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TEN

KEIRA

Scream My Name - Thomas LaRosa

J ames insists on driving Cinder and me back to the rental. He takes a short detour to pass by Keith’s house, probably making us seem suspicious as he slows to a crawl, looking for something that isn’t there. The rest of the day ticks by slower than sand falling through an hourglass. My mind fixates on Harkin knowing something I don’t, and whatever that information is that he’s not sharing it with me, only James. We’ll discuss his choices when he gets back and establish an understanding of who comes first in all aspects of our relationship.

Plating the final addition to my dinner, I take the makeshift charcuterie and my glass of wine upstairs to crawl into bed. I need to plan my trip into the city, and I’m banking on the fact that Harkin will be too busy in California to keep an eye on the tracking device in my arm. We’d agreed the trackers were for emergencies and discussed deleting the app on our phones and leaving it up to James, but ultimately, he refused. Some bullshit excuse of not being able to get to the information right away if he needed it. Like he couldn’t just check from his browser. Then again, he could always track my phone. But that’s easy enough to keep off his radar when turned off. The thing does an awful lot of dying lately.

Going through the options, I start with taking the rental car. That’s flawed, because if James drives by, I need him to believe I’m still tucked away and safe. There’s a short window of opportunity for me to go and get back before Harkin’s return tomorrow night. An Uber for a three-hour drive would be astronomical. Not to mention, the charge would probably ping Harkin, defeating the purpose. Looks like the train is my best option. It runs every two hours, and I can leave first thing in the morning, make it by noon, and return before anyone notices I’m gone.

With my plan set, I scroll through the streaming service to find something to watch before bed. But as I’m about to click play on a new horror release, Harkin’s name pops up for a video call. Answering the call, I expand the video, taking in his tired demeanor. Things must not be going well.

“Hey, sweetness. In bed already?”

“Not much to do but call it an early night when I’m alone.”

“Aww, are you missing me?” He sits forward, his face illuminated more by a light nearby.

“Hmm, Cinder misses her daddy.”

The dog in question lazily moves her eyes in my direction, but doesn’t try to get up.

“And do you miss your daddy?”

My face contorts in the small reflective video of me in the corner. “Listen, I’ll call you Sir every day of the week and twice on Sundays, but I draw the line at Daddy. That’s a hard limit.”

The seriousness of my declaration draws up the corners of his mouth before a contagious laugh spills from his lips, causing his body to bounce in the computer chair. “Shit, little one. I needed that.”

“You’re still coming back tomorrow, right?”

“That’s the plan. I’m ready to be out of California and back on the East Coast with you. But until then, I’ve got a little present for us.”

“Oh?” I perk up, excited to see what it might be.

“Go check the bottom dresser drawer on my side. There’s a small box for you.”

I leap out of bed, almost depositing my computer on the floor. Cinder stands at the edge of the mattress, looking around for whatever caused my unexpected excitement.

“Down,” I hear Harkin demand through the computer.

She listens, hopping down and curling up in the corner by the bedroom door.

The package is small, but when it comes to Harkin, God only knows what he’s hidden inside the matte present box.

“Did you find it, little one?” he calls again, his voice deepening into that seductive tone that means we’re about to step into my favorite space.

I settle the computer back on the bed and sit with the box in my lap. “Yep!” I beam. “Can I open it?”

“Keira.”

“Can I open it, Sir?” I correct, lowering my eyes. It doesn’t matter that he spent months training me while we were in Colorado. We worked through the dynamic we wanted to explore and develop in our relationship. He had experience, and I was still pushing the boundaries to see what I could gain. I doubted it was something we’d ever nix altogether.

“Open it.”

He doesn’t have to order that one twice. The soft silk glides through my fingers as I pull the bow free. The top lifts off from the bottom, exposing the U-shaped silicone toy. He’s quiet as I work the toy from its plastic holder.

“Strip.”

There isn’t much to strip since I’m already in pajamas—a rarity these days. I shove the gift box and toy aside and move the computer down, giving Harkin a wider angle. It also gives me enough space to lift the soft cotton tank over my head and slide the sleep shorts down my legs and onto the floor.

“Lie back against the headboard and spread your legs for me.”

I do as I’m told, pulling up my knees and dropping them comfortably to the sides.

“Fuck, little one. Look at my pretty pink pussy.”

I don’t, because I know it’s not an order but an observation. My nipples pebble from the cold room and the anticipation of our night to come. The longer it stays quiet while he takes me in, naked and on display, the more I want to fidget and get started. The sound of his zipper lowering is deafening in the moment.

“Are you wet for me, or do we need to get you ready, sweetness?”

My fingers move before he finishes his question, drawing across my skin with the lightest touch. Goosebumps bead up in their aftermath, lighting my skin up like the sky on the Fourth of July. When they reach the apex of my thighs, I can’t help but circle my clit, ripping a needy moan from my throat.

“Tsk tsk. I said check, not play with your clit.”

My fingers halt their assault as much as I want to ignore him and continue. “Sorry, Sir,” I add, hoping to keep the momentum moving. Dipping my fingers to my entrance, I pause before pushing in without any resistance. My pussy’s slick and ready for use.

“Show me.”

I drag them out slowly, the sheen of my arousal coating the digits I hold up toward the camera.

“Always so wet for me, little one. That shameless cunt of yours doesn’t even need me to be in the same room. Grab the toy and turn it on.”

I reach out quickly across the mattress until my fingers fold around the smooth material. Harkin’s chuckle meets my ears, and I whip my head around, throwing daggers in the computer’s direction.

“Don’t start. You’ll regret it,” he warns as the toy vibrates to life in my hand, causing me to drop it in my lap.

Fuck, that was intense.

“Lay back, sweetness, put it on your clit for me.”

I don’t hesitate, ready to feel the quick, euphoric orgasm from the stimulation. Before placing it where he asked, I suck the toy into my mouth, over-exaggerating its slow removal, no doubt looking like a porn star written for men’s consumption. His needy groan confirms it had my desired effect. Teasing him is a new high for me, not one I usually explore when he’s physically here. I add it to my mental checklist to try more often.

I let the toy circle my hard nipple on the left side, then the right, where it vibrates against my taut skin. The reminder has me moving it straight to my clit, but it powers off. The whimper it pulls from my throat voices my annoyance.

“Not so nice, is it?”

Touché. I think to myself, but the only thing he sees is the eye roll that accompanies it.

The toy roars to life, likely on the highest setting. I jerk it away from my body. It’s too much all at once.

“Put it back right now.”

His stern tone is a warning that things will get worse if I don’t listen. Overthrowing my better judgment, I do, and sigh in relief when the vibration slows the moment it connects with my clit. Instead of the instant overstimulation I was bracing for, my body hums in pleasure instead.

I let the crescendo of bliss build in my bloodstream. My body writhes against the small toy, searching for more friction.

“More. Please!” But the toy doesn’t accelerate. “Sir.”

He waits for a beat, letting me drown in my desperate frustration. The toy stops altogether, and I shoot up from my relaxed position, eyes connecting with his mirth-filled ones on the screen.

“Remember your place, little one. I might be across the country now, but I’ll be back tomorrow. Now, be the good little slut I know you are. Lay back and listen.”

My gut reaction is to throw a vicious fuck you in his direction and slam the computer shut before taking control of my pleasure, and it wars inside my head with the small voice that knows better. The one Harkin spent months molding with every ounce of attentiveness to my needs. I hijack my instinct to fight back and draw in a deep breath, relaxing back into the mattress.

“Sweetness, are you with me?” he checks in, and I could kiss him for it if he were here.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Time to use the toy. Slide the wide end into that wet pussy for me. Make sure the top fits perfectly against your clit. No cheating this time.”

I listen, adjusting to the sensation of the ridged toy. It’s nothing compared to the girth I’m used to with his cock. If anything, it leaves me wanting more. I’m about to tell him just that when the vibrations start. It’s slow at first, but the steady hum brings my attention south. My hips rotate, searching for friction that doesn’t quite scratch my itch.

“More?”

“So much more, Sir.”

“Aww, is my girl not used to such small things shoved deep in her tight, warm cunt. Are you desperate for more, my dirty little slut?”

“Fuck, Sir. Please. It’s not enough.” The whine in my tone would be embarrassing if it were anyone but Harkin on the other side of the screen and I wasn’t frantic to finally come.

“Keep begging, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

The sound of him spitting into the mic pulls my eyes to the computer. I catch the last drip from his lips as it disappears below the edge of his desk. Desire pools at my center, knowing his hard cock is just out of sight. He catches me watching and shoves his chair back just enough to reveal the crown. His thumb glides across the tip through a glistening mixture of spit and pre-cum.

My pussy clenches against the toy, reminding me of its existence and the lack of fullness it’s providing. “Sir, I need more. I’m not—Please, I’m not full enough.”

As the plea falls from my lips, his hand starts pumping his hard cock. Twisting and squeezing tight, just as I’d do to bring him the pleasure he craves when I’m wrapped around him.

“Shove two fingers in your needy cunt, then. Fill it full, and I’ll make you come.”

I don’t wait, frantic with a craving to feel the weightlessness that takes over moments before it all comes crashing down. The vibrations from the toy increase against my clit and fingers. My body bows against the mattress, and whimpers escape between my lips. Nonsensical muttering fills the empty room as I try to beg for more, but the delirium takes over.

“Come for me, little one. Drench your hand and scream my name.”

His command pushes me to the edge, and my efforts send me tumbling from it into a freefall I blissfully embrace. The toy draws out the experience, and my body caves in, searching for a finish line that doesn’t seem close enough. I hear his muted roar as he joins me on the other side. My brain and body are too relaxed to enjoy the view.

Whimpering a plea for him to turn off the toy I could easily remove but don’t dare touch, he takes pity on me. But only after sending one last violent shock through my system.

“You did so good for me, little one. You can remove the toy now. Make sure you wash it before you fall asleep.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply dazedly.

“I—” he cuts himself off and restarts, “I can’t wait to be back home with you. Sleep well, sweetness. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The video chat closes before I can respond, not that I could vocalize much of a response in my current state. I do as he said and clean up before I crawl back into bed. My eyes close, and I drift off as soon as my head hits the pillow.