Chapter 5

　　Cat's POV

　　I started with light thrusts at first, then deeper, my hips bucking to meet each stroke. The wet squelch filled the room, loud and filthy. My second hand found the vibrator again, cranking it up to my clits.

　　Double stimulation. No mercy.

　　"Oh fuck…Marcus… right there-" My voice dissolved into whimpers. My mind suddenly slipped back again, to Sebastian.

　　The thought of him made my stomach flip even though I hated myself for it. Could mom keep up with his energy? Or maybe she didn't have to try hard. Maybe she rode him slow and deep while he gripped her hips like he owned her.

　　The thought hit me like lightning. My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo.

　　No. Stop. That's wrong.

　　But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian's hands instead of Marcus's, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room.

　　Forbidden. Slick and hot.

　　I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids.

　　"I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I'm gonna squirt thinking about you…"

　　I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

　　"Aaaah…."

　　The orgasm crashed through me like a wave. My back arched off the bed, thighs shaking violently with a gush of my wetness soaking my hand, the dildo, and the sheets.

　　I kept thrusting through it, milking every spasm and moaning brokenly into the camera until I collapsed back, my chest heaving heavily with my skin slick with sweat.

　　The phone kept recording, the red light blinking.

　　I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs.

　　Four days until I see Marcus.

　　I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send.

　　"I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon."

　　Then I flopped back, still leaking.

　　A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts.

　　A part of me wished the chats had won.

　　The ceiling fan was still spinning slowly in lazy circles when my eyelids fluttered open. My body felt heavy, deliciously used, like I've been railed nonstop till I passed out.

　　The sunlight slices through the half opened curtains, hitting directly to the damp spot on the duvet right between my legs. I stretched long and slow, with my arms above my head, my back arching off the mattress. A dull ache settled between the lower part of my belly. My pussy throbbed once, hard like it was reminding me that we weren't done yet.

　　Can't blame me. Three months without real dick can make a girl ovulate daily.

　　I rolled onto my side, my thighs pressing together instinctively. Slickness slid between my folds. Still wet. Still needy. Fuck.

　　Shower first.

　　I needed to wash off last night's mess before creating a new one again.

　　The hot water hit my skin like forgiveness. I stood under the spray, letting it pound on my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach. Soap lather ran down my body slowly.

　　When my hand drifted between my legs, purely to "clean" it obviously; my clit jumped at the first touch. Swollen. Sensitive.

　　I bit my lip and circled once, twice. A soft whimper escaped before I forced my hand away.

　　Not now. Marcus would be home in three days now. I could wait. I had to wait.

　　I stepped out, wrapping myself in a short, transparent silk robe that barely covered my ass, and padded back to the bedroom. The toys were still scattered on the bed like a crime scene evidence. Phone face-down on the pillow. I smiled to myself upon remembering the video. The way I had moaned for him. The way I'd come so hard the lens had fogged up for a second.

　　I flopped onto the bed on my stomach, the robe riding up, and grabbed my phone. A new message lit up the screen.

　　It was Marcus.

　　"Good morning sexy."

　　I tapped it, smiling. The smile faded into confusion.

　　No video. Nothing sent.

　　I swiped to the main chat screen and to my horror, I had sent the video to daddy after all.

　　Not Marcus,

　　But Sebastian.

　　My stomach dropped like I'd missed a step on the stairs.

　　The video thumbnail stared back at me; my legs spread, dildo halfway in, face flush and wrecked. Below it, was my own text.

　　"I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon.

　　And below that, he replied:

　　"I never knew you were this wet for your step daddy."

　　Then a video, 0:52.

　　My thumb hovered, my heart slamming so loud I could feel it in my clit again.

　　I pressed play.

　　The screen filled with Sebastian. Shirtless, in low lighting; probably his study or bedroom after mom went to sleep. Sweat already gleaming on his chest. His hand was wrapped around a thick cock; darker than I'd imagined, veined with the tip flushed dark pink. He stroked himself slowly, from the base to head, twisting a little at the crown the way guys do when they're really worked up.

　　His eyes were locked on the camera like he was staring straight at me.

　　"Fuck, kitten…" his voice was low, rougher than our polite chats. "Look at you. Spreading for me. Calling me daddy while you fuck yourself stupid." A bead of pre-cum welled at his slit; he smeared it down his shaft with his thumb.

　　"This what you needed? This is what that greedy little pussy was crying for?"

　　He sped up just enough to make the wet sounds audible. His abs flexed, his breathing turning ragged.

　　"Should've known… the way you type 'Daddy' with that cheeky little emoji. You've been thinking about it haven't you?" He groaned low in his throat. "Here's a little gift for my hungry kitten."

　　He angled the camera lower, showing me his full length, longer than the dildo I had used; even thicker, then stroked faster. His balls drew up tight. A second later, heavy spurts of cum spilled over his fist, dripping down his knuckles while he kept pumping through it, milking every last drop.

　　The video ended with his cock visibly twitching in his hand.

　　I stared at the frozen frame, unable to breathe.