Page 77 of The Monster and the Masochist

Would she squirm for me?

What sounds would she make?

I bet I could make her beg.

My monster purred, and I smiled as her response finally came through.

Theo:

I’m already on my knees for you, baby girl.

Jesus Christ.

I groaned and dropped my head back against the headboard.

The thought of a quivering, naked, and pliant Theodora on her knees before me, just waiting to do whatever I told her to do, was going to put me into cardiac arrest.

It’s too much power for someone like you to have, Cassandra.

The rational part of me–which sounded suspiciously like my therapist–was frantically trying to warn me to slow down.

To be careful.

Theodora was not some plaything. I could seriously hurt her if I truly let my monster out, and I didn’t want anyone hurting Theo.

Not even me.

But there was another voice in my head. A much louder voice that was tired of being controlled and contained.

It was the same voice that had told me to slit my mother’s throat when I was thirteen years old.

Claim. Consume. Destroy.

Take her. She’s yours. Yours to own. Yours to use. Yours to lo–

Another text came in, and my breath caught as I realized it was a video.

Holy fuck.

I hit play, settling deeper back into my pillows, my left hand lazily circling the tip of my breast as I watched Theo show me just how desperate she was for me.

The video was shot from chest height, and my mouth watered at the sight of her cut body. All the kick-boxing and martial arts had left her with literal washboard abs–abs you only saw on women in fitness magazines and action movies. But her abs weren’t what was holding my attention.

All I could do was stare as she traced a hand down her taut stomach. I nearly panted as she used her index and ring fingers to spread herself open so she could slowly finger her clit.

I jumped slightly as her raspy voice melted through the speaker of my phone.

“That what you wanted to see, princess?” she asked, her voice breathy and strained. I watched, entranced, as she slowly circled her clit with her middle finger, keeping herself spread open so I could see as much as possible from this angle.

“You wanted to see how wrecked I am for you?” She slid her fingers forward and dipped them inside herself, before pulling them out to show me just how fucking wet she was.

Oh my god.

It was literally clinging to her fingers in a long, clean, shimmering line. My mouth flooded with saliva, and suddenly, I needed to feel her.

The distance between us was too much.

I was almost angry at the fact that there were walls separating us.