Chapter 17

Seventeen

CALUM

It’s the best porn I’ve ever seen. My cock is rock hard again, watching her holding up the plastic dick in her hands that I just marked, inspecting it carefully, even sniffing it. Waiting for her next move, I adjust the volume and clarity of the screen for better viewing. My hand waits just to the side of my zipper, fingers itching to release myself, while her lacy thong from our theater night sits in my pocket, ready to be used.

If she cleans it off, that means she doesn’t know I’m watching. She’s a smart girl, though. Her head turns back from the window to the dildo before her eyes casually dance around the room, scanning it for her master’s presence. She already put on a good show once for me today, calling herself my whore in front of Alpha. That means she has to know I’m observing. And that I own her. She’s under my watch now.

My balls tingle as she walks to her bed, naked hips swaying ever so subtly, her teardrop bottom bouncing with every step. When she lies on the outside of her blanket, I lean back in my chair and finally allow my hand to undo my jeans. A smile forms on my face now that she’s decided to behave.

As she spreads her legs, her fingers dance over her clit while her wet red hair splays over her white pillowcase. She doesn’t know exactly where I am, but she is aware that I’m watching. Pulling out her lacy thong, I wrap it around my cock, the crotch fitting over my head, softly rubbing the fabric around the tip. A groan leaves my lips just as she moans on the screen.

“Yes, puppet. That’s it.” My cum-covered toy rests next to her free hand on the bed, and I am desperate she uses it just as it is. Does she understand the game? Gripping myself tighter, I think about it knocking her up, my DNA marking her inside forever. Her strings would be even easier to control then. And there’d be no escape.

Flicking her clit harder, the way I know she likes, she writhes against her hand as I rub in rhythm as if I’m there with her. “Come on, baby. Use it,” I almost whisper, as if she can hear me.

Her eyes dart to the small fire alarm I had installed before she moved in. She’s found me. Yes, puppet, there I am. Watch me watch you.

My phone buzzes on the desk. A text from Alpha. When I ignore it, a call comes through with the emergency ringtone. I silence the call.

Picking up the heavy dick, she places it just at the entrance to her pussy, eyelids narrowing, heavy with lust. “Fuck, puppet. Put it inside you.”

She does. Slowly. My cum gets injected inside her, and I grip the head of my cock tighter so I don’t spill more before she’s had hers. Wiggling fingers on her clit, she works it in and out, scooting her hips back and forth, her legs spreading wider to give me an exquisite performance.

“Cal…” she breathes out, working herself into a frenzy. Stroking myself harder, I imagine what her cunt must feel like surrounding me. As she nears her climax, her legs suddenly slam closed as she arches into the dildo. The sounds of her release make me explode into her lacy panties with a full-body shudder, imagining putting every drop inside her and making her keep it there.

I wipe myself up with the little piece of fabric as I catch my breath, then stuff it back in my pocket. Gently, she pulls the dick out and settles in for sleep while I observe her steady breathing throughout the night until the next morning.

“Hey, Cal?”Easing through the black curtain at West Tech the following day, she spots me at my workbench, hands busy placing an order together. Stuffing the envelope with LSD inside, I screw the case closed with bolts.

“Yeah?”

With quick steps, she’s next to me and delicately places a white handkerchief on the tabletop. Her deft fingers open it, showcasing a few mushrooms from the park. She steps back, like she’s proud of herself.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“I went last night and found them. For you. Well, for West Side.” Ah, that’s cute. What a pretty little liar with her puckered smile and gleaming eyes.

“You went by yourself? That could have been dangerous.”

One shoulder bounces up and down as she responds, “Well, I had a good teacher, so I wanted to show you I can do it on my own.”

“And you didn’t have anyone’s help? No one saw you? You were alone?” The last question, I drag out a bit dramatically. It has its intended effect.

She swallows roughly before saying with some staccato rhythm, “Yep! All by my lonesome.” As casually as possible, her hand gently touches my bicep, which flexes under her warmth. “I was lonely.”

Blood pulsates toward my crotch, thinking about her willing to do anything for me last night. Wondering if she’d do it now. But her lying makes me want to put on my gloves and choke her. A war of want and wrath wafts through me like the wind. Standing, I lean over so my mouth presses against her ear, using my voice to lull her into a trance. “Good girl.”

Her breasts rise under her sweatshirt with the quick inhale she takes.

Placing my hand over hers on my arm, I allow my face to brighten into a smile. It’s go-time. Ugh! I’m so excited about this part.

“Would you have dinner with me again?”

As her shoulders relax, she steps into my body, her eyelashes fluttering up at me. “Of course, Cal. When and where? Should I prepare for a long journey?”

Brushing back some locks of her hair, I tilt her chin up to meet my face. “How about my place? Tonight.”

The crinkles in the corners of her eyes smooth out for just a moment as the fear returns. Interesting. Placing her made-up expression back on, she replies, “I would love that! What time should I come over?”

“I’ll have Monet take the night off and you can come over at six. We’ll make pizza together. You can have your meaty toppings and I’ll load mine with veggies. Watch a movie after. Sound like fun?” Damn. Sometimes my own acting impresses even me.

Soft rosy lips press into mine for a moment before she responds, “Yes. That sounds amazing.” Almost time, puppet.