Only Trick

“Oh my God!” I turn back around and elbow him in the gut, almost spilling my cocoa. “The only thing that could have spread like wild fire is your ego. And they’re breasts not a rack!”

He continues to chuckle as his free hand slides up to my breast. “These are breasts…” he circles his thumb over my nipple “…Alicia had a rack, and for the record, I’m a breast guy.” I feel his erection push against my back.

My eyelids grow heavy as Trick sets his drink down and mine next to it. He uses both hands to caress my breasts, bringing my nipples to firm peaks. Arching my back to his touch, I moan. My eyes flutter open. “What is that?” I squint.

He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. “What’s what?” he mumbles, dragging his tongue down my neck.

I place my hands over his, stopping his motion. “Attached to the electrical conduit pipe. Is that a …”

“Camera.” He starts to squeeze my breasts again, his breath hot in my ear.

“Camera?”

“For security. Don’t worry, I’m the only one who can look at the footage.”

“Oh my God! Is it always recording?”

“It’s motion-activated.” He nips and sucks at my neck some more while his right hand slides down my abdomen.

He moans and I feel a bead of moisture against my back as his hips rock up, his firm erection sliding against my skin. “Fuck, Darby … your body is so damn sexy.” His middle finger pushes over my clit between my slick folds.

Everything is such a blur when he touches me, but it doesn’t stop my eyes from trying to focus on the camera. We have a blanket over us, but is it really masking our movements?

Are we being recorded? Do I care? Oh hell!

Trick tosses the blanket off us with one hand while his other slides down farther. An uncontrolled moan escapes as his finger slides into me. “I want to see you come, sexy.”

The camera …

“Spread your legs wider …”

I spread them and his finger slides the rest of the way in.

“That’s it.” His words … his voice … it turns me on as much as his touch. “Look at yourself … every peak…” he pinches my nipple “…every valley…” he rubs his palm against my clit as he finger fucks me into oblivion “…every curve…” his hand slides from my breast to my hip, and clenching it hard he pulls me back against him, his erection finding more friction against my back “…you’re just. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

I rock my pelvis into his hand, arch my back, and reach behind, clenching his hair. “Trick, oh my God …”

The camera …

“I’m so close, d-don’t stop …”

The camera … the camera … Oh FUCK! The camera!

It hits me so hard I could die right here on the spot. The camera has been haunting me, but not because it’s recording what’s happening now or even the numerous times we’ve had sex before today.

“Oh God!”

“Let it go, sexy.” Trick’s voice grits next to my ear.

Shoving his hand away while thrashing my body like a trapped animal, I leap from the couch with frantic urgency. I grab the blanket off the floor and wrap it around my body.

“What the hell?” Trick yells with wide-eyed confusion.

“You have to erase everything that’s been recorded on the camera since you met me. Please, I’m begging you. Don’t ask questions, don’t watch it, just erase it. Promise me, Trick, promise me you’ll just do this for me. If you love me, you’ll just say yes. Okay?” I don’t think I’ve ever felt so desperate in my life. My heart pounds with anxiety, fueled by every nerve in my body firing with blood curdling fear.

Trick looks at me like I’ve transformed into an alien and maybe I have.

“PLEASE!” I drop to my knees. I actually … Drop. To. My. Knees.

Trick sits up and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. The cockiest smirk I have ever seen pulls at his lips. “Darby Lucille Carmichael, what the fuck has got you worked up into such a frenzy?” His gaze drops to my hands and so does mine.

I didn’t think it was possible to look or sound any more pathetic. I was wrong. My fingers are interlaced and white knuckled at my chest. I’ve been stripped of my dignity, robbed of my self-respect, and put on display in the town square with a noose around my neck. At this point I don’t know if I prefer the stay of execution or the floor to fall out from under my feet.

My phone rings and I manage to deflate even more. I crawl, yes crawl, over to the table because I’m not done begging. I answer it, keeping my eyes on Trick’s as one of the nurses from the hospital informs me of a multiple injury accident requiring extra staff. After a clipped response, I press End.