“Time for inspection, Piggy,” he growls. My body is bone straight on the mattress, arms trembling, heart caught in my throat.
He yanks my hair, angling my head to the lens. “Spread your legs. Show them what’s mine.”
I hesitate.
Smack.
The sharp slap burns across my ass, stealing my breath.
“I said show them your slutty holes.”
Tears prick my eyes. I part my thighs and arch my back, my body betraying me as heat pools low in my belly.
“Good girl,” he murmurs now, quieter, voice rough with need. His fingers glide between my legs, parting my lips with a firm, filthy stroke. “Look at that sweet pussy. Fuck, she’s soaked.”
I bite my lip hard enough to make me wince.
“You hate me, Betty Pig? Hate what I’m doing?” His thumb circles my clit. “So why are you dripping for me?”
His hand stills, resting heavy on my lower back. His next words are a whisper, only for me.
“Tell them you’re mine, Charlotte.”
My voice shakes as I squeak out, “I’m... I’m yours.”
Hesmooshes the side of my face into the mattress and growls, “Louder!”
“I’m yours!” I yip.
“Yes, you are, my stupid girl.” Two fingers slide inside me. I clamp down automatically. I hate this. The lights, the cameras, the humiliating game.
But my body? My traitorous body aches for him.
Only him.
I loathe myself for it. But I’ve missed his touch so badly. I want this to be just us, like it used to be. No audience. No show.
Hummm.
My heart stutters as a low hum fills the air. I twist to look over my shoulder just in time to see Grayson slide a thick vibrator under me, the tip pressing right against my clit.
“W-what—” I gasp.
My cuffs rattle as I squirm from the sudden burst of stimulation. But he’s already wrapped his fingers in my hair like a leash, keeping me pinned.
“Come on, little pig,” he snarls. “Cum for your fans on camera.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. I won’t. I’m too embarrassed. Too unsure and raw.
“I can’t,” I pout, truly meaning it.
But then his mouth is at my ear.
His mask lifts, just enough.
And I feel him.
His warm body close. His cologne wrapping around me. That hot breath. The voice I crave in my darkest dreams.
