I move onto my knees and give the camera my back. Placing a hand on the mattress to stay balanced, I reach behind and probe my back hole with the plug’s tip. My eyes squeeze shut as I push the toy past the tight ring of muscles. As soon as I relax and focus on breathing, it glides in with no issues. A low groan wells out of me as the toy settles into place. No matter how many times I’ve done this, it’s like the first time all over again as my body adjusts to the feeling of being full.
The message alerts ping, one after the other. I blindly reach behind me for my laptop so that I can pull it beside my head and read the messages.
That’s my good girl.
Now rub your clit, but don’t you dare come.
I pout. “But, Sir!”
Don’t give me attitude. Do as I say.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
I reach between my legs and arch my back to give him a better view between my thick thighs. I spread my legs further apart, settling my upper body on the bed and keeping my ass in the air. Double-checking the video feed on the laptop screen, I ensure he can see the butt plug and my pussy before I rub my clit. Being in this position makes it harder to read his messages. Thank god he doesn’t say anything while I touch myself.
My eyes squeeze shut as warmth pools low in my belly. A soft moan spills past my parted lips as I rock my hips and rub the swollen bundle of nerves faster. The butt plug strokes against a sensitive spot. If I don’t think too much about it, I could psych myself into thinking I’m being fucked by a man and not by a toy.
My toes curl as I get closer to an orgasm. Sweat beads on my temples as I hold it off for as long as I can.
“I’m going to come. Please let me come.” I bite my bottom lip to quiet my noises so my aunt can’t hear me. Her bedroom is right across from mine, and I would die of embarrassment if she walked in while I’m like this.
The messages chime with barely any break between.
My muscles contract as I ride the edge of my climax. I should stop, but I can’t. The promise of a mind-blowing orgasm is right there for the taking.
Blue eyes pop into my vision behind my closed eyelids. I mentally swat the image away and imagine every girl’s wet dream—an older man dressed in a suit, with sharp features.
It’s hard to keep the mental picture. The orgasm fades, and I huff. My mind takes the opportunity to shift directions. The mental image turns into someone I’ve had a crush on since we were kids. He’s taller, leaner, dressed in all black, with matching combat boots and tattoos littered all over his body.
Tingles spread through my body, and my inner walls spasm as the orgasm builds.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. My hips rock with more vigor as I ride my hand harder.
The fantasy takes on a life of its own. Ryder’s blue eyes flare with momentary surprise when he walks into my room, then narrow as they settle on me. My heart pounds harder as imaginary Ryder looks at me. It’s as though he’s judging me for being in this position, and for whatever reason, I love it. Maybeit’s because he’ll then punish me for misbehaving. He’ll give me a tongue-lashing or maybe a different kind of lashing...
My back arches, and a soft keen slips past my lips as fantasy Ryder stalks closer to me with a pinched expression. His darkened gaze roams over my body and settles between my legs, watching as I furiously rub my clit.
More messages chime. The first few draw me out of the fantasy, but I slip back into it as I focus on the daydream.
Ryder stops at the side of my bed and tears his gaze from my ass to settle on my face. He strokes his palm down my back and cocks his head, gauging my reaction as his skeleton-tattooed hand drifts to my bottom.
“Naughty, little sister.”His deep voice goes straight to my clit. The final thing to break me.
“I’m going to—” I pant and rock my hips faster. “I’m such a bad girl. I’m going to come!”
My speakers crackle as Sir turns on his mic. “Don’t you dare!”
I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cry as the orgasm rocks through me like an earthquake. Every muscle in my body contracts as I ride out the tidal wave of pleasure while Ryder’s face fills the darkness behind my closed eyelids. His pierced lips curl into a tiny smile, as though he knows a secret of mine and fully intends on using it to his advantage.
Sir groans as he comes. His breaths come out choppy and labored until they even out, leaving the room dead silent.
I wince as I realize what I just did.
Who in their right mind would get turned on by someone who loathes their existence? Let alone theirsibling?
“Jesus Christ,” Sir says after a moment. Hearing his voice instead of Ryder’s is like dumping cold water over my head and snuffing the last of the burning desire I had left. “Show me your pussy. I want to see your cum.”
Using the last of my energy, I arch my back and spread my ass cheeks so he has a good view of my weeping center. I check the laptop screen, making sure I got it on camera.