Page 15 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

I wake the next morning and I’m still fucking spent. We spent the entire afternoon in bed yesterday fucking, talking, laughing, and cuddling. I want to edit the video we made and upload it to my page, but I want to make sure Michelle is ok with it first.

She was so perfect, and I’d love to make more content with her if she’s comfortable with it. Her light snoring next to me makes me smile. I’ve never felt so connected with someone as I do with her.

I slide out of bed quietly and gather my laptop and camera to make edits. Before I start, I check my texts and there’s a few from Anna. I unblocked her yesterday, and I didn’t tell Michelle what she said when she came over unannounced.

She was angry that I accused her of breaking into my apartment and stealing my mask, but she was even angrier when she discovered I had a girl in my room.

Anna: I miss you…why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone else? I broke up with Jason weeks ago.

Anna: Why aren’t you answering me?? Sean, I miss you so much. Please call me!

Anna: I’m coming over again and she better not be there!!

Fuck. She can’t come over again. If she sees Michelle, she’ll fucking flip and ruin everything. Instead of blocking her number again, I text her.

Sean: Anna it’s over. I don’t want us to get back together. I’m sorry I reached out and accused you ok? It was just a misunderstanding with a friend. Please don’t come over anymore. We are not getting back together. Take care.

I’d be stupid to think that this is the end, but for now and until I can get Michelle back to school, I will have to be careful. Anna can be a spiteful bitch when she doesn’t get what she wants, and now she has it in her head that she has competition to get back with me.

Not going to happen. Ever. Even if Michelle and I hadn’t gotten together, I wouldn’t want to be with Anna ever again. She ripped my heart out and stomped on it, and I’m just now putting the pieces back together.

My chest tightens at the thought of losing Michelle.

I need to be careful about what I expose about her, especially online to my followers.

So I rewatch our footage from yesterday to make sure her face isn’t showing in any shots and start editing.

There isn’t much to take out because I love every frame we shot.

Her shyness in the beginning is cute, but towards the middle and end, she gives herself to me entirely, and it makes me proud that she overcame her fear of being recorded.

Once I’m satisfied with the finished product, I post a teaser picture of her on her knees facing me and showing off her perfect ass with the caption:

Happy Sunday Beauties, come and enjoy some fun with me and my beautiful prisoner ;)

I want to make sure she’s happy with the video before I post anything, so I schedule it for later today.

If she doesn’t want me to share it, I won’t.

There’s old content that I have in case she’s not comfortable sharing.

Michelle stirs next to me and lets out a big yawn.

She’s so fucking cute when she’s sleeping.

I wish I could wake up next to her every single day.

Yesterday was incredible, and while I told her she was more than welcome to stay here as long as she’d like, I’m not sure if she’ll take me up on my offer. I will keep the drawers and space I made in the closet open for her though in case she decides to be with me.

I’m not sure how we will hide the fact that we are together, but we will figure it out someday. Maybe we can move down to the Gulf Coast together and no one would ever have to know.

“How long have you been awake?” she asks before she yawns again.

“A little while. I was editing our footage from yesterday,” I say, raising an eyebrow.

Her eyes instantly widen, and she puts her hand out, demanding my phone.

I sigh, pull up the edited video, and hand her my phone.

Getting out of bed, I pull on some shorts and a t-shirt, then walk over to the bathroom.

Her contacts case and backpack are in here, and I smile to myself.

It feels good to have someone else in the apartment with me again.

“Sean!” she yells from the bedroom. I crack open the bathroom door and answer, “Yes, princess?” Her feet stomp on the ground as she walks over to me while I brush my teeth.

“Were you planning on posting this?!”

Shit. She sounds pissed. “Yes,” I mumble with my toothbrush in my mouth, then I spit into the sink.

“Will anyone know it’s me?” she whispers.

“No. I made sure every shot keeps your face hidden. Except for the end, of course. I wanted to make sure everyone could see me cum on your pretty face and glasses.” I shrug.

“Post it,” she says as she hands me back my phone.

There is a devilish look in her eyes, and a smile spreads across my face.

I grab her face and pull her in for a kiss, parting her lips with my tongue and tasting her.

She giggles and grabs my already hard cock.

I think we will need to have some fun before the day really begins.

We ran another marathon in the bedroom together. I don’t think I’ve come so many times in a 24-hour period before. I’m not complaining, but I think my balls are drained, and Michelle must be sore.

But I can’t get enough of her, and she has to leave tonight, which makes my chest tighten with sadness. She has finals coming up in a few weeks, and I don’t want to be a distraction. Her studies and future mean a lot to her, and I want to be nothing but supportive.

After breakfast, I go through my usual Sunday motions. Meal prep, laundry, and light cleaning while Michelle works on her computer throughout the afternoon. It feels as if we have been living together for ages.

Being with her feels so… natural. Her train leaves later this evening, but I don’t feel comfortable sending her away so late at night.

“Can I drive you back to school tonight?” I ask.

She looks up from her computer and pushes her glasses back up her nose. “What? No, it’s like a two-hour drive. I’ll be fine.” She smiles back.

“I just don’t feel comfortable with you arriving back in Champaign so late at night.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask my roommate, Stephanie, to come pick me up tonight. She won’t mind. Promise.”

“Okay, princess.” I hang my head in defeat.

She gathers her things as we get ready to head out and grab a bite to eat before I drop her off at the station.

We decide to stop at one of her favorite places in the city to grab a hot dog.

The drive to the station is difficult for me.

It’s wrong to want to be with her, but I’ve already fallen for her.

I park on the street next to the station’s entrance. It’s late, so finding parking isn’t a problem. I scan the nearby cars. Something in my gut tells me we are being watched, and I don’t like it.

Turning over to look at Michelle, she gives me a tight smile, and it makes my chest hurt. I run my thumb over her cheek and her full lips before leaning in for a last kiss. Her small hands grab my face in need, and she parts my lips with her tongue. We kiss for a few moments before breaking apart.

“Be safe, mi princesita. I want you to text me when you get back and when you’re in your dorm room. No excuses, or I’ll drive down and punish you,” I whisper against her soft lips.

She smiles and gives me another kiss before saying, “I promise.”

The passenger door opens, and she slides out, closing the door behind her. Taking one more look back at me, she waves and disappears into the stairwell leading down to the station. I don’t leave for a few minutes in case she changes her mind.

But when I don’t see her come back up, I finally unfreeze and pull away, heading home. I take my phone off of ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode and make sure it’s on the loudest setting. I don’t want to miss any calls or texts from her.

Fuck. She won’t be back home for three weeks, and my heart is aching already. We didn’t discuss what had happened over the weekend or what we wanted to do in the future. It just didn’t come up, or maybe we didn’t want to discuss it and ruin the perfect weekend we had.

The video I uploaded this afternoon has been blowing up and I have a ton of new subscribers.

I didn’t think I would get this much traction from it, but my subscribers seem to have loved it.

I’m sure Michelle will notice, and hopefully, it’ll boost her confidence to want to do more content with me.

She is perfect in every way possible for me.

By the time I return home, it’s after eight and I’m fucking exhausted. I haven’t gone to the gym in a few days, but being with Michelle was a workout on its own, so I’m not upset about it. But the apartment is empty again, and it makes me feel hollow inside.

I check my messages but haven’t gotten anything from her yet, so I log onto my page and comb through some comments. They’re wanting more of me and Michelle and asking who she is. I love the anonymity of being a masked content maker.

No one knows who I am, but they sure enjoy what I post and it makes me feel good about myself. I want Michelle to feel the same.

But there is one comment that stands out to me from what looks like a new account:

I know who this is. And I’m going to make you sorry for posting this. You sick fuck!

What the fuck? I immediately feel sick to my stomach, and I sit down on the couch to look into this account, but there’s no identifying information on who it is. Deleting the comment, I comb through the rest, making sure no one else has posted anything negative, and then I block the commenter.

I want to ask Michelle to look into it because I know she can do stuff like that, but I don’t want to worry her that someone might know who she is.

I’ve blocked any accounts of people I may know, so no one should know who I am, let alone who she is. But this worries me. Maybe I should take down the video and not post any more of us. Or it could just be a jealous fan that wants me to do just that. Fuck it, I won’t give them what they want.

Just as I’m about to get up and jump in the shower before heading to bed, I get a text from Michelle:

Michelle: I’m on the train, it’s so boring and I miss you already. I’ll text again when I’m back on campus.

Sean: Good girl. Talk soon.

She consumes my thoughts. I swear I can smell her sweet vanilla perfume throughout the apartment, and I can’t wait to get into bed and curl up with the pillow she used. As I rummage through my drawers for some clothes, I notice one of the empty ones has a shirt and a pair of jeans in it.

She must have left it there, and it makes my heart soar. Even though we didn’t discuss our future, the fact that she left some clothes leaves me feeling hopeful.

I know I can’t wait three weeks to see her again, so I make my own plans to surprise her this upcoming weekend. My little princess will be in my arms again soon.