chapter twenty-seven

“What are you doing, doll?” My voice came out louder than I intended, but I didn’t mind. My attention was too consumed by the sight of Vanessa pleasuring herself on my computer screen. Her lips whispered my name while my hand flew on my hard cock.

I watched her pretty lips curl into a smirk. “Just having a little fun.” She said this after she put me on speaker and rested the phone on the armrest next to her as her finger returned to stroke her clit. I’d never been more jealous of a fucking toy in my life. It’s not like I hadn’t seen her fuck herself before with that very same toy, but never with my name on her lips as she did so. I always viewed her toys as a tool she could use to alleviate some stress before I entered her life, but now that I was here, she didn’t fucking need them. Given that I was on the phone with her, I’d be generous and let her have this one last session.

“I see that.”

The second she understood what I said, her head fell back again, and a loud moan ripped through her as her hands sped up.

“Fuck…” I mumbled as my hand picked up the pace with violent strokes. She liked this. She liked me watching her. She was such a good little slut, my little slut. As I grew closer to an orgasm that should not have come this quickly, I dropped my cock from my hands and gripped the armrest at my side so tightly that my knuckles were white as I watched her fuck herself wildly. She gave me an unrestricted view of her sweet little cunt as it pulsed around her toy. My cock jumped against my stomach as I took deep breaths to pull myself back from the brink.

“You’re such a good little slut,” I ground out between clenched teeth. Her hips bucked in response. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip to stop herself from admitting any kind of sound, and I was not having it.

I sucked my teeth to catch her attention, and she looked into the camera with half-lidded eyes that spoke volumes. “The show is for me, is it not?”

Her rapid nodding conveyed a sense of desperation, a clear indication of just how lost she had become. My right hand left the armrest to grip the base of my cock before stroking smoothly up the base to flick the piercing at the head before stroking down again.

“Then I want to hear you. Stop. Holding. Back.”

Almost immediately, her eyes closed shut, her head thrown back to expose her delicate neck that I just wanted to wrap my fist around, and her hands in between her legs sped up. I could tell by the flick of her wrist that she was pounding the toy harder inside her.

“That’s a good girl. My good fucking slut.”

I watched, entranced, as her pussy throbbed around the toy that allowed me to see all of her. I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore as my hand started to match the brutality of hers. I just realized when she gasped with a little stutter, “I-I’m going to come.” I was close, too.

“Come for me, doll.” I gasped. “I want to hear every fucking thing.” I flicked my piercing, shivering at the sensation of the metal moving inside of my cock.

Thighs trembling, chest heaving, hips thrusting, neck exposed with blotches of red, all while she prayed my name to the heavens. She was breathtaking as she came undone. Spilling myself over my clenched fist, I knew I had to have her in person. And soon.

Whimper…

Whimperwhimperwhimper.

The whine in the back of my throat grew in pitch as I became more aware of my surroundings. My hair was tangled around my fingers as my hand anxiously pulled at the end of my waves. My heavy eyelids opened to greet the soft hue of the fairy lights that decorated my bedroom walls, and the sound escaping at the back of my throat was abruptly cut off as confusion fogged my thoughts. A particularly strong pulse between my legs abruptly cut off the thoughts that were becoming clearer, drawing my attention to the girth of the object vibrating inside of me. The hand entangled in my hair descended to meet the thing inside of me, and I discovered my own underwear was securing it in place.

I knew for a fact I didn’t fall asleep with a toy inside of me. I tried to do that in the past, but the toy always fell out by the time I woke up. It was clear I had been on the edge for a while because my clit was hard, pulsing, and needy for attention. Unable to stop myself, I slipped between the fabric of my underwear to furiously rub away the tension.

My phone chimed next to me, catching my attention, and I let go of the vibrating toy to grab it. The dark screen reflected my face briefly before it lit up with my notification, making me aware I must have drooled in my sleep from the pool liquid that was drying on my face.

The notification was from Hadrian, which made the orgasm further tighten in the pit of my stomach.

 

Followed by pictures of my sleeping face right next to a thick and pierced cock. The head of it was rubbing cum over the side of my face that I could’ve sworn was drool moments before. 

“Oh fuck!” My phone dropped, hitting my face as the orgasm that was burning inside of me shot through me so hard it made my thighs quiver and my back arch. 

The vibrations from the toy suddenly stop as I finally come to, panting like I just ran a marathon. Hadrian was in my room. Correction, he just left my room, judging by the barely dried cum on my face. I picked up the phone that had fallen next to my head as another text message came through. 

 

 
He hacked my phone? 
 
A rush of heat flooded me at the very thought. Why didn’t I mind that? 

 

 

I could feel my eyebrows furrow before I moved the hand that was resting against my clit to pull out the now quiet toy that my pussy seemed to want to keep inside me, judging by the resistance when pulling it out. When it finally left my body, I couldn’t help the gasp from leaving, and my pussy clenched around nothing. I pulled the sopping wet and glistening toy to my face so I could see it better. It was a pretty purple and looked extremely lifelike outside of the color. As my eyes traveled up the very veiny shaft, I focused my attention on the pierced tip.
 
Oh, my Gods.
 
Judging by the picture in my hands, I was holding a replica of Hadrian’s cock, even down to the Prince Albert piercing.