Glitch (Next Level #1)(31)

I want to say he’s making it up to make me feel better, but his hard cock shuts me up because erections don’t lie. He presses his length against my ass cheeks and says, “I want that fucking painting of you. A want a house filled with paintings of you.”

I hear his buckle release and the whooshing sound of his jeans dropping. Glitch stands behind me, getting naked while I’m reeling with his confessions.

“I can’t stand the idea of someone else getting a glimpse of your magnificent body.” He palms my tits, roughly, tentatively. When he pinches my nipples, I cry out. “And if you gain weight, lose weight, dye your hair, shave your head, or change in anyway, I want a portrait of it. I want all of you. All your phases, all your transitions.” He bites down on my shoulder, making my toes curl. “I want to see your belly round with my baby. I want to kiss your stretch marks. I want to take care of you when you’re exhausted and even when you’re full of energy and life. I want to pop into your studio whenever I want and watch you be deadlocked on your paintings, so lost with your muse you can’t even see me standing there admiring what you are and what you create.”

“God, Glitch.” He’s making my heart unfurl.

“I want you to come to me for anything you need.” He lets go of my hair and grips my waist. “And I want you to always be able to handle yourself with confidence.” He spits into his hand and rubs it along the head of his dick. I’m slick enough already, but knowing he just did that makes me even more needy for him.

“You’re mine, Ara. And I always take care of what’s mine.” He spreads my ass cheeks and I bend over to give him better access to my pussy.

I clench my hands and hold my breath. He means every word he says. If I’ve learned one thing about Glitch, it’s that he doesn’t waste his goddamn breath. Not even online when we’re playing games.

This isn’t a game.

This is real.

Glitch is mine.

He leans forward and growls against me, “I hope your muse is prepared, Kitty.” And before I can ask what that’s supposed to mean, he hits a button on his computer and the entire walk-in closet fills with this sound of his deep, dirty voice talking to me.

“Heyyyy, Kitty.”





Chapter 16


Glitch



I never knew I was half-beast until tonight. With Ara in my space, her tears in my hands, and her body bent over my desk, I’m fucking feral for her.

Smashing the play button, Ara’s going to hear every recording I’ve ever made for her. Every depraved word. All my fantasies I’ve conjured so far. “Heyyyy, Kitty.”

While she listens to my dirty words, I rub the tip of my dick against her pussy.

What I wouldn’t give to push my way in and fill her, stretch her, claim her.

“Touch yourself for me.” My recorded voice is damn deep. The bass rumbles my chest as it plays through the speakers.

Ara slips her hand between herself and the desk. I smile. She’s so wonderfully obedient sometimes.

“Just like that. Be a good little slut and rub your clit. That’s it. Mmm, just like that. Go faster. Harder. Ffffuck, keep going.” My recorded voice sucks in a harsh breath. “Now stop.”

Ara doesn’t stop. It earns her two spankings. Smack! Smack!

She cries out and my recording plays on.

“Start again. Slowly, slowly. Mmmm. You are so beautiful like this. All worked up and wet.” I count down in my head. Ten, nine, eight, seven… all the way to one and then I hear myself say, “Stop.”

Ara stops this time, like a good girl.

“Slip your fingers in your pussy. Show me how wet you are for my cock.”

Ara follows my instructions, her ass wiggling against my groin as she stuffs two of her fingers into her pussy and then lifts her hand up like she’s showing me all that glistening desire covering her digits.

I lean forward and suck them clean as my voice filters through the speakers and says, “Look at you. So perfect and swollen. Ah, ah, ah, I didn’t say you could touch yourself again.”

Ara starts laughing because she’d already reached back down to touch herself. She looks over her shoulder at me and my heart stops. She’s a messy masterpiece.

And she’s all mine.

To my surprise, Ara reaches over and hits the stop button. “You knew what I’d do?”

“I knew what I wanted you to do.” Which means I love that she’s defiant sometimes and obedient others. I spin her around and prop her up on my desk. “There’s a lot more if you ever want to hear them. That one was rough because I haven’t edited it yet.”

Her smile is huge. I’m glad she’s flattered and loves what she’s heard. “You even edit them?”

“Of course.” I nip her neck. “Even if they’re only for me, I wanted them as perfect as I could get because they’re about you and you’re as perfect as it fucking gets.”

She’s got her hands in my hair again. I love how she pulls the roots and kneads my scalp and drags my mouth wherever she wants.

I drop to my knees and latch onto her pussy, flicking my tongue every which way until I find a rhythm she likes. Then I don’t stop until she explodes. No squirting this time, but that’s okay. I love that I never know when it’ll happen. And I really fucking love that her body craves different actions. It’s like she doesn’t have just one tried-and-true move that gets her to finish. She needs constant stimulation and a lot of different finger and tongue tricks.