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“Lunch time, we will talk then.”
“Fine,” I reply through gritted teeth.
“Get some sleep.”
“Night Daddy,” I reply as I end the call. I finish getting my night clothes on. I’m just walking back into my room when the phone rings again.
“If you are phoning to shout at me too, I’m tired and don’t want to hear it,” I snap as I climb into bed.
“So you are drunk then?” Jason chuckles.
“I’m not even that drunk, and if I was before I’m not now everyone keeps shouting at me,” I sulk. I pull the covers over me and sigh. “I know I can be irresponsible at times, but I’m twenty years old and should have the chance to act it occasionally. I’m sure you and the twins all got drunk once or twice at my age,” I point out as I look at the camera, and I know the others are all looking at it too.
“I agree with you Jazzy. I’m only now looking at the cameras. I set out rules and trust that you followed them.”
“I did, I even came home early,” I pout wishing the others had been as calm as Jason is.
“I know. I wasn’t calling to have a go at you. I wanted to know if you had a good night?”
“I did thank you,” I sigh looking up at the ceiling. “I hate you all being away at the same time,” I moan placing my hand on my stomach.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’m horny and no one’s here to help me out,” I whine as I let my hand drift a little further down.
“Where is that hand heading, Angel? I hope you aren’t attempting to touch yourself. You know the rules.”
“But none of you are here to help me so the rules shouldn’t count. I’m really horny.”
“Go to sleep Jazzy. I will be home in the morning before everyone else and I promise to take care of all your needs,” Jason growls down the phone but I need something right now. “Show me your hands Jazzy.”
I sigh pulling my hand out from under the covers and waving it at the camera.
“I’ll be watching, angel.” I hear the call end and sigh as I place my phone on to the bedside cabinet to charge. It’s not fair, they all have a go at me for being a normal girl my age, and then they are all away the same night and I can’t even touch myself to relieve the pent-up sexual frustration in my stomach and aching core.
I look back to where I know the camera is and turn my back to it. With the lights off they shouldn’t be able to see what I’m doing anyway. I pull the bed covers up to my neck and try to appear like I’m curling up to go to sleep. If I leave it for a few minutes, they should all have turned their attention to something else and no longer be watching the camera. Would security be checking them? Who cares if they are. They should know better than to watch me.
I count off five minutes in my head and then let my hand wander down until my fingers come in contact with my aching clit. I close my eyes and imagine the guys watching me as I rub myself, starting slowly at first and then getting fasts as the pleasure builds. I move so I can slide my fingers into myself and find that spot the guys rub against each and every time. The problem is I’ve never been one to masturbate, before the guys it was very rare I even thought about sex. On the rare occasions I would, it would be the O’Reilly brothers I pictured touching me, licking me, and doing unthinkable things to me. That’s why it was so easy for me to give them my virginity, I never wanted anyone else to take it but them.
I think back to the first time the five of us came together in this bed. How their hands and lips were everywhere, how Christian felt as he slid into me for the first time. I’m a ballet dancer, my hymen probably broke years ago just from all the stretching I do, but there was still that distinct feeling of pain as he entered me. That may be because I was so tight, or maybe because of the sheer size of him, but soon he felt so good sliding in and out of me.
The more I think about that first time the more pleasure I manage to give myself. My fingers are moving faster in and out of me as a moan slips past my lips. If I hold my hand just right my palm presses against my clit, quickly causing me to moan again a little louder as I cum all over my own hand.
I keep it moving trying to release as much frustration as possible, but as good as it is, it’s nothing compared to how any of the guys make me feel. I sigh as I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to clean myself. The guys tend to do this part for me. After sex they always clean me with a damp flannel or shower with me, making me feel even more cared for than anyone ever has.
As soon as I finish cleaning myself up, I head to the bedroom and fall into bed, feeling relaxed enough to sleep. But just before I do I see my phone flashing, signalling a message. I quickly open it and curse to myself.
Jason: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
5
Jason
I sit in the chair by the side of Jasmine’s bed and watch her sleep. A whiskey in one hand and my loose tie in the other. It’s three in the morning and she has no idea I’m here.
It was late by the time I finished my business there and I decided to stay over for one last night and head back after a few hours of sleep. That all changed once I hung up the phone. I planned on coming home and helping Jasmine to relieve some of that pent-up frustration before the others came home. I was already in the car when I watched my Jazzy pleasuring herself even though I told her not to. We have set rules for her to follow, one of the main ones being that she can’t touch herself without our say-so, but our little brat ignored that rule tonight and now I have to decide how I want to teach her a lesson.
Jasmine moans in her sleep as she rolls onto her back and puts her hands above her head. Bingo. I stand and place my glass gently on the bedside cabinet before walking around to her side of the bed. Whilst her hands are still raised, I make short work of tying them to the headboard. It isn’t until I test the strength of the binding that she wakes up.
