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Chapter 19

Ranen

S hivers race down my spine as I wait for North to approach me. I figured when he went to my room, it was just to retrieve his mask but leave on his clothing, so I had something to work for like last time. Seeing him walk into my room, his dick already hard and standing proud, scrambled my brain and left me at a loss for words. I wasn’t even finished with my introduction, but there’s no way I would have disobeyed North’s gentle order.

The sounds of the chat barely reach me past the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Yes, I’m still afraid of my stalker. Yes, we’re only doing this session with the goal of drawing out whoever is after me, but under that, under all that is my want and desire for North.

Nothing, not even my own fear will dampen that.

His hum makes me shiver again. “Spread your ass, baby. Let me see that pretty hole.”

Pressing my chest to the mattress, I reach behind myself and pull my ass cheeks apart, the air from the vent blowing over it gently. “Like this?” I ask, still cognizant enough of my audience to give them a show.

Usually, it’s all fake—all bullshit—a show put on to display my most desirable side. But when I’m with North, when he’s around, none of my reactions are insincere. He pulls them out of me easily, almost effortlessly.

“Just like that,” he whispers. I strain my ears to listen to him walking over, the carpeting on my floor absorbing his steps. I jump when he places his large hand on my back. “Shh.” He soothes me, rubbing up and down my spine. “Don’t worry, Cas. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

“I know,” I whisper. North always takes care of me, be it feeding me, cuddling with me, or making me see fucking stars when he makes me orgasm. I will never get used to it, but I know North won’t do anything less.

A hiss leaves my lips when wetness lands on my hole, sliding down my balls. North collects his saliva with two fingers before pressing against my entrance. “You want to feel my tongue here?” he asks in a deep, teasing voice that settles in my chest.

God, I don’t think I’ve wanted anything so much. “Please,” I beg, crying out when his fingers breach me.

He pumps in and out of me slowly, brushing those thick fingers against my walls. His digits bump my prostate, but only just. Not enough to give me what I’m craving, not even close to getting me off.

“Please, god, please,” I beg again. North likes it when I beg. His eyes always flare with lust when a plea tumbles from my lips.

Right now is no different. A deep growl percolates in the room, and I feel the air shift as North gets to his knees behind me. He pulls my hips back until I’m resting my weight on my shins. Another growl reaches my ears, the sound making me moan softly.

“You look fucking delicious, baby.” He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue.

“Oh, god ,” I moan, the sheets under me tangled in my fists. The warmth and wetness of his tongue laving gently over my exposed ass feels so good. “N…” My words trail off when I find myself almost slipping up and saying his name.

We never discussed him using a false name while we were on cam. It’s something we should have gone over, with my desire to always have his name on my tongue, to always let him know how I feel about what he’s doing to me. But I won’t out him by saying his name. I mean, come on, how many men are named North?

He grabs handfuls of my ass, squeezing the globes hard as he delves into my entrance. Up and down his tongue moves on my pucker, teasing the skin there.

Dropping one hand, he grabs my cock, jerking me slowly. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I try to absorb all I’m feeling right now. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Ecstasy flows through my veins, my balls drawing close to my body in need of release.

“I’m gonna come. Please, I need you.” Tremors rack me as I fight to keep my release at bay. I need to feel North’s thick cock inside me before I blow.

North ignores me, clamping his mouth around my hole and sucking.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, shit. Oh god. Oh, oh please. Oh, right there. Right there. Shove your tongue in me,” I babble, tossing my head back and rotating my hips into his face. I’m so close, but I don’t want him to stop. I’d probably die if he took his mouth away from me now.

His tongue snakes out and he spears it into my hole, fucking me with it as he still slowly tugs at my cock. He ravages my channel, lashing at me without mercy, a direct contrast from the soft grip he has on my dick while he jerks me.

North’s other hand comes down on my ass, and that’s all it takes. A strangled groan leaves my dry throat as I come hard all over North’s hand. He hums against my hole, licking me through my release.

Shivers rack my body, his tongue pushing me over the edge again and again.

When the last spurt of come leaves me, North lets my length go and pulls away from me. I slump to the side, unable to hold the position any longer. I’m fucking boneless, unable to even hold my head up.

Sucking sounds reach my ears and I look up lazily at North, who’s licking and sucking my seed from his fingers, a heated look in his eyes. God, I wish I could see his whole face. When all this is over, I’m going to take great pleasure in staring into North’s face as he takes me.

His hum of satisfaction has a quiver flowing through me. “You taste good, baby.” I might have been the one who just came my brains out, but North sounds sex drunk.

Even though I made a mess on the bed, North climbs in beside me and arranges my satiated body the way he wants me. I try to help him, I really do, but I can barely keep my eyes open after the strength of my release.

North settles on his side behind me and lifts one of my legs in his strong hand. He holds it there while he brushes his cock head against my spit-soaked pucker. At some point, he must have added lube because he’s slick, making his entrance inside me smooth and effortless. I moan tiredly, absorbing North’s powerful thrust.

I know why he chose this position. Not only does it allow him to go deep and hit my prostate with each thrust, but it also shows where the two of us are connected. There’s no way anyone watching can’t see his dick gliding in and out of the hole he just finished feasting on. No one will miss how he stretches me wide, his large dick and heavy balls on display for all to see.

Trailing a hand up my chest, he clamps his hand around my throat, applying enough pressure to make me lightheaded. “Baby,” I groan, at a loss for anything else to say.

Fuck, North feels so fucking good. He knows exactly how to play my body—where to touch me, where to kiss me, how to fuck me—like he was made for me. Like the soulmate that everyone is promised is out there for them.

I rotate my hips, fucking back on him as he drills into me. “Cas. Your hole is so fucking tight. So fucking mine .” He nips at my earlobe, drawing it into his mouth before sinking his teeth into it more. I cry out, reaching back to rest my hand on his belly. The flex and bunch of his abs under my palm sparks something inside me.

Turning my face to the side, I seek his lips, needing to feel them on me. North’s hand on my neck drifts up, holding on tight to my chin as he fucks into me faster. He ravages my mouth, flicking his tongue over mine. I still detect my natural flavor and my spunk on his tongue.

My dick is embarrassingly hard, bouncing against my belly like I didn’t just come minutes ago.

A continuous stream of noise lights up the room, joining with my muffled moans, North’s hard grunts, and the slapping of skin. It’s a wonderful cacophony of sounds, burrowing into my ears and lighting me up.

Against my lips, North murmurs, “I can’t hold back. Are you close?”

I nod and capture his lips again, loving how they feel against my own.

North’s hand on my thigh tightens as his thrusts speed up. He’s hitting that special spot inside me, pushing me off the cliff of pleasure. My climax shoots through me at the same time North groans in my mouth, coming deep inside me.

My head falls back as I come hands free, unable to keep my lips locked on North. My throat is dry, and it’ll be sore from how loud I’m moaning, but fuck it, I couldn’t care less. It’s always worth it when I’m with North.

He lowers my leg and pulls out of me slowly. Though I feel empty, I’m mollified when North settles between my legs, kissing me gently and lovingly.

Love.

Yeah, I think I fell over that cliff long ago. Maybe the first day I met North. I was hurt and not thinking straight, but he saved me and stuck by me. He’s been taking care of me, being near me to make sure I’m not alone at any point. He’s just been here, a rock that I know I can depend on. I trust North with my life.

And with my heart apparently.

I can’t tell him that. Not right now. It’ll just seem like I’m dick whipped from how well he just fucked me.

It’s so cliché for the virgin to fall for the first man he sleeps with, but whatever. North isn’t like any other man. He’s different, that air of danger and security blanketing me like a warm hug. I won’t ever get enough of him.

He releases my lips and smiles down at me, framing my face. “You okay?”

I nod, sighing hard. “Yeah. That was… amazing.

His deep chuckle makes me feel tingly all over.

After one more quick kiss, North lets me up so I can close out my show. When I look at the computer this time and see the threatening messages, I don’t bat an eye. Our show did exactly what it was supposed to do.

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, WHORE?

YOU’RE MINE!

YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE LET HIM TOUCH YOU!

I’M GOING TO CUT HIS DICK OFF FOR FUCKING YOU!

AND YOU ENJOYED IT! SLUT!

I’LL TEACH YOU FOR CROSSING ME! I’M COMING FOR YOU!

Dragging my fingers over my mouse pad, I close out the messages. Then I smile at the slew of comments on the screen. My tips are almost double what I made last show, making me smile. My regulars send me comments, and I answer some of those as well as a few from some new guests.

derbycockrider69: hot as fuck! ur mystery man has a big cock. can u ride him again next time

A flush blooms over my cheeks. “Yeah, I did like being on top. If he lets me be in charge next time, I’ll dedicate the show to you, Derby.”

camfan09: will he be in all your upcoming shows or will you tell us in advance? I don’t want to miss any he’s in.

“Not every show, Cam,” I tell him, “but he’ll be in a few more. I think he likes it.”

North wraps an arm around my chest and pulls me back into him. He kisses me gently on the neck and I sigh, my dick twitching. “I like making you feel good.”

Twisting around, I plant my lips against his again, getting lost in his kiss.

A different ding sounds from my computer than it would for a comment, and I know it’s a message. Steeling myself, I pull my lips away from North’s and look at the screen. My blood runs cold, but I don’t let it show.

I’LL SEE YOU SOON, RANEN.

Bile rises in my throat, but I push it down and flash a quick smile at the camera. “I’ll be back next week. Me and my mystery man.” I wave at the camera and close my feed.

Exhaling roughly, I look up at North, who’s taken the mask off and has a thunderous look on his face.

“Hey,” I say, putting my hand to his cheek. “It’s what we wanted. It’s shitty, but he did exactly what we wanted. He’ll make a mistake now.”

North hangs on to every word, the anger not entirely bleeding from his eyes, but his face doesn’t look so tight anymore. “I know. I just…” He blows out a long breath and runs his hand through his hair. “Nothing can happen to you. I’d lose my shit if it did. You understand?”

I do, but I also feel like I don’t. That scent of danger reaches my nose, tunneling into me and landing squarely in my chest. There’s something… menacing about North when he gets like this, but fuck if it doesn’t endear me to him more.

“Yeah. Let’s shower. We’re both a mess.”

North drops a quick kiss on my lips. “You go ahead. I’m gonna wipe up really quick, but I have to make a phone call.”

“Will it take long? I just want to know if you want me to wait for you in the shower.”

He shrugs. “It might. I’m going to call Dad. There’s… something we have to talk about.”

I want to ask why he’s being so cryptic, but he’ll tell me when I need to know. I trust North as much as I love him.

We head to the bathroom where I start the shower and North cleans himself with a washcloth. “You sure you don’t wanna climb in with me?” I make a show of rubbing across my body, down my chest to cup my privates.

North growls, pulling me to him and kissing me hard. “You’re a tease.” I moan when he nips my bottom lip. “But I have to talk to my dad. Besides, I like having your scent clinging to my skin.”

Why is that so fucking hot? God, North is going to drive me out of my fucking mind saying shit like that.

Breathily, I say, “Okay.”

He plants one more kiss on my lips and breezes out the door, leaving me cold from where his body was pressed against mine.

I climb into the shower, hoping the hot water hitting my skin will warm me up, but no such luck. It’s a deep, internal warmth he brings out of me without effort. It makes me realize how cold I’ve been since my grandfather died. How cut off I’ve been from having any real feelings since the person I was closest to was taken from me.

North is everything I thought I’d never have. He’s so fucking perfect that it’s mind boggling he chose me. Why did he choose me? I’m just an ordinary guy, nothing really special about me. I’m tiny and thin and my face turns bright red with literally any emotion. What could North possibly want with a man like me?

As I drag the cloth over my body, soaking myself with his body wash, I don’t want to dwell on those questions. I want to focus on what North and I have. It’s weird that I love him… like, really love him. Not infatuation. It’s almost like an obsession. I want to be with North all the time, no matter where. I would live in his skin if I could. Even now, being away from him makes me feel anxious.

God, I’m in way deep with North.

I rinse the soap from my skin, smiling as I breathe in the scent of him. I love smelling like North, just like he loves having my scent on his skin.

My stomach growls as I put on my underwear and pajama pants. Since I’ll be staying in the apartment, I decide to forgo a shirt. I still have heat radiating off me from our fucking scorching cam session.

Like me, I’m sure North is hungry, since he worked up an appetite fucking me the way he did. My hole clenches as I remember how he slid into me. He fucking owned me. He took me apart so beautifully and put me back together even better. I’ll never be the same after what he’s done to my body and my heart.

I toss my clothes in the hamper and exit the bathroom, eager to feed North for once. I don’t see him in the apartment, so I figure he needed some privacy and stepped out to make his call.

Since he’s calling Atlas, I figure it has to do with work. North hasn’t gone to work in weeks. I told him he could, that he doesn’t need to feel obligated to stay with me nearly every hour. My chest got a warm, tingly feeling when he told me he didn’t mind and that he planned to stick around until the threat against me was neutralized. He actually used the word neutralized .

I don’t care how long he stays. He can move in officially for all I care, as long as I have him.

Going to the cupboards, I pull out bread and grab cheese from the fridge. Then I grab the big can of tomato soup from the pantry. It’s cooler outside, so comfort food would be great right now.

I’m bending over to grab a saucepan and frying pan when the door opens behind me. I smile, glad that North is back. I want to cuddle before we talk about a plan to find my attacker.

“Hey, I’m making soup and sandwiches. You know I’m not the best cook, but—”

When I turn around, my breath catches in my chest and the pans fall to the floor with a clatter. Mr. Barlowe stands just by my kitchen island, his eyes greedily taking in the contours of my chest. “I like soup and sandwiches,” he says lecherously.

I press my back against the counter, trying to get as far away from him as I can. “Wha-what are you doing here? Get out.”

He tips his head to the side. “You invited me here, Pooh Bear. Don’t you remember?”

Bile rises in my throat, fear clawing at me as I try to process what he just said. Pooh Bear . No one calls me that. No one except the vile person who’s after me. The person who’s been sending me gifts and hate-filled messages.

It makes sense. I’m not sure why I didn’t see it. Mr. Barlowe has a key to my place, so he was able to enter my apartment without forced entry to attack me. I figured he was a sub of mine, from how he always makes me feel naked when he looks at me, but this is proof. He watched in 4K as I was being fucked by North. And the gifts. Of course he dropped the gifts off. He watched me set up the camera and knew how to avoid being seen. And he knew when I took it down so he could ramp up the delivery of said gifts.

I don’t know how North and I didn’t realize it was him when we caught him leaving that gift earlier. It was just too easy. I thought the person who was after me was a big mystery person, someone who was sly and sneaky. But it’s just my creepy fucking landlord.

My fear is replaced with anger as I look into his brown eyes—unfamiliar, but familiar all the same. His gaze roams down my body, freezing on my crotch. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he says, licking his lips.

Where is North? Did he not see Mr. Barlowe walk in?

My eyes bounce around discreetly as I try to find a way to defend myself. Mr. Barlowe is fucking unhinged, saying he was going to gut me and gift me North’s head on a platter. He’s fucking dangerous.

My gaze snags on the butcher’s block to my left, the knives facing out. Slowly, I inch my way over to it, hoping I can grab a knife before he sees me.

“Waiting for what?”

“For you, Cas .” This is the first time my cam name feels dirty. It feels gross and slimy coming out of his mouth. “You’ve been teasing me for far too long.” I’m almost to the block, my fingers dancing on the counter. “Flaunting your hot little ass in front of me, not giving me the time of day, but showing anyone with a dollar your hole. You could have been with me. I could have been good to you. Kept you safe. But instead, you get that muscled up asshole who—”

With a shout, I reach for the butcher’s block and pull out the large knife. Turning, I try to bring it down on whatever part of his body it will reach, but I’m barely facing him before his hand lashes out, connecting with my cheek, making the knife tumble from my hands as I fall on my ass.

“Look what you made me do!” he shouts. He picks up the knife and steps closer to me, waving it in my direction. I slide back against the cabinets, pressing myself against them. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ranen. I want to take care of you. Keep you safe. When that—” He stops and shakes his head, anger brightening his gaze. “You need someone who will protect you, Ranen. And that man is me. You’re my Pooh Bear. I’ll guard you with my life.” He crowds into my space, dragging the knife softly down my face.

“Mr. Barlowe, please,” I murmur, trying to talk my way out of this. How do I stop him? Where’s North?

He smiles at me widely, like he’s won. “Are you ready for me to take care of you, Ranen? I can treat you better than that guy ever could. He’s not right for you. I am. You’re mine, Pooh Bear.”

My chest heaves as I watch the knife he’s so carelessly waving around. Who the fuck is Mr. Barlowe, and why is he so fixated on me?

Sniffling, barely able to keep my tears at bay, I ask, “Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t you know, Ranen? We belong together.”