I've finished my homework for the night and am bored at home alone. I try putting on a cooking show to zone out, but I can't get into it. My mind keeps wandering back to Hayden and his comment from the other night about sending him a video. I've never filmed or photographed myself doing anything risque, but I want to try it. We hadn't discussed sending anything past flirty texts before, either. Would he like it if I did? He had sounded excited at the thought. I dig my clit sucker out of my drawer and bite my lip thinking about it. I jump from my bed and set up my phone camera before I can lose confidence.
I set my pillows up on the bed, hoping I get the angle right so he can get a good view that hopefully looks flattering. I smooth the blanket out and lay down, spreading my legs wide while looking at the camera. Do I say something? What do I say? I bite my lip, decide to stay quiet, and just let him watch what I'm doing instead.
I position the head of the clit sucker and start the lowest setting, thinking of the way Hayden starts slow and soft, teasing me before applying more pressure. I try to keep my eyes on the camera, pretending it's Hayden standing and watching me, and the thought excites me more than I expect. I'm already panting and can feel myself growing wet. I trail my other hand over my thighs and then up to cup my breasts. I tweak my nipple like Hayden does and let out a moan. Images of Hayden standing at the end of my bed stroking his dick as he watches me play with myself compete with images of Hayden crawling over top of me and running his hands over me, and I don't know what I want more.
My eyes flutter closed as I up the setting, and I think I should be embarrassed by how loud the toy is, but it feels too good to stop, and I can feel myself building fast. I squirm on the bed and put the sucker on the highest setting. "Oh, fuck!" I throw my head back as my orgasm slams into me. I'm glad I have the apartment to myself because Hayden's right. I suck at being quiet. I keep the sucker attached to my clit and ride it out until my legs stop shaking. The release feels good, but I also feel empty and want more. I'm panting as I climb to the end of my bed and shut off the video. I cut out the parts of me setting up the bed and crawling at the end before sending it to Hayden with a warning that it's not safe for work.
I hear a door slam, followed by feet stomping down the hallway, and I crawl into the corner of my bed, hating that I've been caught. My door gets thrown open, and I scream, throwing the covers over me. "Jesus Christ, Dot!" Hayden growls and slams my door shut behind him.
"I'm sorry." I squeak. Oh, god, maybe he didn't want a video. Maybe it was all just sexy talk.
He grabs my ankle and yanks me toward him. I yelp as he crushes his lips to mine. "Like I'm not already obsessed with you." He bites my neck. I gasp at the pain. He stands up abruptly and yanks his shirt over his head, and I find myself floundering to cover myself again. He grabs my hands and removes them from my body. "Where's the toy?"
"What?" I push myself onto my elbows. "You just-"
"I just had to listen to you pleasure yourself and then got sent a short video of the action, and it's not enough." He cuts me off, shoving his pants down and crawling back over me. "Now you're going to play with yourself again, only this time I'm going to be buried deep inside you." He finds the toy tangled in the covers and presses it into my hand.
