Page 37 of Frost Bitten
As the girl on the screen rolls over, hanging her head off the bed, I know what’s coming. I have wanted to try this for a couple of years, but never had a regular girlfriend who I felt comfortable suggesting it to. Watching the guy’s cock entering the pink-haired chick’s throat, I almost come all over my hand right there. While I don’t like inflicting pain, something about choking on my dick gets me. Yeah, the tears that form are from being uncomfortable, but this girl submitted to this. She wanted this, and it’s like she’d do it, endure something she may not like, for her partner. Fuck, if Cait would do that, she’d own me.
I barely survive that scene to move on to the next, but once he thrusts his bare cock into her tight cunt, I know I’ll finish before the video ends. The expression of ecstasy on her face as her legs visibly tremble – I can tell the girl wants to scream, but for some reason, she doesn’t. The guy off camera keeps panting and whispering sweet nothings to her, and I can’t help it. I put myself in the scene, and I speak out loud as if that was me and Cait.
“That’s right, baby girl. Don’t scream. I know you want to, but you have to keep quiet for me, yeah? That’s it. Take my fucking dick into your soaking wet pussy. Fuck, your kitty is choking my cock, baby. You need to come? Come all over my cock, give it to me, drench my fucking dick, baby girl.”
In perfect synchronicity, the girl on the screen goes still with a silent scream of euphoria as the guy continues to work her over. He reaches down with his free hand, slowly circling her clit, and as she gasps for a breath; she elicits pitiful cries as her release drags her along with it.
Just as I’m about to let go and join the girl in the video, Cait’s caller ID pops up on my laptop. My eye bug out wide, and fucking hell, what the fuck is happening?!
After I can drag myself back into the world from my lost-in-lust haze, I realize she’s sending me a video chat request.Hell-fucking-no.I slam my laptop closed, as if somehow she can tell what I was doing. My phone continues to pulse on the coffee table for two more rings before it finally drops. As the video on my phone paused, I immediately open my laptop and continue the video. I’m not giving up now.
As the video begins to play again, the girl begins to beg the guy for more, so he bends her legs back and inserts two fingers into her cunt as he’s still fucking her. She’s no more than a mumbling mess, her cum dripping down her thighs, absolutely drenching the guy. After two more thrusts with his dick and fingers, she shudders with another silent scream, and with the other hand, the guy reaches up and gently clamps down on her throat.Holy hell, that’s hot.He controls her orgasms and her ability to breathe. Sitting watching this happen on my laptop screen, I can’t help but realize as she comes again that he called her a good girl for coming on his dick and fingers. I also can’t help but notice that she likes it all, her orgasm rolling on and on.
It’s at that point of jerking my own dick to this scene, imagining myself making Cait gasp and pant my name from orgasms that blend together, that I spray all over my hand and stomach. I pant heavily for a moment, wondering what the hell had just happened. Taking a quick shower, I dress for bed before deciding to come back out to the living room. I pick up my phone, unlock it, and quickly click on her last text, sending one off to her, asking if she needed anything.
When she responds moments later, it’s an apology.
Cait
Oh, sorry about that. I was trying to reach Bast to make a date plan this week before the holiday, and I didn’t realize I hit your name by accident until the call timed out.
Whew. I mean, that’s still awkward as fuck, but at least she wasn’t trying to reach me on purpose while I had my dick in my hand, jacking it to images of her swallowing my cock.
Oh, okay. I’m glad it wasn’t something important that I missed.
I mean, thank you for letting me know. If you ever need anything, I’ll respond ASAP.
Fuck, that was the worst. And as I climb into bed, I can’t help but think that I have to face both Bast and Corey tomorrow. And possibly Cait, since we are all meeting for lunch at Lift.
Dread pools in my stomach as I park outside Lift Monday morning. It’s worse than after the bonfire. My embarrassment at what happened is off the charts. Will she know? She couldn’t know, right? It was just a completely untimely accidental dial. I summon all the bravado I have within me and exit my Range Rover Evoque. The deep blue color of the paint gleaming in the late morning sun only reminds me of the flood of guilt I’m drowning in. I shake the cobwebs from my mind, determined to get through this. If I can, it’ll all be alright.
I open the door, and as I walk in, Lori yells out from her office, “Hi Daddy Dom!”Holy shit, Lori.It’s hard to get me to blush, but given what I just went through last night, that greeting hits home just a little too much. I smile and laugh it off, waving to her as I walk up to the counter.
Of course, Cait is working today, but the pleasant smile she gives me seems genuine, without any hint of awkwardness. I greet Cait with a smile and a polite “Hi,” but after I order my drink, I choose to stay quiet.Minimize exposure, that’s all.
Once I have my latte, I head to the table the guys are at. Cam or Bast must have brought Corey because I swear, his ADHD makes him forget appointments and timing.
“Hey,” Cam grunts, as I sit down in the last remaining seat at the table. Bast nods in my direction, and Corey just smirks at me.Jackass,I chuckle to myself.
“So, Corey,” I begin before we get down to our actual reason for a working lunch, “are you going to tell the guys?” Cam and Bast exchange a glance, then turn to stare down Corey.
“What did I do?” he exclaims, shock written all over his face.
“About inviting Cait along to the Thanksgiving trip?” I reply, a surly bite to my tone.
“Oh, that,” he grins sheepishly. “Sorry, it just happened. Besides, I’m sure Bast won’t mind.”
“So, Dom and I have no say in the matter?” Cam asks, annoyance threading through his tone.
“You do have a say,” Corey responds dejectedly. “What, do you actually mind if she comes?”
“That’s not the point, bro,” Cam explains. “This trip isn’t just yours. You need to consult everyone involved if you want to change the entire trip.”
“So you don’t mind?”
With Corey’s persistence, we all burst out laughing. Dude just can’t let go once he sinks his teeth in.
“I don’t mind, but I need to be included prior to next time,” I say. “Did you tell her about the sleeping arrangements?”
