Page 49 of Sinful Lord

Every second is intense beyond belief. My eyes are clamped shut in concentration.

Slowly, but surely, I slip the giant, lubed mass deeper and deeper. It will only go so far.

A gasp escapes my lips. The pressure in my core is starting to burn. I focus on that pressure as the pain increases and the pleasure expands.

Then, I’m snapped awake.

My phone pings from nearby.

Another message.

My eyelids gradually flutter open. My neck turns and my lazy gaze floats over to the bedside table.

The phone screen is lit up, but I can’t see what’s on it—not that it matters. Only one person has been contacting me.

Tytus.

It has to be him. I need it to be him.

Keeping the dildo wrapped securely in one hand, I use my other to reach out for the phone.

“… What do you have for me this time?” I whisper, nearly quivering with barely restrained anticipation.

Sure enough, the email is from the same anonymous address as before, but this message isn’t entirely the same as the rest.

There’s no subject line. In fact, there are no words at all. Just an attachment.

A video attachment.

My grip around the rubber cock goes limp.

Instantly, I know this won’t be another beautiful photograph of the Berlin skyline.

This is going to be something more intense.

Is Tytus ready to reveal himself to me?

My teeth sink deeper into my lower lip. My fluttering heart starts to race. My outstretched hole pulses around the bulging prosthetic I’m convinced is a replica of his cock.

“Show me more,” I croak. With surprising desperation, I drop the dildo and flip over. My shut laptop is on top of my other bedside table. I rip it open and go straight to my emails.

But before I open up the attachment, I prepare myself. Whatever this is, it's not going to be something I'm used to seeing.

Tytus wants to push me.

Well, I want him to.

I click on the video.

For a moment, I’m left in a state of suspended anticipation as the video preview loads on the screen. But the second the first frame comes into view, I know I’m in for a wild ride.

Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this.

Because the silver-blue eyes I half-expected to greet me are nowhere to be found. Instead, all I see is darkness.

Then, a dim source of light switches on, and I gasp.

“What the…”