Page 112 of For Fillies and Monsters

“You guys are into some really weird shit. You look like a stalker in that?—”

I peek at Dale over my shoulder, and her jaw hangs unhinged, her eyes like giant, glossy marbles in their sockets. I was never sure if Stetson shared that particular detail with Dale, but based on the hamster’s working overtime in her booze-slogged brain, I’m assuming not.

Stetson snatches the picture, and Mateo just chuckles, sinking into the couch opposite in the room. Faith’s eyes ping between Dale and Stetson, and I almost feel bad for her. I, too, hate being on the outside of their jokes.

“Dale, you’re drooling,” Stetson snaps, and then slumps back into her chair with a huff. Dale stands up, scurrying to the kitchen—to fill up her glass, no doubt. But she’ll find no more alcohol; I saw Mateo dump what was left down the drain, not that I called him out on it.

I didn’t want it, and Dale certainly doesn’t need it.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Mateo calls, and then takes another sip from his cup, Dale’s screech following shortly after.

It is a merry Christmas, indeed.

I roll over and extend my hand toward Stetson, only to be met with cold sheets.Cold—I bolt up, blinking rapidly into the darkness. It’s quiet in our room, not even the air rustling, a chill filling the darkness and settling over my skin.

I’m well and truly alone.Where the fuck is Stetson?

I silently climb out of our bed, careful to not allow the springs to creak or the boards beneath my feet to groan. How many times have I come in here, silently, and watched Stetson sleep, or defile her in the most delicious ways?

But this time is different. She’s gone, and I’m the one not sure what happened or where she could be. Would someone have taken her?

I’m a light sleeper—I would have heard someone else come into our room. But I didn’t hear her leave, so maybe that isn’t true.

My heart races frantically against my ribs, the thrumming filling my ears like a drum. It’s so loud, I nearly miss the quiet ping of a phone, but I see the screen light up, filling the inky darkness with a pale blue haze.

On quiet feet, I race to it, picking it up, already fearing the worst.Is this a ransom message or something?My heart lodges in my throat when I see Stetson’s name flashing on the screen, a video message attached.

With slightly trembling fingers, I open the video first, half expecting to see her gagged and tied up, crying for her life.

What I don’t expect is to see her pussy, glistening with cum, and her fingers roughly pushing into it. Her moan tears through the darkness, and if I was a better man, I might worry that one of the guests downstairs could hear. But I don’t fucking care.

Let them hear her scream for me.

She pants, and then props herself up, her free hand pulling and tweaking at her nipple. She spits onto her fingers, then traces them around her impossibly hard nipple and toward her navel, and lower still, swapping her hands so that her spit-covered fingers now circle her clit.

“Are you hard for me, Daddy?” Her voice is husky and strained—she’s clearly already close, and I’m incapable of peeling my eyes away from the masterpiece unfolding before me.

“Yes,” I mumble, and then remember this is a recording, not a live call.

“How do you feel about the fact that I don’t need you to come? I’m a big girl and can do it—” She fucks her fingers hard, her head tipping back. “All. By. My. Self.” Her hands pick up pace and sloppy noises mingle with her moans.

It’s nearly enough to make me come in my boxers, but her words keep me from falling. She’s testing me, teasing me, proving that, even though she has chosen me, she doesn’t need me.

And that just won’t fucking do.

She’s mine,that pussy is mine, and apparently, she needs a reminder.

I’ve gotten too soft, too loving,too gentle with her. And she wants the monster to come back out to play.

“Message received, Little Filly.” The words leave my lips, strangled and hoarse, as I watch her fuckher fingers until she is coming apart around them, her cum leaking between her ass and the ground beneath her. She’s so beautiful like this.

But will be even more so with my belt mark across her ass, and my teeth marks on her neck.

She looks back at the camera a final time, her skin glistening with sweat, and smirks. And then ends the video without another word.

I open the text, already sliding jeans on, forgoing socks and a shirt, as I head for the door.

STETSON: Catch me if you can, Monster. xoxo

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