9. Cameron

9

cameron

Date night! I put a little bit of sheer lip gloss on and couldn’t help but shimmy as I checked myself out in the mirror. It was the first time I’d see Joel since everything had gone down, and even though he’d told me through our FaceTime call last night that everything was good, I wouldn’t feel totally confident until I saw him face-to-face. Plus, it had been a shit week at both my jobs, and I really needed some time with Daddy.

I backed up so I could see myself clearly in the full-length mirror that was resting against the wall. Since this wasn’t my permanent place, I hadn’t bothered hanging anything up, so besides this mirror, the only personal items I had were my Sanderson sister squishes I used as throw pillows on my bed and my succulent plants on the windowsill in the tiny kitchen. It was sad and gloomy, but I was afraid if I decorated more, I wouldn’t be motivated to move. I had a hard enough time saving up as it was.

“Not important right now. It’s date night,” I muttered. I checked myself out, and even I had to admit, I was looking good. My faux leather pants appeared painted on. It had taken me nearly twenty minutes to get them up, which made me extremely grateful for the lace up front and convenient zipper down the back—because I’d probably die of horniness if I had to wait that long for Joel to get me naked at the end of the night. I’d been gagging for his dick for days now. I wasn’t sure if I’d even last through the whole date before I was begging for it. I shimmied again, and the plug I had put in before getting dressed shifted inside of me. Ugh, Daddy better like my surprise because it was driving me crazy.

My long-sleeved top was neon blue and completely sheer. I tweaked my nipples through it, letting them harden and point out some. Maybe I should get them pierced? River had his done, and I’d always been a little curious, but my belly button had hurt like a bitch, so I’d never taken that step. I wondered if Joel would like them. He was a kinky fucker so I was sure he would.

My phone vibrated. Probably Joel letting me know he was on his way. I’d told him I’d meet him at the gay club we were going dancing at, but being the protective Daddy he was, he’d insisted on picking me up. I’d pretended to be put out and not all swoony about it, even if neither of us were fooled.

I didn’t grab my phone to check right away, first smoothing down my hair and then grabbing my neon-blue Dr. Martens that matched my shirt. Once they were all tied on and I was ready, I finally checked the message. I hadn’t really been worried about missing it because Joel would just come in and either come up to the apartment or sit at the bar and chat with Zoe until I came down.

But the message wasn’t from him. It was from an unknown number.

There was no text, just a video attachment.

Listen. I was a millennial. I knew rule number one was to never open random video attachments sent from an unknown number. We’d all learned that lesson years ago. BUT . . . it was hard to resist that when the thumbnail of said video was a fuzzy image of me on my bed in my old apartment, with my ass on full display. What in the ever-loving fuck?

I then make IT people the world over cringe when I clicked play on said video.

It was a recording of me being fucked by someone, I couldn’t make them out, so it was probably just a random bar hookup. Their face was mostly covered. I could just tell it was a bigger man who was clearly ruthless, as I was literally bent in half. I seemed to enjoy it, obviously, because I was moaning like a porn star.

While the other guy wasn’t clear, I was. My face was front and center through most of the video, like it was zoomed in. What the fuck? Who the hell recorded this? The camera was at an angle, so it looked like wherever it was hidden was in the corner of my room. Trying to visualize it, I thought that was where my dresser was. Had someone fucking planted a camera there?

I shivered and found myself looking around my bedroom, even though I didn’t even live in that place anymore. I just felt so damn violated. Had that guy set it up? Somehow I doubted it. I never really gave my hookups a chance to wander my apartment or room on their own, and I was pretty sure this had been a one and done.

So who had it been? One of my roommates?

Fuck. I felt dirty, gross. I wanted to take another shower.

It wasn’t even the fact that I’d been recorded. I’d done a few shoots with content creators before. They were fun. But I’d also consented to everything that had been filmed beforehand and had a chance to watch the video and approve it before they’d posted it. This . . . This wasn’t okay.

My phone buzzed again and I jumped, causing it to fall on the bed. I nearly cried in relief when I saw it was Joel calling me.

I couldn’t hit the accept button fast enough. My hands were shaking, making it way harder than it should. By the time I finally answered, my heart was beating so hard, it was all I could hear as it pounded in my head.

“J-Joel?” Fuck, my voice was so shaky, but I was half afraid that this was a sick joke and it would be the mystery sender instead of my boyfriend.

“Cam? What’s wrong?” Joel snapped, and I laughed harshly, despite my terror. Gods, he was such a Daddy.

“Where are you?” I asked instead of answering his question.

“I’m just outside the bar. I was going to tell you’d I’d be getting a drink and chatting with Joey for a bit, but something’s wrong so I’m on my way up.”

Cue the melting panty alert. Fuck, that overprotectiveness really did something for me, even if I did act like a brat about it sometimes.

This time, though, I didn’t bother to act like I didn’t need my Daddy pronto. “O-okay. The door is unlocked.”

Joel grumbled something about me being more careful, but I was already tuning him out.

It took less than two minutes for the front door to open, and I heard Joel’s heavy footsteps as he entered. I held my phone in both hands and away from my body like it was a fucking bomb and left the room. He was already in the hall, his eyes wild, like he was ready to kill someone for me.

“Baby boy, what’s wrong?” I couldn’t speak. That alone was probably enough for Joel to realize something had happened. I was never at a loss for words. Instead, I just shoved the phone at him.

“What the fuck?” Joel’s eyes snapped to mine before he even clicked play on the video. I had paused it on a close-up of my face mid-nut.

“J-just watch it?”

Joel pressed play, but he barely lasted another five seconds before he stopped it. “What is this, caro ?”

I was just relieved he was still calling me by my nickname. I hugged myself. “Um, I don’t know. It’s a blocked number. Someone just sent this to me a few minutes ago.”

“And this was at your old apartment?” Joel’s voice was harsh, like he was barely containing his anger.

I nodded. “Y-yeah. That was my room. I-I didn’t know anyone was recording. I don’t know how they got that or who did it. I—” I choked on my words.

My phone hit the ground, and suddenly I was wrapped in two thick arms, my face buried in Joel’s leather jacket.

I breathed in the comforting scent of leather, cigars, and whiskey as I tried desperately not to cry and ruin my mascara.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll fix this. I swear it.”

I nodded into his chest. If Daddy said he’d fix it, he would. It might not have been long, but I already trusted him implicitly.

“S-s-sorry.”

Joel pushed me back just enough so he could clutch my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “None of that, baby boy. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Do you think it’s Sammy?” Joel knew all about my ex-roommate and fuckbuddy turned personal nightmare. “I mean, it has to be Sammy, right? I should’ve listened to River before I started to fool around with him. He warned me he got bad vibes from him, and I didn’t listen. Oh my gods, was Sammy stalking me?”

I started to shake again.

Joel kissed the top of my head. “We don’t know. But whoever it was, we’ll find out and deal with it. You’re not alone, Cam. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

I nodded. “Y-yeah. Okay.”

Joel kissed me. “Good boy. Thank you for telling me about this.”

I never even considered keeping it from Joel. Wasn’t that odd? I’d never blabbed all my life problems to any of my previous partners, even ones who were in the Daddy role, but Joel, it had a no-brainer to hand this over.

“I don’t want you watching this, okay? I’m going to make a copy and put it on my phone so I can ask Logan to look into it, and then we’re gonna delete the video and block the number. You don’t need to torture yourself with this.”

I nod again. “Okay.” I hadn’t even thought that far yet, but with Lake’s mate Logan being a cop, it made sense to have him investigate.

“I just gotta ask. Do you know the other guy in the video’s name? So we can look into him?”

I shook my head. “No, sorry, Daddy. I can’t place him right now, but I’ll try to think. I don’t think it’s him though. I doubt he had a chance to plant a camera.”

“Stop saying sorry. I’m going to spank you if you keep it up.”

I snorted. “You know that’s not really a deterrent, right?”

Joel shrugged. He gave me a half smile, but the rage was still burning in his eyes. “It would get you outta your head though.”

Fuck, I was so tempted. Getting my ass warmed by my Daddy followed by a nice, hard fucking would certainly get my head back on right. But then I remembered how psyched I’d been for date night. It’d been so long since I’d gone out dancing and had a good time. I wasn’t about to let this crazy fucker deter my night. Besides, it wasn’t like the spanking and sex were completely off the table, just pushed till later in the night.

“No, I still want to go out, if that’s alright, Daddy?”

Joel’s big hand fisted the back of my hair, holding me in place with my chin tilted up and neck exposed. Normally, I would be annoyed he was messing up my hair, but now I felt safe and cared for. He cupped my ass and let out a harsh breath when he squeezed and felt the solid base of the plug. His eyes darkened and I could practically smell the arousal.

“Fuck, what do we have here, caro ?”

I just smiled saucily. “A little surprise. For after dancing.”

Joel growled, and for a second I thought he was just going to push me to the bed and mount me right here and now, which honestly wouldn’t be bad. But he somehow restrained himself.

“Naughty boy. You really are itching for a spanking, aren’t you?”

I tried to nod, but he was holding my hair too tightly. “Yeah, but not till after. I-I really need to get out for a bit. Forget all about this.”

“Of course. Then we better get going before I can’t stop myself.”

He reluctantly let me go after a life-altering kiss. I grabbed my jacket and headed to the door before we got waylaid, but before I opened it, I turned back to him. “I know we have to talk more about the video, but can we just not for tonight? That would be ok, right?”

“Yes, that’s fine. Let’s go have some fun. The problems can wait till the morning.”

I slipped my much smaller hand into Joel’s big, tough one and we left my apartment, after Joel made sure I locked the door.

I ground against Daddy, letting the music and the swimmy feeling in my head from the alcohol take over. Joel held my hips tightly, possessively, letting every person in this fucking club know I was his. I loved it. It was so fucking addicting. Almost as addicting as the feeling of Joel’s bulge in his dark jeans pressing into the small of my back. I wished I were just a little taller, then that delicious cock would be right where I wanted it. Next time I was going to wear my platform boots.

Joel dipped down so his mouth was against my neck. I tilted my head, giving him full access, which he took immediate advantage of as his teeth nipped my skin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby boy!” he screamed into my ear over the music. I just smiled.

I twisted around so I was facing him and hooked my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes. “Let’s go back upstairs!” I yelled as loudly as I could manage.

The raised eyebrow let me know he’d heard me perfectly. “Maybe it’s time to show you that surprise?”

Joel pulled me closer to him, his beard scratching my skin, his teeth against my ear. “Show me.”

Yes, fucking please.