s*x IN A GLASS HOUSE

A NIGHT INSIDE THE GLASS HOUSE

CHAPTER SIX

AUGUST

It had been hours since dinner.

I couldn't sleep.

The clock on the nightstand turned, showing 3:09 AM.

The bed was too big, bigger than the bed I was used to. The sheet was too thick, and the room was too cold, unlike the temperature in my room.

The silence was deafening. I wasn't used to this kind of silence. I was used to the chaos, the noise from my landlord whenever he came back home, Amy coming in at early hours just to give me a gist of what I hadn't experienced yet.

I grabbed my phone from under the pillow, time to call Amy. She picked up on the second ring, her voice thick with sleep. "Amy”

“Dumb ass, what the hell? Who calls someone at 3:00 AM?” she said.

“Whatever, I'm in a mansion. Like inside. You need to see this place.” I rolled on my tummy, dragging the sheets.

“ Guess what? Levi's slate is Sexy as f**k!! That man is a walking s*x. Like illegal hot. The media don't do justice to him.

He cooked me dinner, like actual food, on the table. The table itself was bigger than my silly apartment, and his hands were muscular with Thick veins popping.” I squeaked

“ Don't be dumb,” Amy said.

Did you send anything stupid?” she asked

“Just a contact, you know, normal stuff. Just not going to certain places, but yeah, it's worth it. I mean, it's $1,000 per month!” I responded.

“Be careful August,” she said.

“ Well your landlord came here yet. He showed up at my door with a baseball bat, banging on my door, screaming about you owing him six months. And Ms. Chen threw him a pair of her slippers, saying he was making noise and should shut it.” She laughed.

“Out of anger, he broke your mailbox, said he's selling your s**t, starting with your couch. she added.

“He can sell it for all I care. The couch has more mole than Foam. Who's going to buy that??

“I told him you moved into a billionaire's house. He didn't believe it.”

We talked for over 30 minutes about the closet, the chandelier, how Levi's eyes kept dropping to my mouth when we ate, how he stared at me, how I noticed his breathing becoming shaky.

I saw his tattoos when he stood up.

I wanted to use my tongue to trace each drawing. We hung up on everything.

The silence came back. I stared at the ceiling, then at my phone.

I opened the Blink app, my mind going straight to nightshade.

Still no new messages. The last sent text he sent was, "Not yet." I tossed my phone at the side out of anger and picked it up again, opening Pornhub

I typed in, "b**m bondage." And of course it opened.

The videos loaded, I saw many options and I clicked the one with the guy on the mattress whose hands tied behind his back, getting railed against the wall.

I pulled my nighties down, hanging around my ankle. Already hard, I wrapped my hand around myself and I closed my eyes, stroking, I imagined him, not the guy in the video, but Nightshade.

His voice in my ear, his whispers, his tongue tracing circles in my ears.

The way he worshiped my dermal piercing and the tattoos on my back, grounding me with every thrust.

I tweaked my wrist to skip forward, stroking faster. The headboard tapped against the wall slowly. I didn't care.

But then I remembered, just then I remembered the anonymous message on Veil.

Veil was discreet, yet it had cameras. What if this place actually did have camera? What if someone was watching me? I closed Mid- Stroke, I looked up at the ceiling. There was no light, no sign of a visible camera. But this house had glass ceilings and glass hiding things.

I stood up slowly, my heart pounding. I still had my phone in my hand, I still held my d**k in the other. If someone was watching, let them watch, I'm going to put on a show for them.

I got off the bed and walked to the counter. I brought out my black silicon dildo I had packed right when Amy wasn't watching, for such situations. I rinsed it in the bathroom sink and came back. I stuck it on the hardwood floor right in front of the mirror and turned the phone camera to selfie mode. I pressed record.

"Hey, stalker," I said. "You wanted a show, you're going to get a show," I said slowly, taking off my tank top first. I reached my hand over, slid my nighties completely down and stepped out putting them aside. I stood there in nothing but my silver n****e piercing and my general piercings.

. I grabbed the new dildo, I grabbed a lube from the vanity, and poured it all over the dildo, letting it drip.

I knelt in front of it, talking to the camera,

"Watch this." I sat slowly, one hand on the floor for balance, the other hand guiding me slowly inside.

The stretch burned, yet it felt good. I took my time inch by inch until my ass hit the base.

After an inching slowly, letting the camera catch the wave on the back and then faster. The slap of the skin on silicon Echoed in the room.

I reached back, spread myself open so the mirror showed everything, how the dildo disappeared inside me. How my hole clenched around it.

My c**k bounced with each thrust. "You like looking, you creep up. You like this, watching me f**k myself on the floor?" I laughed.

"I bet you're hard now. I bet you wish this was your c**k," I snarled. I rode it in reverse, my hands on my knees bouncing like a slut.

“f**k” I moaned.

I came hard, spilling over my fist.

Ass clenched around the dildo. I didn't stop riding until I was shaking and whimpering. I pulled out slowly, letting the camera catch as the lube dripped down my thighs.

I smiled for the camera and I ended the video. I attached the new text, just the message, "May the best man win." And I hit send.

My screen went blank.