Chapter 68: Stretching on Camera for Daddy

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Stretching on Camera for Daddy

~Reynold’s POV~

"He’s up to no good," Frederick replied, his voice hard and unyielding. "Stay away from him. I’m warning you."

"No, you just don’t know Julian!" I argued, a spike of defensiveness rising in my chest. "He’s always been good to me. He—he’s my best friend!"

Frederick didn’t raise his voice, but the authority in his tone immediately cut through my anger.

"Reynold, listen to me carefully. Men like him don’t react with a fake, forced smile and a sudden eagerness to get involved in your life unless they want something. He’s envious, he’s calculating, and he’s looking for an opportunity."

"He was just surprised!" I protested, though a tiny, nagging voice in the back of my mind whispered that Julian had acted a little too eager to come over. "He said he was happy for me..."

"People hide their true intentions behind polite smiles all the time," Frederick interrupted smoothly, his voice unwavering. "I’ve spent my entire life dealing with people who smile to my face while looking for a way to use what I have. Your friend saw the house, saw the car, and realized just how deeply you’re connected to my world. He’s not looking at you as just a friend anymore, Reynold. Ithink he sees you as a way to get closer to me."

"You’re right, Mr. Corvin. That’s because he admires you and really wants to meet you. There’s nothing wrong with that, Mr. Corvin."

Frederick let out a quiet scoff. "If you’re going to be this naive, then there’s no point trying to convince you. I’ve warned you, Reynold. Remember that. If things go wrong because you ignored my warning, don’t expect me to take it lightly."

His words hung heavily in the air between us, sending an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. I hated admitting it, but a small part of me remembered the way Julian’s eyes had scanned the estate, the questions he had asked about Frederick, and the strange edge in his voice when he called me "lucky."

"I... I can’t just cut him off," I muttered, my defensiveness slowly crumbling. "We have classes together every day."

"I’m not telling you to cause a scene at university," Frederick replied, "I’m telling you to keep your distance. Stop sharing details about your life, stop inviting him over to my house, and keep your guard up. If he’s truly your friend, he won’t mind the boundary. But if he keeps pushing... you’ll see I’m right."

I didn’t want to argue with him any further because I knew Frederick was only worried about me. He didn’t know Julian well enough to understand him, so I knew his concern was coming from a place of wanting to protect me.

"You really don’t have to worry, Mr. Corvin," I said softly.

"I’m worried because you’re in my care now," Frederick replied firmly. "So stay away from him. I’m warning you, Reynold. Keep your distance, okay?"

I swallowed hard and pulled my knees up to my chest. "Alright," I whispered, defeated. "I understand."

"Good boy," Frederick murmured, the approval returning to his voice. "Now, are you alone in your room?"

"Yes," I answered, a sudden warmth chasing away the chill from our conversation.

"Good. Unpack that little package sitting in your room while I’m still on the phone with you. Let’s see what I sent you."

Before I could ask anything else, Frederick switched our voice call to a video call. I accepted quickly, propping my phone against the pillow so he could see me clearly.

I reached over to the nightstand, untied the ribbon around the large sleek box, and lifted the lid. Inside were ten smaller, individually wrapped packages, each one stamped with the logos of high-end luxury brands. Piece by piece, I began opening them. My eyes widened with every single one. Each nightwear piece was breathtakingly bold and revealing.

My breath hitched as I held up the first: a backless, curve-hugging white satin slip with delicate lace trim along the neckline and hem.

The rest only grew more daring, a translucent sheer white lace robe tied loosely with a satin sash, a plunging halter-neck nightgown layered with soft tulle, a silky ivory slip with lace-up crisscross ties that left the sides of the hips completely bare, and a high-slit white silk mini dress designed to part with every step.

There were also sheer button-down sets and feather-light pieces that left almost nothing to the imagination.

"Are you for real?" I breathed, face burning as I stared at the scandalous pile spread across my bed.

Frederick leaned closer to his camera, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "This is what I want you to wear for me anytime I’m around, little pet."

I traced a finger over the lace of one of the pieces, a nervous laugh escaping me. They’re... they’re all so beautiful, Mr. Corvin. But some of these are barely anything at all."

"All the more reason," Frederick replied smoothly, his gaze darkening as he watched me through the screen. "Try them on for me. Let’s see how they look on you right now."

My heart pounded against my ribs, a mix of anticipation and shyness rushing through me. "Alright," I whispered.

I picked up the first piece, the white satin slip with the intricate lace-up crisscross ties along the hips, and slipped it on, letting the cool fabric drape over my skin before pulling the side strings tight. I propped my phone on the nightstand so the camera captured my full figure, then stepped back into view.

Frederick’s eyes locked onto the screen, tracking the way the high slits and sheer panels clung to my body. "Turn around for me, little pet," he murmured, voice dropping an octave.

I did as he asked, turning slowly in a full circle.

"Now bend forward just a little... let me see the back," he instructed, his breathing already heavier.

I leaned forward, resting my hands on the edge of the mattress. Frederick watched every movement, gaze intense and heavy with hunger.

"Damn, Reynold... you look fucking sexy," he groaned, a dark heat in his tone. "You have a beautiful body that makes everything you wear look incredible."

A warm blush spread across my cheeks as I straightened up and offered a shy, breathless smile. "Thank you, Daddy."

Frederick’s eyes raked over me once more through the live feed, his voice turning rough. "Watching you right now... it’s making me so damn hard."

I bit my lower lip, a sudden heavy heat coiling low in my stomach. The longing hit me hard, making my skin tingle. "I am too... but I’m not there with you," I whimpered softly, looking at his face on the screen.

"I know," Frederick said, eyes gleaming with dark intent. "Go grab your toys. Have you used them at all yet?"

"No," I answered, shaking my head.

"Go get them," he commanded smoothly. "I’ll tell you what to do."

I nodded and hurried to my closet shelf, pulling down the sleek black box of toys. I brought it back to the bed and propped my phone up so he could see clearly.

"Take out the medium-sized plug," Frederick instructed, eyes fixed on me. "And grab the vibrating wand too."

I pulled both items out and set them on the mattress.

"Now, before you put anything inside, use plenty of lube," he warned, voice thick with authority. "I don’t want you hurting yourself."

"Okay," I breathed, uncapping the bottle and pouring a generous amount onto my fingers.

I lay back on the bed in front of the camera, legs parted. One hand held my thigh open so Frederick could clearly see my hole, while the other rubbed soothingly over my chest to steady my nerves. I coated my entrance thoroughly with the slick gel, feeling the cool wetness drip down between my cheeks.

With trembling fingers I picked up the plug. Pressing the tip against my hole, I took a deep, shuddering breath and pushed it inside.

"Hah... fuck—"

A loud moan tore from my throat as the toy stretched me wide. My hips stuttered from the sudden, intense fullness.

Frederick watched every second, breathing hitching as he tracked the way my body took it. "Fuck, Reynold... you look so good taking it," he praised darkly.

"It’s... it’s so big," I panted, clutching the sheets while my body adjusted to the stretch.

"Turn it on," Frederick ordered, gaze burning into me. "Use the remote. Keep your legs spread wide for me."

I grabbed the remote and pressed the button. Deep vibrations immediately pulsed through my core, pulling a high, broken moan from my lips. At the same time, I switched on the vibrating wand and pressed it firmly against my hardening cock, keeping my legs thrown wide open for his camera.

On the other end of the call, Frederick groaned and shifted. He lowered himself briefly out of frame, then came back into view with his trousers pushed down. His thick, throbbing cock sprang free, and he wrapped his hand around the heavy shaft.

As the dual vibrations ripped through me, I cried out softly into the empty room, hips twitching helplessly. Frederick stroked himself in a steady, punishing rhythm, dark eyes never leaving the screen as he watched me fall apart for him.

"Look at you... shaking and shivering all over just from a little electronic hum," Frederick murmured through the speaker, voice dripping with heavy heat. "Tell me the truth, my sweet pet, how does it feel to take it like that while Daddy watches you fall apart?"

"My whole body is jerking, Daddy," I cried out, my voice breathless and high-pitched. "It feels... oh God, it feels so good..."

Through the phone’s speakers, the wet sound of Frederick’s fist working his thick cock echoed clearly. Thick beads of precum leaked from my slit, slicking my stomach as I writhed against the dual sensations.

"Fuck, Rey... you look so tight even with that plug in you," Frederick groaned, eyes burning into the screen. "Wait until I get my hands on you next time. I’m going to lay you back on my bed, spread these pretty legs wide open, and bury every thick inch of my cock so deep inside you that you’ll be screaming my name."

"I’ll take every single inch of your cock, Daddy," I whimpered...

NOTE:The rest of the nightwear pictures will be dropped in the group later today. 😋🔥