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FIVE

HAZE

Indi’s moans filled the room as I watched the video of her riding me. She asked me to delete it, and I told her I would, but I didn’t. Instead, I kept it hidden in a private folder on my phone with all the other photos and videos we took. But this one, oh, this was my fucking favorite. She may think it was fake, but I knew it was real. I’ve seen her make that face and heard those exact noises before, and I knew she meant them. She liked riding me, and I fucking enjoyed every minute of it.

Kush meowed, startling me as I dropped my phone onto the bread batter before me. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, Indi’s muffled moans sinking into the dough. “Damn it, Kush.” I pulled the phone from the sticky dough, peeling it free. The cat made a few noises, scratching at the kitchen island, knowing what I had tucked in the drawer above him. “Oh, fine.” I opened the drawer and pulled the Ziploc out, sprinkling a small nugget over him. He pranced around, rolling in the heavily scented cannabis, purring and licking it up off the floor. “I swear, you’re a bigger pothead than the rest of us.” I laughed at the fat cat as he rolled around in it.

I turned to face the bread dough before me, sighing. I needed to record myself kneading it, but I didn’t really have the energy. What I really wanted to do was sit in my room and jack off to those videos of Indi on my phone. Now that I had the energy for it.

Speaking of— I grabbed my phone and paused the video. Where are you? I scrolled through and found Indi’s location. She was close, approaching the apartment. Perfect . Thanks to a very generous donation from her masked subscriber, she had more than enough money to fix her phone. And I needed it fixed, otherwise I’d have no way to follow her.

Within seconds, Indi stepped through the apartment door, huffing and puffing. It was clear she was upset. Her cheeks were flustered, and she moved with a cloud of anger behind her.

“Everything okay?” I asked, gently kneading the dough.

“No!” she shouted. She threw her things down and swiped through her phone. “Look at this shit!” Her finger scrolled, showing me dozens of texts from her boyfriend Carter. I couldn’t really read them as she scrolled so fast, but I noticed a few emojis and all cap letters. He wasn’t just pissed. He was furious.

Good.

“I’m guessing Carter didn’t like the photos you posted?” I tried not to smile. I knew Indi had posted most of the photos to her social media, carefully cropping me out as much as possible to avoid anyone knowing it was me. Mary-Jane was here when she did so, showing me like it was some insane news. And if her reaction was anything like Carter’s, well, let’s just say those photos did exactly as they were intended to.

“Oh, no.” She tossed the phone onto the counter. “He’s been blowing my phone up nonstop! I knew he’d be jealous and get angry, but this ? No, this is a whole different level!” Her phone buzzed as another text came in, followed by another and another. “Oh my god! I should’ve left my fucking phone broken! Then I wouldn't have to deal with this shit!” I watched Indi lean against the counter and drop her head in defeat. “I just wish he’d leave me alone,” she whispered. I wanted to feel bad for her…but I didn’t.

“Need to blow off that steam?” I asked.

She looked at me through her hair. “I don’t think smoking is going to fix this, Haze.”

I smiled. “Who said anything about smoking?” My hands gripped the dough, smacking it around on the kitchen island. “There are other ways to unleash that temper. Come here.” Indi slowly walked to my side. “No, here .” My flour covered hands positioned her in front of me. I then propped my phone up across the kitchen island and began to record us.

“Haze,” she groaned.

“Oh stop. I need a video for my social media. And don’t worry, I’ll crop your entire top half out like I do when I post mine. No one will see anything except your hands. Imagine the reaction my fans will give.” I returned to her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders and carefully placed her hands into the dough, manipulating them as we began to knead it together.

“What are we doing?” she asked, hesitant to follow my lead, eyeing the camera.

“Letting go. Now, press your fingers here.” I moved her hand, puppeteering her through. “Like that. Yes. Now, give it a smack.”

Indi turned and flashed me a face. “I’m not smacking the dough.”

“Why not? My followers love it. Watch.” I smacked the dough roughly as she lightly jumped. “See?”

Indi twisted her mouth, trying not to smile while she hit the dough.

“No, you call that a smack?” I took her hand. “Smack it like you mean it!” I moved her hand, whacking the dough. “Better. But this time, pretend it’s Carter’s face.”

“Haze,” she snapped. I raised a brow, stepping back as she shook her head and slapped the dough a bit harder.

“Almost.”

Indi slapped it again. She giggled, looking back at me as I smoked my joint. She then hit it again, harder, the sound echoing across the apartment. She hit it again and again, unleashing her anger in such a playful way. And I sat back and watched, knowing how good it must feel for her to unload herself. I finished the joint, tossed it into the sink, and stared, just completely consumed by her.

That’s right. Smack that dough. Show me your temper.

“Here.” I stepped back to her, surrounding her with my body. “Let me take over for a bit. You go get yourself one of the leftover brownies.” Indi ducked around me, snatching a brownie covered in icing. She had eaten almost all of them over the last few days, leaving barely any left.

Looks like I need to make more.

“So.” She took a bite, licking her lips as she watched me from across the kitchen island. “Is this really what your followers like to see?” Her finger twirled in my direction as I kneaded the dough some more, careful to showcase my knuckles and bulging veins.

“Oh yeah. They love a good knead.” I picked the dough up and slammed it back down onto the kitchen island. I pressed my wrist down, pushing forward as I pulled the dough, staring right at her. She raised a brow, her eyes falling back to my hands as I rolled everything back together and slapped it one last time. “Nice and firm.”

Indi swallowed. “Let me try again.”

I stepped back, motioning for her to take a turn. “Be my guest.”

Indi finished her brownie, shoving the rest deep into her mouth. She then stepped in front of me, tossing her long hair over her shoulders as the smell of her shampoo hit me in the face. I inhaled it deeply, trying to keep my dick in place. It didn’t help that she leaned slightly over, her tight dark green dress only highlighting her curves and perfect ass as she dug her fingers into the dough with a soft gasp and began to knead. “Like this?” she asked, moving like she had seen me.

“Almost.” I laughed. “Here.” I pressed against her back as she bumped into the counter. My arms wrapped around her body and I slid my fingers along hers, squeezing the dough. I could hear her breath shudder as our cheeks touched. “You need to make sure you fold it into itself, like this.” I moved her hands, showing her what to do. “There. Now, harder,” I whispered. Her lips parted gently as I noticed her head rise ever so lightly. “Harder,” I whispered again, watching her closely. She was enjoying this, and so was I.

“Haze—”

Just then, Indi’s phone buzzed, making her jolt. I immediately pulled back, knowing the moment was gone. She began to panic, flour and bits of dough stuck to her fingers. “Shit! Can you get that? You don’t have to respond or anything, just, just let me know what it says!” She rushed to the sink, trying to wash her hands. I picked up her phone and typed in her passcode. It opened to her texts and my smile fell. It was Carter.

Indi, we need to talk. If you want this work, then we need to sit down and discuss this like adults. No more games, no more fucking around. I know my value, and if you want to be with me, then you should learn your own.

“Your boyfriend wants to talk.” I tossed her phone onto the counter, pissed by what he had said.

Fucking little bitch.

Indi eyed me. “That bad?” I made a face. “Shit.” She picked up the phone and read the message with a groan. “What should I do?”

Let me fucking break his neck.

I shrugged. “It’s your relationship. Do whatever you want.”

“Really?” She crossed her arms. “So if I decided to meet him and talk, you would just be completely fine with that?” Why was she snapping at me? I didn’t do anything.

“Why are you even asking me?” I stepped towards her, ripping the apron from my bare chest as I glared down at her. “You’ve never wanted my opinion on your little relationships before.”

“Little relationships? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize dating someone exclusively for months was so?—”

“Boring?” I raised a brow.

“Boring? Wow. You’re right, and your whole fuck buddy thing you got going on with Mary-Jane is so much fucking better.” Oh, I hit a nerve.

I stepped closer, forcing her back against the counter. “It is. Because, unlike you, I’m free to do whatever the fuck I want whenever I want. I have no obligations to baby Mary-Jane’s feelings or try to constantly appease her. Why? Because that’s how I like it. You might not like what we have, but at least I don’t have to beg her to like me. She accepts me as I am, which is more than Carter will ever do for you, Indi.”

Indi glared back up at me. “Then why don’t I just leave so you can fuck your red-headed whore.”

“At least she’s not ashamed to be called one.”

“Fuck you, Haze.” She shoved past me, grabbing her things. “I’m going to see Carter.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, Indi!” She slammed the apartment door behind her. Kush rushed to my side and meowed up at me. “Yeah, I really hit a fucking nerve.”

Good.

I stood there for a good ten minutes before my phone buzzed. I checked it to see a new text from Mary-Jane.

Indi sent me a text and said she wasn’t coming home and we could have the apartment to ourselves tonight. Want me to come over?

I scoffed. Of course Indi texted her. Wait, if Indi wasn’t coming home, that meant she was probably planning on staying with Carter. Not because she wanted to but out of spite.

Oh, so you think you can just run back to your boyfriend like nothing happened? Well, we’ll see about that.

I typed my text out to Mary-Jane and hit send.

Can’t. Have plans.

My mask shifted on my face as I stood in the dark closet, silently waiting for Indi and Carter to return to his house. It was late, and from what I could see on the app on my phone, they had spent most of the evening at a nearby bar, probably trying to talk through their shit. Now, they were almost back, and I knew she was with him. Not because she wanted to be, but because she was trying to hurt me. Which told me I was under her skin, and that’s exactly where I wanted to be.

Minutes passed by as I waited in the darkness. I didn’t exactly know what my plan was, sitting here in Carter’s obnoxiously large closet, but I was here. Part of me was genuinely worried about what he might do to her. I wanted to know if he’d question her about the man in her photos and what she’d say. But then, I also was curious if all she really had planned was just to take him back. Fuck, she was driving me crazy. Nonetheless, I was here. The garage door opened, telling me they were here too.

Instant shouting filled the house as they argued. “Seriously? Wow. Real classy, Indi! You know, I thought we were really getting somewhere and now I’m just getting whiplash. I mean come on! You really can’t expect me to be so calm after everything just because we had one dinner!” Carter shouted as he rushed into the room.

Indi shadowed him, her face flustered. “You’re the one who said you wanted to talk! Fuck—I’m not the one in the wrong here, Carter! You are! You’re always out with other women, hanging all over them, posting them, and suddenly you have the audacity to question me for the same thing?”

Carter forced a fake laugh. “I’m not the one posting myself wearing lingerie in some stranger's bed!”

She put her hands on her hips and scoffed. “It’s sure funny how much you used to like me posting selfies just like it. You were always liking my posts and sliding into my messages before we got together, talking about how much you loved seeing me post those things.”

“Oh, don’t even try to put that shit on me! You baited me—slutted yourself out. Your whole game is posting content and waiting for someone like me to reach out so you could message me back, teasing me like one of your subscribers! I’m not some obsessed fan in a mask, Indi. I’m your fucking boyfriend and I deserve some respect!”

You better watch your fucking mouth.

Indi cocked her head at him. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Oh yeah. I know all about your real job and its following. All those sick perverts who pay to watch you while you put on a little show. You think you’re so much better than the whores you find on a street corner, just because everything you do is done behind a screen, but you’re not!” Indi’s eyes swelled with anger and tears. It took everything in my power not to bust from the closet and beat the shit out of that blonde haired douchebag. “No wonder masked men stalk you on the internet. You slut yourself out making people like him feel like you want them, when truthfully, you’re just looking for another paycheck.”

I’m going to fucking kill him.

Indi slowly approached him, holding her head high as she looked up into his eyes. Her lower lip quivered while she smiled, showing just how fucking strong she was. “Tell me. Am I really a whore if you fuck me but don’t pay?” Carter clenched his jaw. “Because I’ve never taken a cent from you, and you’ve happily fucked this whore for months, completely unbothered by the fact thousands of people all over the world pay to see me do things. Things you could never imagine because your head is so far up your own entitled ass. Instead, you try to tear me down and force me to be someone I’m not. Well, I’m sick of it, Carter! This is who I am! And I’m done.” She grinned while tears fell down her cheeks. “Good luck finding another woman to do the things I did.” She grinned. “But when you do find her, don’t forget to ask for a receipt.”

There you fucking go. I was so fucking proud of her.

“Indi,” Carter called after her. “Indi!” He grabbed her arm, refusing to let go. My fists squeezed in response.

Her free arm swung as she slapped him hard across his face, knocking his grasp from her. “No!” He glared at her, burning bright red. “You don’t get to touch me.”

Carter heaved with anger, towering over her frame. His nostrils flared as he stood there watching her. “I will touch you as much as I fucking like.” His hand snatched her neck as she tried to fight him, shouting and trying to free herself.

“Let go of me!” she yelled. “Stop!”

Carter pulled her close, crushing his mouth to hers. She tried to resist, crying as he kissed her again and again. She whispered no, but he only kissed her harder. “You can’t leave me, Indi.” Her eyes widened as she stared at him, his hold releasing her neck as he held her face in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“I’m so sorry. I only posted those photos to make you jealous because I’m crazy about you. So crazy that I forget myself. I know you’re not a whore, I’m just—so scared that you’re going to wake up one day and realize you can do so much better than me.” Her face softened as she stopped resisting him.

Please tell me you’re not actually falling for this shit.

“Carter.” She swallowed. “If I stay?—”

No.

“Then…Then you have to change.”

Indi, what the fuck.

Carter nodded, kissing her as he spoke. “Yes. Yes, I will.” They kissed each other. “I just need you to be patient with me. A man can’t change overnight.”

I rolled my eyes in disgust. This fucker straight up just played her into staying with him. After everything that just happened, he fucking played her. Like he always did. Indi was better than this. Better than him.

“I know.” Indi kissed him back. “Let’s just forget everything. And let’s—let’s just be together.” She led him back towards his bed, sliding her dress from her body. “Let me make it better.” She kicked her dress aside as he watched her, placing his hands along her flesh as she fell back onto the bed, ready for him. I felt sick to my stomach. Not only had she forgiven him, but somehow, she was going to make it up to him. To sleep with him like he didn’t just insult her. It was so toxic.

Carter’s phone rang, breaking the moment. He pulled back and turned away, glancing real quick before looking back at Indi. “I have to go.”

“What?” Indi sat up in shock.

“I’m sorry, it’s work.” He casually kissed her head, grabbing his things.

Her body slumped as she watched him rush away from her. “What—Carter. Carter, what am I supposed to do?”

Carter stopped, looking around the room. “Just keep yourself busy. Kitchen is stocked and you should have everything you need. Text me if you don’t.”

“Carter!”

“What?” he snapped. Indi made a face. “I’m sorry, but it’s work, Indi!” Carter quickly left as I listened. The garage door opened and closed, telling me he was gone.

Indi sighed, sitting on his bed in nothing but a delicious matching set of black floral lace with embroidered cherries. I knew it well, having seen it featured in many of her streams and content. She looked upset. I could only imagine the thoughts racing through her mind as she sat there, almost leaving the man who treated her so terribly just to end up back in his bed, alone. It hurt to see her, knowing the cracks he must have made in her soul to damage her enough to willingly stay with someone like him. Her desperation to be loved tugged at my heart. If only she knew just how loved she was, how badly she was wanted. If only she would accept the sick darkness between us. She would never experience these dark feelings that haunted her again. Not as long as I lived.

Indi sniffled, fighting back tears. She grabbed her phone, rolled onto her back, and began to scroll through it. The way she was positioned was perfect. I could not only see her breasts pooling from her bra, but I could see what she was doing on her phone.

Indi was looking at the photos we took together, zooming in on our faces. It was interesting to see. I stepped closer to the closet door, watching her swipe through. She wasn't just aimlessly looking. No, she was thinking about me.

She moved from the photos to her text and began to type, pausing as she stared at her phone. “No, I’m mad at him.” She tossed her phone down with a frustrated grunt. She rolled around, kicking her legs, obviously bored. “Keep myself busy, huh?” She made a face, thinking before the hint of a smile formed. She then bit her lip, snatching her phone back. I watched as she tapped the screen.

Well, if she’s just going to doom scroll, then so am I.

I pulled my own phone out and noticed something. Indi had read my message. Not an ordinary text but the message I sent via my secret account. My video. I opened the thread to see she had seen it a while back.

Interesting.

“I’ll keep myself busy.” My head snapped back to Indi. Her face was lit up as she sat on her knees, slightly facing my direction as she looked through her phone. She sat it in front of her, looking at something specific, but I couldn’t tell what. I peered through the mask, watching as her hands slowly glided down her thighs.

What’re you ? —

Indi began to feel her body, staring at the phone as she touched herself. My mask tilted as I watched, my hot heavy breath filling the closet.

Oh, you naughty little thing.

I quickly and quietly watched, my dick swelling as it ached for her, loving every second of the private show I was getting. She moved so sensually, gliding her hands along her curves. Her nails scraped her skin while she gasped faintly. I repositioned my phone, ensuring the flash was off as I pressed record, zooming in. She took her time, reaching her fingers beneath the thin lingerie and played with her nipples, moaning at her delicate touch. It was so fucking hot to watch, but I didn’t just want to watch. I wanted to participate.

Let me join you.

With my free hand, I pulled my aching dick free from my jeans and began to stroke myself. My dick hardened and grew with excitement as I listened to her, enjoying herself. Her fingers traveled down her bare stomach and beneath her panties. She was massaging her pretty little clit, and as I watched, I rubbed my dripping tip. I moved with her speed, pretending it was her fingers playing with me.

“Oh,” Indi cried out as she gently began to finger herself. Her body rose and rocked against her palm as she looked at her phone, obviously turned on and driven by whatever she saw. I mimicked her movements, thrusting against my grasp as I, too, moved fast. It was a challenge to try and keep still enough to record her while masturbating, but even harder to stay quiet. Especially with her moaning so loudly.

Indi cried out again, the sound telling me she was nearing her climax. She increased her speed, ruthlessly fingering herself.

That’s right. Fuck yourself like the wicked thing you are.

She began to cry out, leaning forward, rocking faster and faster against herself. It was so fucking delicious to see, milking my own impending orgasm as I watch, breathing heavily beneath my mask. She nearly fell forward, knocking her phone across the floor as she gripped the edge of the bed and came with a loud scream. “Oh fuck!”

My curious eyes fell to the phone just outside the closet to see the video I had sent her of me in my mask coming for her. The video was zoomed in on my dripping dick as cum squirted all over my shaft. And I immediately came, faster than I’ve ever come before.

Jesus fucking christ!

I dropped my own phone, the sound thankfully hidden by the delicious noises Indi was making, and tried to control myself. I was spewing all over, grabbing one of Carter’s shirts to catch what I could. My eyes were fixated on her, the two of us so sickly obsessed with the other, coming at the fantasy we obviously both wanted. She just didn’t know it yet.

Oh, this is so fucking wrong. But so fucking right.

Indi’s body slumped, her heavy breathing filling the room as she calmed. She was out of breath, which told me how good the idea of me made her feel. I tried to calm myself, my own climax slowly relaxing. I had to look away to ensure I cleaned my mess up, realizing how much I came.

Damn, little sis. Only you could make me come so fucking hard.

The sound of the floorboard creaking caught my attention as I looked up to see her standing outside the closet. She was staring down at her phone, now in her hand. I froze, hoping to remain unseen. “What is wrong with me?” she whispered to herself.

Absolutely nothing.

Indi’s eye slowly raised to the closet and for a brief second, I swore she saw me. But she didn’t. Instead, she exhaled and turned away.