Page 133 of Please Hate Me

“We’ll see.”

As if on cue, Cameron walked in, pushing Mason’s tiny silhouette through the darkness. When they stopped in front of the mound of lights, I noticed that one of them had wrapped my fucktoy in a pretty little package. From what I could see, the babydoll lingerie she wore was mostly white mesh with a thin fuzzy trim along the bottom. Her hair was down, the inky color standing stark against the pure white garment.

She looked like an angel, and my dick hardened as I imagined all the ways I could make her cry my name. I wanted her on this chair, wrapping her legs around the back while she bounced on my dick… My attention shot to her stomach. Would that even work right now?

Oh, fuck it. My fantasies didn’t need to be realistic.

“Do you have the thing?” Sophia called.

My rampant sexual ideation immediately halted at Sophia’s question.

“Yup.”

Cameron reached into his back pocket. I froze, my mind racing once more. What could thethingbe? Maybe a whip? That’dbe exciting, but there was no way Sophia had something fun planned. God, if she made me wear that fucking dog collar again, I was going to throw a fit.

Cameron’s hand slowly emerged, holding a long, cylindrical object. At first I was confused, but as the glow from the twinkle lights began to illuminate the translucent silicone, I wanted to stomp my foot and groan.

The only thing worse than not having sex was finishing in a loose pocket pussy. But, if I acted like I wasn’t excited about using the literal bane of my sexual existence, that would show Sophia her half-assed attempt at punishment was actually getting to me. My goal was to get her to smack my ass one day—no one in this house had the balls to leave me black and blue. Maybe if they did, I’d stop running my mouth.

He tossed the torture device to Sophia, who caught it with ease. Up close, I could see a small bottle of lube poking out of the pussy’s mouth. Sophia pulled up a chair and sat next to me, crossing her ankles underneath her as if she were in a goddamn business meeting. A chill ran down my spine as she flipped open the lube and squeezed the sides of the pussy, dripping frigid goo onto my tip. I closed my eyes, reminding myself that this was fine. At least she was going to let me finish this time, and not just make me watch.

I only opened my eyes when the feeling of cool, slick silicone enveloped my dick. Cameron’s earlier teasing had left me sensitive, but I hadn’t even noticed until Sophia slowly began stroking my cock. A low hiss escaped my chest as she found her rhythm.

Across the room, Mason’s eyes were pinned directly on me, and her full lips were quirked into a half smile. If my fucktoy was enjoying this, I could put on a fucking show for her. At least it’d give me a way to entertain myself.

I forced myself to choke on a deep breath.

“S-stop,” I sputtered, “I don’t want to cum because of that thing.”

Mason bit her lower lip as Sophia stopped, inching toward my ear again. “If you want me to stop, you’ll call trust. Let Mason see what a wimp you are and tap out.”

Heat coursed through my chest, and I grunted in response. I’d never tap out, not even if she nailed me to a cross.

Sophia called out, “I want you two to play amongst yourselves.”

And that was all it took for Cameron to snatch Mason into his arms.

She looked so small against him, but somehow, she fit perfectly into his arms. Her hair hung free as he cradled her bridal-style. In the low light, her tattooed arms disappeared as she wound them around his neck. Watching their passionate kiss, I wasn’t even sure who to be envious of. On the one hand,Iwanted to be the one kissing Mason. But on the other hand, I’d kill to be on the receiving end of Cam’s lips—the sounds escaping Mason’s throat were completely unreal. Soft sighs and borderline moans, all while she tangled her hands in Cameron’s coarse ginger hair.

Was she playing it up to tease me? Or did she actually enjoy Cameron that much? How much did she enjoyme?

Sophia tightened her grip and slowed her stroke as Cameron sunk to his knees. Mason remained in his arms as her long, silky hair flowed into a dark pool on the floor. He gingerly laid her directly on the hardwood. I wanted to snap at him—theleasthe could do was lay down a blanket for her.

I choked on hiccup-like breaths as Cameron grabbed the Christmas lights, causing shadows to swirl across his face.

“Sweetpea, can you remind me of our safe word? Just in case.”

It should have beenmetalking to her like that.

“Trust.” Her breathy murmur was sweet, causing Cameron to smile as he carefully uncoiled the strand of lights like a rope.

Mason bent her knees as Cameron slowly wound the improvised restraints around one of her thighs, tight enough to cause the soft skin to bulge against the strand. Mason and I had been working on her eating habits for three weeks now, and to say she was improving would be a drastic understatement.

She was short, which made her progress that much more evident. Even if the changes were slight, I could tell that her hips were wider, her chest was fuller, and even her cheeks were a little less sunken. Laying just out of reach, wrapped in twinkling stars, she was absolutely stunning.

Mason arched her back as Cameron wrapped the lights around her bump, careful not to place any directly on her stomach. Next, he softly draped them over her shoulders, crossing them over her chest and tightening them beneath her breasts. Once he was finished, Mason basked in a heavenly glow, painting her as the center of our universe. We revolved around her; a fact I had refused to acknowledge since the moment she stepped back into our lives.

Slowly, he pulled the matching panties down, but the lights around her leg stopped him from removing them entirely. He took time placing the head of his cock at her entrance before plunging in.

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