His Summer Toy

Episode Two

I glance at my phone to see two new texts from Brandon that I do not open. I look above them and see that it is eleven thirty. Curfew is at ten, but Rebecca says there is always a big start of summer get-together with the other counselors after Marica and the other old staff members have gone to bed.

There are four other older adults here right now. Marcia, the director and owner, Phil, the security guard, Lily, Marcia’s best friend and the person in charge of the counselors, and Kirby, an older man who orders around the younger guys to get the camp looking beautiful. His words, not mine. Marcia’s ex-husband will join us occasionally throughout the summer to visit with their son Kai.

Kai is the guy from the lodge. Rebecca didn’t seem to know a lot of info about him, besides the fact that he was living with his dad in Australia and going to college and now he’s not. I didn’t tell her about the encounter I had with him.

I pocket my phone before heading out the door. I’m dressed in all black, my blonde curls tucked into a cap. Rebecca said it wasn’t necessary, but I don’t want to risk it. I already feel like I’m on Marcia’s bad side after earlier, even though she probably won’t even remember it happened later.

The camp is quiet, cloaked in that eerie stillness. My sneakers crunch softly over the gravel as I follow the path, trying to remember Rebecca’s directions to the cabin where everyone’s supposed to meet. I should have taken her up on her offer to go over with her.

Left at the garden. Right after the showers. Or was it before?

I squint into the dark, the path splitting ahead of me. No signs. No lights. Every cabin looks the same. These cabins are larger than the ones we are in and I don’t remember seeing them on the tour.

One of the cabin’s porch lights is on and I can hear faint music. At least, I think it’s music. This must be it. I let out a sign of relief as I hurry toward the cabin, thankful I figured it out.

The door is cracked slightly. I push it, just slightly, revealing an empty room. That’s odd. Where is everyone?

I heard noise coming from the bedroom and see light from under the door. Everyone must have gathered in there so that the light wouldn’t draw attention. I look around a little, thinking how much nicer this cabin is than mine. I wonder who’s it isand how did I get this kind of upgrade?

I head toward the bedroom, pushing the door open.

And freeze.

Inside, dim yellow lamplight spills over tangled sheets and bare skin. A woman with a short brown bob with a few gray streaks is on her hands and knees at the foot of the large bed, a dark blind fold covering her eyes. Lily. That is Lily. Marcia’s best friend, the woman over the counselors.

Behind her is Kai.

His head is tilted back, jaw tight, one hand on her hip and another fisted in her hair as he pounds into her.

“Yeah, moan for me you f*****g whore.” He taunts her, his thrusts more demanding. “Moan so f*****g loud you wake everyone up.”

Oh my God! I need to leave right now. I cannot be seeing this.

But even as I think it, I cannot force myself to move. Watching them like this stirs something in me. The way he speaks to her, his grip in her hair, the way she is blindfolded.

His head tilts up.

Our eyes lock, and something dark flickers across his face. A flash of amusement mixed with… recognition?

His mouth curves, just slightly, into a smirk as he holds eye contact with me.

He doesn’t break that eye contact and I don’t move. Not even as Lily moans, unaware. Not even as his pace changes, slows and deepens making her whimper as if he wants me to see exactly what he’s doing to her.

Like this is for me now.

“Kai, please!” She begs. “I was so close!”

My breath stutters. I should leave. I know that. She doesn’t know I am here and would be mortified. But my hand is frozen on the doorframe, fingers curled tight against the wood. My heart is a drumbeat in my throat, my chest, my legs and between them.

“Beg more for me, bitch.” He speaks to me as his hand comes down hard on her ass.

My thighs press together, heat blooming where there should be shame. Something twists low in my stomach, sharp and electric.

This is wrong, Cami!

I finally hear the voice in my head, screaming this at me, snapping out of my perverted trance. I back away from the door frame, closing the door back as it was, before running out of the cabin.

I don’t try to find the cabin I am supposed to be at. I run until I find the employee cabins again and go straight into mine, locking the door behind me.

What was that? Why did I stand there and watch that long?

I try to sleep. I do. I flip onto my side. Then my back. I even pull the covers over my head like that’ll help block out the memory seared into my brain.

But every time I close my eyes, I see him.

Kai.

His hand fisting her hair. His hips driving forward. That filthy, commanding voice.

And those eyes, locked on mine, unbothered, unapologetic, and possessive.

My fingers twitch under the covers.

No, absolutely not.

I stare up at the ceiling with a clenched jaw and my heart still pounding in my chest.My thighs press together again, automatically, like my body didn’t get the memo that we’re disgusted. That this is wrong.

But I’m wet. God, I’m so wet.

I curse under my breath as I throw the blanket off and sit up. I reach for the drawer beside my bed and dig out the thing I had debated for hours on bringing.

My vibrator.

I haven’t even used it yet. Wasn’t planning to, not while sharing a cabin. But thankfully I was one of the ones who got a single cabin.

And tonight, I need it. I need it like air.

I slide my underwear down my legs and toss them aside, my thighs already clenching in anticipation. My body is practically buzzing, heart still caught in the mess of what I saw, my muscles already tense.

I lie back, the room quiet except for the thrum of blood in my ears, and press the vibrator between my legs.

A shiver rolls through me the second it touches me. I suck in a breath and close my eyes.

I try to think of someone else. Try to pretend this is about needing release. But the image forms before I can stop it.

Him. Kai.

The way his fingers curled in Lily’s hair like he owned her. The way he had smacked her ass. The way his hips moved, brutal and deliberate, claiming her in front of me like I was next.

Like he wanted me next.

In my mind, it’s my body bent over for him. My hair twisted in his grip. My breath caught in my throat as he growls behind me, low and feral.

“Look at you,” he taunts in my fantasy, voice thick with dark amusement. “Already dripping for me, like the good little slut you are.”

The vibrator presses deeper and I whimper, my back arching.

In my head, he’s behind me, one hand on my throat, the other spreading me open as he leans in, his mouth brushing my ear.

“You liked it. Liked seeing what I could do.” He whispers, biting my ear. “So dirty.”

I moan softly, hips rolling up into the toy. I bite my lip, trying not to be loud, but it’s no use.

Kai’s voice again, my version of him now, silk and filthy.

“Bet you touched yourself after. Bet you came thinking about how I’d f**k you harder than I f****d her. Played with that pretty p***y while imaging my c**k inside you. Do you want to come all over my c**k instead of that vibrator between your legs, Cami?”

Yes. f**k, yes.

.

“Say you want it,” he demands. “Say you want me to ruin you.”

And I do. I do. In my mind I beg him, breathless, desperate.

“Please, Kai. I want you to…”

“Ruin me.” He repeats for me to say.

I cry out softly as the climax rips through me, my thighs trembling around the toy, my toes curling. My free hand grips the sheets like I might fall straight through the bed.

It’s too much. It’s not enough.

Even as I come down, shaking and flushed and utterly wrung out, I feel the shame prickling at my skin. I should feel disgusted. I should feel horrified. I just got off at the image of a guy I didn’t even know talking dirty to me.

But all I can feel is him. The way he looked at me.

And the worst part, I don’t think this is a one time thing. I think fantasies of him is going to fuel my vibrator all summer.