Page 42 of His Wicked Revenge

Slamming the door behind me, I lock it and take my phone out of my purse. Once the device is in my hand, I sling my bag onto the couch and stalk into my bedroom. Rounding the bed, I go straight for the nightstand and yank open the drawer.

Sitting inside are random things that I’ve just tossed in here, but the main object of my desire stares up at me, begging to be let out. Wrapping my hand around the thick silicone dildo, I toss it onto the bed.

I bought it shortly after returning to Seattle and having my first failed date. If a man wasn’t going to fulfill my needs, then I sure would. Leo was right about that. I’ve always been good at taking care of myself.

And I plan on showing him just how great I am.

Glancing around the room, I search for a place to set up my phone. I want it to have a good angle for where I’ll be lying on the bed. Settling on the window sill, I open the camera and hit record. I slip out of my dress and underwear, then climb onto the mattress.

Making sure the phone is facing directly at me, I spread my legs wide and line the silicone up to my entrance. Teasing myself, I rub the tip up to my clit and then back down to gather up the arousal that has been pooling between my legs since I was on my knees for Leo.

Needing to be filled, I drop the dildo down to my entrance and sink it in. My jaw drops with a gasp, and my back arches off the bed. I don’t ease myself into being comfortable with the thick toy. I shove it all the way in, allowing the pain to mix with the pleasure.

My free hand grips the comforter tightly until my knuckles turn white, and a moan loudly leaves my mouth. I attempt to thrust the toy in and out slowly before giving up. My movements become quicker and rougher as I picture Leo’s face.

The first image is the way he looked at me while I was on my knees for him in the alleyway. That hunger burning behind his eyes, mixed with the way he took control, sets my stomach on fire as I push the silicone deeper.

Memories flood my mind from when we were together in the asylum. All the times he had his way with me in his office. In his bed. In the shower. The first time in the janitor’s closet. How he bound my wrists and wrapped his belt around my face to silence my moans.

I whimper at the memories and keep them focused as I push myself closer to the edge. Leo thrusting in from behind me clouds my vision. Hearing his moans and the dirty ways he would speak to me, feeling the ghost of his rough touch on my hips.

My hips meet every thrust of my hand, my toes curling as I tip over the edge, screaming his name in a chant. The orgasm crashes through me, leaving me breathless because I haven’t had a release like this in a long time.

Sure, I’ve thought about Leo in the past when I touched myself, but having had his cock in my mouth and knowing what I’m about to do makes the release so much better.

I remove the dildo, bringing it up to my face to see it shining with my arousal. Smirking, I tilt my head to the side to find the phone. I stare straight at it with innocent eyes. I open my mouth, gliding my tongue up the toy to lick it clean.

I continue doing this, sucking on the toy seductively until there is no trace of me left. When my legs no longer feel like jelly, I get up from the bed and pick up the phone. I cut the video, making it start with me lying on the bed and ending with the last sensual lick of the toy.

I watch it once all the way through, grinning from ear to ear. Chloe graciously gave me Leo’s number, so I went to my contacts and clicked on his name. Attaching the video to the thread, I type out the message and hit send.

CHAPTER 20

Leo

You were right. I am good at having fun with myself.

I’ve read this message from Veronica more than once, and I’ve watched the video more times than I care to admit.

It was a little after midnight when the text notification went off. I was lying in bed with my eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. The events of the night wouldn’t stop flashing through my mind.

Veronica on her knees for me.

The look on her face when I didn’t step out of the car to follow her to her apartment. I knew tonight wouldn’t be a night that I would actually sleep, and the message that rolled through made it impossible to find that rest.

When I clicked on the video, I had to race to turn the volume down when I opened it. Veronica’s moans filled my dark room, blessing my ears that shouldn’t want to hear those sweet sounds she makes.

The first time I watched it, I was in awe. The second time I watched it, I paid closer attention to her face and to the way her body moved on her bed.

I’ve watched it multiple times because my eyes never knew where they wanted to focus. That beautiful face and the way her mouth opens up, moaning and screaming my name. Or the space between her legs where she thrusts the dildo in and out of her.

The toy isn’t as thick as I am, and I know that even though her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, that silicone wasn’t enough for her. Veronica needs the real thing to satisfy her needs.

At that thought, all the memories of me inside her played like a movie in my head. Then, all the new fantasies that I would play out with her take over.

It was all too much.

My cock was straining against my boxers, but I refused to touch myself to this video. I threw the covers off of me and snuck into the hall, making sure that my father was asleep before I stalked into the bathroom. I had felt like a teenager sneaking around.