Page 110 of Sorrow & Strangers

Chapter Fifty-Four

Summer

Unknown

Good girl.

His message comes through seconds after I reach my own disappointing orgasm, taunting me, the screen of my phone casting the only light in the room. I thought he had stopped watching, assumed that he had looked away when I had pretended to go to sleep, but the lie curls in my stomach. I close my eyes, trying to force myself to believe it, to believe that it hadn’t turned me on to feel his eyes on me, knowing what he must be doing at the same time.

My lips tingle, and I know that he’s painted them again with his cum.

Summer

Stop.

I won’t take it. I won’t succumb to him. My tongue slides along my bottom lip, and my eyes roll from the taste.

Unknown

Stop liking it, then.

As I am trying to decide how to respond, he sends me a video. I hesitate, knowing I am not going to like whatever it is, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I click on it. I watch as I touch my dripping cunt and moan his name. The second clip comes through, and I don’t even bother to pretend I don’t want to see it. Opening it, there is no denying the pleasure on my face as I lick my lips, savoring the taste of his cum.

I scrub at my lips, trying to wipe away residual traces of his release, but I can still feel it there, still taste him on my tongue.

Unknown

You knew I was watching, and you performed for me. What a good girl.

Summer

I didn’t.

The lies are smothering me.

Unknown

You loved the feeling of my eyes on you as you touched yourself. I bet you’re lying in a puddle of your own arousal.

Summer

You don’t know me.

I want it to be true, but I don’t know how accurate that is anymore.

Unknown

Check for yourself.

I try to ignore him, wanting to disobey, but I can’t. I turn the lamp on and shove the covers down, revealing the damp sheets between my thighs.

Unknown

You checked. My soaking-wet

good girl.

I growl and turn my phone off, shoving it into the bedside drawer. Turning the lamp off again, I flop back onto the bed and pull the covers up to my chin. I lie there in the dark, willing myself to go back to sleep, but now that my attention has been drawn to the damp patch, it is irritating my skin. I am deciding if I want to get up to change the sheet when Alice knocks on the door and pops her head in.