Page 20 of Smoke

YES YOU FUCKING CAN. AND YOU WILL!

My breath hitches in response. What is it about messages in all caps that trigger instant anxiety? Am I’m gonna have to kill him too? Because I don’t think he’s going to stop. Fuck.

Whatever, Kane. Are we done for today? I got a packed bar right now.

Not so fast, Cherry pie. You owe me a pic. A special one for making me wait all fucking night. This time I want to see two fingers in your pussy. Get them in nice and deep.

I wince as I read it. I hate when he fucking calls me that. It makes me feel cheap and trashy. I look around the bar again to make sure everyone’s good.

“I gotta go to the lady’s room, Marv. Keep an eye out for me?”

He nods. “You know I got you, sweetheart.”

I opt to go upstairs to my apartment instead of using the public restroom down in the bar. I need to make sure I have total privacy for this.

I’m waiting like a chump here, Cherry.

Hold on. I told you my bar is packed. Give me a minute.

I lock the door behind me and rush to my bedroom. The disdain I have for him rises as I take off my jeans and panties. If Hawk knew about any of this, he’d kill me and Kane. He’d take care of it like he always does. But I’ve already asked him for too much. I can’t keep running to him every time I fuck up. No. This is my mess to clean up.

I spread my legs and thrust two fingers inside my pussy. As I’m about to snap the pic, another text from him pops up.

You know what? Scratch that. Send me a video of you fingering yourself.

My stomach drops.

What the fuck, Kane? I gotta get back to work. This is going too far.

Do it right fucking now. Fifteen seconds. In and out, baby.

Fuck me. I don’t have time for this. I angle the phone between my legs and press record. I thrust my fingers deep inside, then pull them out slowly before thrusting back in. I do this like I’m on autopilot and count the seconds down in my head.

But as I get closer to hitting his time minimum, an orgasm starts to crest. I can’t help it. Every time I touch myself, I think of Hawk. I imagine I’m recording this for him.

Fuck. I know how to get myself off better than anyone. I’ve been practicing for years. I forget about the video and pump harder, my juices sloshing down my thighs as I ride my fingers. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I will not let him hear me enjoy this. Fuck that.

My legs shake as I hit that sweet spot deep inside. Oh, fuck. I clench around my fingers and roll my hips. As my cum drips down my hand, I remember the fucking phone and hit stop on the recording.

Fuck you, Kane.

I attach the video and hit send.

In the time it takes me to wash my hands and put my clothes back on, he’s watched it.

Holy shit, Cherry. You outdid yourself. This is gonna have to be our new thing now. At least until I get you to perform for me live.

I shudder. No fucking way. Never. The last time I let him fuck me was last year. He strangled me so bad I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was going to die. That’s when I told him no more. And that’s when he decided to start blackmailing me.

I like a little rough housing during sex, but with him it was brutal. There’s no way I’m doing it again.

Not going to happen, Kane. This is all you get.

Oh, you’ll give me whatever I ask for. Just like you always do. Because you’re a fucking slut. And if you don’t, I’ll send these to your daddy and to your big brother. Yeah, I bet he’d get off on it. Sick fucking weirdo.

He’s my stepbrother, Kane. And I swear if you send anyone this video, you’ll regret it.

Nah, I don’t think I will regret it. You better lock your doors, Cherry pie. Next time you come home, I might just be waiting.