Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

GRAVE

Kayce fidgets nervously as her full cheeks grow a deeper shade of red. It might embarrass her a little to be called my dirty little toy, but I know damn well that the flush covering her face isn't the only effect my words have on her. The more I degrade her, the wetter she fucking gets for me.

"Which part embarrasses you, cinnamon," I taunt. "Being called my dirty little toy or how fucked-up your answer to my question is?"

"Y…yes," she stammers with her voice just above a whisper. "I mean, both."

"We both know you're always a dirty whore for me and that you like the idea of being my little fuck toy." I lean back in my chair and undo the button of my jeans as I continue, "So, how fucking depraved is your answer to my question?"

"Very," she stalls, and I truly have never been more intrigued to learn about a part of her. The more I learn, the more I wonder how she manages to be so outgoing and keep this side of her so well hidden.

"Tell me," I continue to pry.

"I can't," she drops her face into her hands in an attempt to hide her societal-induced shame. "It's morbid."

And I'm so fucking intrigued…

"I can't fulfill your fantasies if I don't know what they are, cinnamon."

"I'm pretty sure that you pay me to fulfill your fantasies," she quips.

"Pleasing you is my fantasy," I retort, immediately enjoying the defeated pout of her slightly protruding lower lip. Deepening my tone, I gravelly whisper, "Tell me."

Kayce diverts her eyes from the screen and quietly mumbles, "A cemetery."

"Speak up," I correct her. "Use your words and look at me when you tell me about the morbid and depraved place you want to be fucked like a dirty little whore."

She slowly turns her gaze back toward the camera. Her eyes stare unwaveringly into it, and for the first time, it feels like she actually sees me. Her tits heave with her deep, sputtered breaths, her hands still fidgeting as she finds the confidence to answer. When she's ready, and with her eyes boring into my soul, she confesses, "I want you to fuck me in a cemetery."

A smile pulls at my lips, spreading wide and broad beneath my mask. "You really are a dirty girl, aren't you?"

Relief visibly washes over her upon finding that I am not the least bit appalled at her divulgence. "You aren't disgusted?"

I shake my head in response to her question. "I'd fuck you anywhere you asked me to if it meant I got to be inside of you."

"I want that," she exhales between her rapidly increasing breaths. "I want you inside me."

Don't fucking tempt me, cinnamon.

"Does that mean you're already wet for me?" I inquire. She nods, confirming what I already knew. We've never had a call where she wasn't as eager to play for me as I was to watch her. Shifting in my seat, I adjust the hardening length growing against my zipper. "Show me."

She slips her fingers beneath the lace of her panties. Chewing her bottom lip and trying to stifle her moan, she slips them into her cunt. She takes her time, pulling them from beneath the lace and presenting them to me as she rubs the glistening arousal coating her index and middle fingers against her thumb.

Instead of her slick fingers, my eyes are drawn to the small honeybee tattoo on her inner wrist.

That beautiful fucking bee .

One night when I was lonely and horny as fuck, I stumbled onto a site for cam girls. Pure happenstance put me in a room with Kayce. I was immediately infatuated with her beauty and ample curves, particularly her thick thighs and the cute little tummy pouch she tried so desperately to hide from me. But it was her sharp wit and closeted depravity that truly drew me in and made me want— no, need —to see her again.

I just never expected I would see her in Wheaton Hall. Waiting in line at the Latte Lounge to order a black coffee; I spotted that unmistakable bee before I realized it was her.

Coincidence put us in that chat room together, but fate put her within arm's reach. With my ability to get more of her no longer confined to scheduled appointments online, my need for more became all-consuming. Obsessive .

Flipping off my video, I pull out my cock and begin lightly fisting over my length. My hand feels good, but I would much rather take her up on the offer to stretch out her cunt. I rub through the bead of precum dripping off my tip and drag it down my shaft, instructing, "Show me exactly how you dream about getting fucked in the cemetery."