This chapter contains adult content.
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I answer the call, keeping my phone turned away from me so I'm not on camera.
"Hi..." I say, soft, casual. Like I totally didn't just send him that picture to cause problems.
Clay's energy is... not the same. "Oh, come on. Show the angles right. I wanna see you."
I roll my eyes, but listen, lifting my phone to show my face. I try to look annoyed, but my lips keep twitching, fighting a smile.
"I see that. I see you trying to smile." Clay says, low, and it's immediately over. I break into a grin, swearing under my breath.
Clay laughs, looking infinitely more smug. "There's my girl." He says.
I melt, though I refuse to show it. "Fuck off..." I mumble back at him, biting my lip to stifle my expression.
I can hear Clay's mischievous laugh, then he doesn't speak for a moment.
"What?!" I finally ask, feeling flustered.
"Hold still, I'm taking a screenshot." He says, all confidence.
I immediately drop my phone. "Fuck off, Clay." I say, even more flustered.
Clay just laughs. I roll my eyes, still fussing and embarrassed. "Why'd you even call..." I start, though I know exactly why.
"You're kidding right? You knew exactly what was gonna happen when you sent that text." He says, low, and I swallow nervously.
I... I kinda did.
"I dunno what you're talking about..." I start, trying to be coy.
"I'm not playing games right now. Let me see you. Sweep the phone down your body."
My breath hitches, but I listen, heart in my throat. I briefly wish I was wearing something better. I'm just in an oversize graphic tee and shorts. I lift my phone and angle it, going up and down my body, then lifting it back up to my extremely flushed face.
"Take the shirt off." Clay immediately demands.
I fluster for a moment, nervous. "Can I— can I call you back on my laptop I—"
There's a low hum from Clay, then I see him settle back on his couch, eyes half-lidded. "Be quick."
I swallow around my tongue, and hang up the call. I take a second to just sit there and breathe, before I shoot up and do what I need to do.
First things first: finding something better than the plain ass boyshort underwear I have on now. I nearly trip over my feet, shedding my clothes as I walk to my dresser. Standing fully nude, I get to digging.
I settle for something nice— but not too nice. I don't want him to know I changed. I go for a high waist black thong and a matching simple underwire unpadded bra, then put the shirt back on. I'm nervous, but I fully believe it'll pass.
I grab my laptop and open it, almost calling Clay back, but get nervous again. I shoot up and pace. We've literally had sex before but... this is embarrassing. Usually I'm at least covered by Clay's body... but this time...
I realize I'm taking too long.
I shake the thought and swing back up onto my bed. I kneel on the mattress, sitting back on my heels, and set my laptop in front of me. I double check the camera angle, to make sure it's a full shot, then call.
Clay answers almost instantly. "I said quick."
I see that he's also relocated, now in his room, half-propped up by his pillows in his bed.
I lift my hand and nervously chew my nail. "I—I was thirsty so I was getting water, I—"
"Ah— I don't really fucking care. Take your shirt off."
My breath hitches, ache starting low in my stomach. Wordlessly, I lift onto my knees just a bit, then quickly shed my shirt before I can get embarrassed and stop myself.
Clay takes in a sharp inhale at the sight, blinking quickly, and suddenly I'm a lot more comfortable.
"Can—" He starts, breathless. I settle back down on my heels, waiting for him to finish. "God... can you take the bra off next?"
I build my courage. "You take your shirt off first."
I hear Clay hum, then he tilts his head back, gaze hot on me.
"No. You're listening to me right now." He starts, voice low, commanding.
I shift, swallowing nervously as soon as he says it.
"Be a good girl. Take the fucking bra off."
My stomach clenches, heat rolling out across my skin. I wasn't... expecting this energy. I can't help but listen. I watch Clay split into a pleased smile as it comes off. He sighs softly, then just barely readjusts.
"Play with your tits." He demands next.
I let out a barely there moan, and nod. I lift both hands to my chest, lightly grazing my nipples until they peak.
Clay shakes his head. "Pinch them. And I mean really pinch. Make it hurt."
I obey, immediately handling my breasts a lot rougher. I roll my nipples between my fingers, eyes fluttering shut, then pinch. It hurts in the best way, a quiet moan passing my lips.
I hear "Fuck." come from Clay, then the rustling of fabric and a soft exhale.
I go gentle with my hands again, letting my eyes open. "A-are you—" I start, getting embarrassed before I can ask.
Clay hums, shaking his head. "Not quite. I'm still over the clothes. Keep going for me."
I nod, and pinch again with a low whine, shifting nervously. I'm already fucking gone, and I haven't even touched myself. Clay's just melting, liquifying me.
"God you're so fucking pretty down on your knees for me." Clay moans out, low, and I feel myself pulse, clenching on air.
I moan again. "Can— can I touch my—" I start, but get interrupted.
"No. Not until I give you permission."
I let out another moan before I can stop myself, nodding in agreement. I don't know what got into him but... this is....
God this is hot.
There's a moment where we both just breathe, watching each other, tension building, before Clay speaks again.
"You got anything you can fuck yourself with?" He asks.
I laugh nervously, face heating with embarrassment. I do. I have a lot, actually.
"Um— I... yeah... what did you have in mind?" I ask.
"What d'you got?" He asks back.
I swallow around my tongue. I suppose there's no way around it.
"Don't make fun of me for this." I warn, watching Clay's brows furrow in concern.
I lift out of the bed and quickly pad over to the closet. I grab the shoe box I've repurposed into storage for... things... then bring it with me to the bed. I push the laptop out of the way, then climb back in with the box in my lap.
Clay immediately laughs. "A whole fucking box?"
I pout. "I said don't make fun of me..."
Clay's expression immediately softens. "I'm not, I'm not. I'm just surprised baby."
I shrug, still embarrassed. "I got... lonely over quarantine... and very bored of my hand." I explain.
Clay hums, nodding. "Well show me what you've got."
I lift onto my knees, readjusting, then open the box and point it at the camera so we can both see it. I hear Clay take a heavy breath.
"Bottom right?" He asks.
I look down, face immediately hot with embarrassment. Of course he'd see that first. I carefully lift my hand into the box and lift out a pair of chained nipple clamps.
"Listen—" I start, dangling them as Clay immediately splits into a grin.
"Uh-huh. I'm listening." He interrupts.
I nervously huff a laugh. "Look— it was in a set—"
"And what else was in the set?" His voice is teasing.
I smile, shaking my head. "You're a dick." I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. "Um... handcuffs... and..." I hesitate, the rest of it being much more incriminating.
"And?" Clay probes.
"Um... I— it's..." I'm completely flustered, staring down into the box.
"Why don't you just show me." Clay says, voice low.
I make a noise and nod, reaching in. I pull out the rest, one by one. A collar, leash, blindfold, gag, ankle cuffs, and rope come out of the box.
I literally cannot look up at Clay.
There's a moment of tense silence, then. "Your ass better bring that fucking box when you come up." He says, followed by a ragged exhale. "That dress in the picture too."
I finally look up, and see Clay looking intense, face flushed red. I nod, a confirmation.
"Christ—uh. You can— just put it away for now, though." He starts, sounding flustered himself. "I just— just pick something you can fuck yourself with— I can't handle looking through that whole box. I'm boutta— lose my fucking mind that I'm not there."
He's rambling, stuttering.
I smile, soft, beyond pleased I can have that effect on him. I swallow my nerves and collect everything back into the box and pick the first cock I see, firm, clear, plastic, and hold it up.
"How's this?" I ask, shaking it like it's not about to go inside of me.
Clay laughs. "Yeah. It's perfect." He takes a small pause, looking at me with a heated stare. "Set it aside and take your panties off."
My breath hitches as the mood switches back to serious. I close the box and drop it to the floor, then lay down, propped up, with my laptop between my legs. I arch, lifting my hips, and slide my panties down and off. Embarrassed, I keep my knees pressed together, legs closed tight.
He shakes his head. "Spread your fucking legs. Let me see."
I swallow my nerves, and let my legs relax, lifting my knees until I'm spread on display. I have to keep my hands curled at my chest so they don't instinctively dart down to cover myself.
God, this is embarrassing.
"You can touch yourself." Clay says, low.
I whine and nod, dragging a hand along my body until it's between my legs. My fingers twitch in hesitation, but I steel myself, pushing my fingers forward to slide through my slick.
I'm not... surprised to find I'm already wet.
"Good girl." He says, nearly a purr.
I let out a breathy moan, slowly circling my clit, awaiting Clay's instructions. I unfocus for a moment, eyes fluttering, hips rolling, losing myself in the sensation.
I'm brought back by the soft rustling of fabric, and a moan from Clay that I match. I blink my eyes open and see the camera angle on Clay has changed. Instead of his face, it's now his bare chest, down. I see his sweats pushed down his thighs, and his hard, flushed cock getting slowly pumped by his hand.
I makes me clench on air, desperate to be filled by him.
"Tell me how it feels, baby." Clay mumbles out, and my heart jumps. He's absurdly close to the mic, and it's picking up every little noise he's making.
I let out a soft moan in return, watching him jack off to me. "It's good..." I pause for a moment. "But you feel so much better..." I follow with a sigh.
Clay laughs, low and deep. There's something... predatory in it. "I know baby. I'll make you feel good soon." I see him pause to squeeze his cock, moaning. "Hands off your clit. Let me see you finger yourself." He demands.
I nearly mewl, heart in my throat as I listen, dropping my hand lower to push two fingers inside of myself. It feels good— but it's not enough. I whine.
"I can't— it's not deep enough—" I make a noise of frustration. "I wish you were here, fucking me, so bad, daddy I can't—"
I'm interrupted by a frustrated moan from Clay that makes me throb on my too-small fingers.
"The fucking things I'm going to do the second I get my hands on you—" Clay says, low, dangerous.
The depth and severity of his voice have me moaning again, heat and embarrassment flooding my face. I can't believe he's getting me to submit and beg him to fuck me over a video chat.
I drop my other hand to move on my clit, fingers tensing, heat building low in my abdomen. I'm close just from this.
"Hands off." Clay demands, and my hands retract before I can even think. I whine, bucking my hips into the air at the loss of sensation.
He laughs, low. "I want to watch you fuck yourself on that plastic cock, since your fingers aren't getting deep enough for you." He says.
I fluster for a moment, heart in my throat.
"Can— can I please cum first— I'm so close—" I moan out, brain fuzzed over with heat. Clay hums, considering it, hand on his cock paused.
I keep talking, nervous. "It'll be easier to get the cock in if I—"
Clay interrupts. "Fine. Spread yourself open. Let me see you cum."
I gasp a moan, dropping both hands back down between my legs. I use one hand to hold my pussy spread, the other rapidly pleasuring my clit to chase my climax.
It takes no time at all, experience letting me do it exactly the way I like. I kick out on the mattress, moaning Clay's name, then arch, shivering into my orgasm. I keep my fingers steady on my clit, grinding though the sensitivity, moaning desperately.
It feels... absurdly fucking good. It's been since Clay last fucked me that I came, I realize. As soon as it becomes too much, I melt into the mattress, pulling my hand back, panting and moaning. I keep my other hand between my legs, holding myself spread for him, feeling myself pulse and flutter on nothing.
Clay's voice is immediate, fuck-rough. "Your little pussy is so fucking desperate to get filled." I see his hand drag up his cock with a low grunt. "I can see it, begging for my cock."
I whine for the words, not quite able to speak yet. He's right though, it's all I can think about, him fucking me.
"Sit up." He demands. I let out a mewled moan, still feeling like liquid, unrecovered from my orgasm, not moving.
"I said get up. You're going to ride that plastic dick like it can cum for you." His voice is low, unforgiving.
I whine again. "Just— just a moment please I—"
Clay interrupts me. "I don't care. Get up and fuck yourself for me."
I moan, completely gone, but listen, dragging myself back up to a kneeling position.
"There's my obedient little whore."
I feel my stomach flutter. This side of Clay is... is driving me crazy.
"Yes sir." I moan, eyes half-lidded, adjusting to line the plastic cock up between my legs.
I hold the base of it steady, then sink down on it. I immediately exhale in relief. The stretch is good— but still nothing compared to the way the real thing feels.
I start to move on the cock, riding it, despite the way my thighs tremble in sensitivity. Moans drip from my mouth, near constant. It's... almost too much, but I know I can do it for him.
"You're such a good girl..." Clay moans out, and it's suddenly so worth it.
I steady myself, and start bouncing, riding the cock as hard as I can, entire body trembling with over-sensitivity.
"God—" Clay lets out a desperate moan, and I barely open my eyes enough to see his hips lift, fucking himself into his hand.
"I bet you'd feel so fucking good on my cock right now. So fucking tight, clenching down. With that pretty little face you're making—" He moans again, breathy.
I nearly whimper, rolling my hips to ride the plastic with as much fervor as I can. His words have me tipped back into building pleasure, throbbing on the cock inside of me, wishing it was his.
"Talk to me, baby." Clay says, breathy, and I realize I've been dead silent other than my moans.
"It's— I can't fucking wait to see you again I—" I moan again, adjusting my hips so the angle hits me just right.
"I can't stop thinking about it—" I whimper, watching the way Clay's cock slightly jerks with my voice. I have to close my eyes, flush burning my face.
I swallow another moan, trying to find my voice again. I'm suddenly moving my hips to chase another orgasm.
"It's gonna be torture to drive up— knowing it's only those two hours before I'll be fucked again." I sigh out.
Clay immediately moans, and I see his arm tense with restraint, staving off his pleasure so we can go longer. I'm not as controlled. I let myself move wildly, slamming myself up and down on the cock until I crest over into another orgasm, moaning his name.
My hips stutter to a stop as I cum, and I nearly double over, dropping a hand to my mattress to support myself, rocking my hips.
I feel myself throbbing, desperate, still unsatisfied.
Clay makes a pleased noise that gets my attention as I keep myself supported, trembling, dragging myself through my orgasm.
"You're such a sensitive girl..." He starts, voice lower, more tender. "You cum so easy."
I whine, lifting my hips, dragging the plastic cock out of me. I drop it to the mattress and melt, folding back into my half-propped laying position. My hand immediately goes back between my legs, gently circling my clit as I watch Clay keep slowly jerking his cock.
"I don't, really..." I sigh out, hiding my face in my shoulder. "It's— i-it's..." I lower my lashes, worrying my lower lip. "I'm only like this with you. You make me so fucking—" I sigh, finding a rhythm with my fingers, each pass only making my legs slightly jerk.
Clay lets out a huffed laugh, low and pleased. "I want to watch you cum one more time for me, baby." He says, pitching his voice low.
My stomach flutters, and I nod, head cast back in my pillows. I steady myself and speed my fingers up, despite the way it makes me jerk in oversensitivity.
Clay laughs again. "Christ. Look at you. You'll do anything for me if I ask, huh?"
I whine, nodding, barely keeping my eyes open to watch him moving his hand on his cock.
"That's my good girl." Clay mumbles out, breathy, and it's all it takes.
I cum with a strangled moan, entire body arched, pulled tight. It finally feels like enough as I pulse and whimper. I hear a slew of moans come from Clay, then a bitten out "Fuck."
I barely flutter my eyes open in time to see him squeeze himself, cumming in a stripe up his stomach. I moan, watching his hips rock his cock into his hand, breathy, desperate moans falling from his mouth.
I finally retract my hand, then curl up, feeling as good as liquid.
We both spend a moment in silence, just breathing, before Clay finally speaks.
"I'm gonna clean this up and call you back, yeah?" He says, voice rough and quiet.
I manage a nod, slowly blinking.
The second he hangs up I force myself to sit up, putting the sex toy back in my box, shutting my laptop, and pulling my shirt back on. I don't even bother to try getting out of bed, knowing the way my thighs are trembling will make the attempt unsuccessful.
I'm already wrapped up under a blanket in my bed when my phone buzzes with an incoming FaceTime. I answer it, fuzzy and soft.
"Hi." I say, nearly a whisper.
Clay immediately laughs. "Wow. Came so hard you're going to bed?" He asks, teasing.
I blink slowly, then nod. "Well, what are you gonna do?" I ask.
He furrows his brow at me. "What else? I'm coding."
I snort a laugh, feeling myself melt. "Yay!" I mumble out. "I missed your voice so much." I continue, able to admit it because I'm loopy from cumming my brains out.
"Yeah?" Clay asks, looking soft, surprised. "I missed yours too." He says, and it almost sounds like an admission.
I giggle. We have a moment of shared silence, only filled with the tap of Clay's keyboard, before I finally collect myself enough to stay awake and interrogate him— at least a little.
"So you were certainly in a mood today..." I start, coy. "Mister you can't touch yourself until I give you permission." I say watching his reaction.
Clay immediately ducks his head, cheeks going red. He speaks contrastingly confidently.
"I dunno. Seems like you liked it, huh?" He says right back.
I laugh again. He's... totally right. Shit had me... gone.
"You know I did, daddy— wait—" I start, but suddenly remember something. "You said you'd take the BDSM test!"
Clay just hums, looking non-plussed. "Oh did I?"
I pout. "You did! In the car!" I pitch my voice quieter, softer. "C'mon... I'm really curious now, after... all of... that..."
Clay sighs, looking at my pout, then rolls his eyes. "Fine. Drop the link. I'll take it real quick. Just for you."
I break into a grin, stomach buzzing with excitement, and send him the link.
I hear a few clicks, then see him lean in toward his PC, reading with his chin in his hand.
I patiently wait, hearing a few rapid fire clicks as Clay checks off questions. Then there's a pause. He turns and looks straight at me, and blinks.
"I enjoy being used as a urinal." He quotes. He continues to blink at me, looking concerned.
"Go ahead and check strong agree, pissbaby." I say, teasing.
Clay rolls his eyes, and goes back to clicking. There's only a few more minutes before he speaks.
"Okay. Done." He says.
I feel my heart thump, excitement building.
"Send a screenshot!" I chirp, suddenly very awake.
Clay laughs, shaking his head, but my phone dings. I open up his results and—
Oh.
Oh my god.
Degrader 100%
Brat Tamer 99%
Rigger 99%
Sadist 98%
Dominant 95%
My eyes drop to the bottom of the list and I smile.
"It's the 0% non-monogamist for me." I say.
Clay immediately laughs. "I understand that one. What the fuck is the rest of this?" He asks.
I look at the list. "It says you want to call me a whore, tell me to behave, tie my hands to the bed frame, then make me cry and beg for you to fuck me."
Clay blinks, brow furrowing. "I guess. Do we really need a quiz to know that?" He asks, then huffs a laugh.
I hesitate for a moment. "I mean... that was me joking around. Do you want me to be serious?" I say, breathy.
He shrugs, brows still knit together.
"Would you want, like... I dunno..."
I hesitate for a moment, swallowing my nerves.
"Would you being interested in like... tying my hands behind my back and doing whatever you fucking want to me, while I just lay there and take it? Every time I get too loud you could like... choke me or shut me up with something else in my mouth— I want you to get rough with me." I finally say, embarrassed.
Clay's expression is lax, surprised. "You'd be into that?" He asks, voice softer than expected.
I swallow, nervous. "Yes."
Clay immediately cracks into a grin, shaking his head. "I'm about to get real disrespectful when I see you again." He says.
It's enough that I burst into laughter, letting the tension melt. There's another moment of silence where we both stare at each other, both with stupid grins, before Clay breaks it again.
"But imagine this, I tie your arms above your head and I eat you out and don't let you stop cumming until you cry, and then I finally fuck you like that." He says, voice low.
I feel my heart thump, heat building in my stomach again. "Y-yeah..." I sigh out, breathy.
Clay looks at me, brows raising. I see him pause in consideration, slowly dragging his tongue along his lower lip, before he nods, grabbing his phone and standing back up.
"Take your shirt back off. I don't think we're done." He says, a demand.
My breath hitches, heat blooming on my cheeks.
"Yes sir."