bottom drawer of her closet.
I know, though. I’ve watched from the window how she forced it up her tight little cunt, writhing as she impaled herself with it.
Sighing, I almost regret that those shows now won’t happen as much anymore. After all, she now gets the real thing.
I wonder if she gets brave enough to ask for all the naughty things.
I saw the videos on her computer, the links she’d opened about where women were tied up and taking harder no matter how much they protested, or those where tears ran down their cheeks because they were choking on dick.
I know what she wants. I know it all.
No one knows her as well as I do.
Sitting there, my cock hardening again even though I just came, I type out a few messages to her. I hit all accounts, not wanting her to miss it.
I bet secretly she’s thrilled about getting pictures of herself in compromising situations.
If she’d appreciate watching her drained pussy?
We shall see.
I send them all over and then hesitate for a moment. I should get to bed, but I really want to see again how my fingers vanish inside of her…
Pulling up the video from the dentist, I let it roll, stopping on my favorite scenes, watching them repeatedly until pre-cum is pooling on my cock so hard, it drips down the tiles.
Fuck, I still need to clean those from my first orgasm.
Deciding to add to the mess first, I lay the cell down next to me, just letting her soft mewls wash over me as I spread my legs further and stroke myself.
I imagine my cock inside of her, imagine how her hands are tied up, and she’s looking at me with arousal and fear in her eyes. I imagine pounding into her until I know she can feel me everywhere, and then I’d grab her thighs, making sure I pull her closer as her clit gets more sensitive.
The sounds from my video on repeat make this so much better because I know she’d be begging. She’d be pleading for me to stop before she’d be asking me to take her harder.
I’d tease her skin, leave marks all over her because her being tied to the bed means she’s mine and I can do with my little sex toy whatever I want.
She’s mine to please, and mine to use, no matter what anyone else is thinking.
Maddie will forever be mine, and even if she’d run, I know I’ll always find her—and will always pleasure her, if she wants it or not.
Because that’s what love is all about.
Chapter Four
Maddie
I cuddled into Dim the next morning, not wanting to leave for work.
He hummed the moment I rubbed my ass against him, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “We need breakfast first,” I whispered, turning to him.
Seeing Dim first thing in the morning was one of the most amazing things I could imagine, and my heart thudded happily in my chest.
“Morning, princess,” he whispered, resting one hand behind his back while reaching
