Chapter 69: The Lie I Told Frederick

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: The Lie I Told Frederick

~Reynold’s POV~

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, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. "I’ll take every inch of your cock so well for you... I promise..."

"Good boy," he praised darkly, chest heaving. "Now touch your nipple. Pinch it and play with it for me while you ride those vibrations."

I obeyed instantly, lifting a trembling hand to roll the sensitive peak between my fingers. A white-hot jolt shot straight to my core, pulling another broken moan from my throat.

Frederick moaned, shifting until his back rested against the headboard. "Fuck, Reynold... you’re going to make me cum so hard. You’re driving me out of my mind."

"Please, Daddy... I’m close... yes, huh, fuck," my voice trembling.

"Don’t cum yet," Frederick commanded sharply, hand moving in a blistering blur. "Daddy needs you to stay on the edge longer."

"I—I can’t take it anymore, Daddy... I’m right there—"

"Then Moan loud," he urged, voice rough and demanding. "Let me hear every dirty sound you make."

"Fuck, Daddy!" I cried out, voice breaking over the hum of the toys. "Your cock inside me... it feels so good...!"

Hearing me cry out as if it were his cock buried deep inside me pushed Frederick higher. A guttural growl tore from his throat. "Mnhh, yes, fuck, Reynold."

The low hum of the vibrator mixed with my desperate gasps and his deep moans as my whole body shook violently against the mattress.

"Daddy... I’m going to ah, fuck...I’m going to cum!"

"I’m close, fuck!" Frederick roared, fist pumping furiously. With a final, explosive cry." Fuck, Reynold, I’m gonna cum!" he lunged for a tissue just in time, catching the thick, heavy ropes as they spilled over his hand.

At the same moment, my body seized. I crashed over the edge into a fierce, blinding orgasm, shaking hard as hot cum spilled across my stomach and thighs. A broken, breathless moan tore from my throat. "Fuck, I’m there... haa...!"

The sight of me shattering on the screen pushed Frederick through the last of his pulses. His heavy seed continued to spill in thick spurts, coating his hand and stomach while his eyes rolled back in raw satisfaction.

I collapsed forward onto the pillows, gasping for air. Fuck... that felt so heavy... so intensely good.

Tears of overstimulation stung the corners of my eyes as the aftershocks rolled through me.

I lay there motionless for a long while, just trying to catch my breath, before finally lifting my head to look at the screen. Frederick was looking back at me, thoroughly spent, chest still heaving, completely satisfied from watching me fall apart for him.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, his voice low.

I nodded, a breathless yes, and reached over to switch off the vibrator.

"How does it make you feel?" he asked.

"It’s making me tremble," I whispered. "It feels too good... I feel like my body is burning inside."

Frederick smiled, a dark, pleased expression crossing his features. "Do you prefer toys, or my cock?"

I looked straight into the camera, my cheeks heating up. "I prefer your cock. It feels amazing."

"Then the next time I fuck you," Frederick said, his tone turning commanding, "I want to see you give the same reaction. Okay?"

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Okay."

"Alright. You should take a shower and get some sleep. And tomorrow, keep your distance from Julian. Don’t tell him anything else, especially anything about us. Understood?"

I nodded again. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Wait," Frederick said, his eyes darkening. "I want to watch you remove that from your hole."

I didn’t hesitate. I spread my legs immediately in front of the camera, reaching down to pull the plug free. I held it up, flashing my gaped, sensitive entrance to him so he could see.

Frederick’s gaze devoured the sight. "So clean... keep yourself for me, okay?"

"Okay," I breathed.

"Goodnight, little pet." With that, he ended the call.

After the call ended, I stared down at the pile of toys, a dazed sense of wonder washing over me. I had never expected them to affect me so strongly. I’ll definitely try everything again in my free time, I thought, still amazed by how responsive my body had become.

Eventually, I stood up, took a quick, warm shower, dried off, and collapsed onto the bed. I didn’t even bother putting the toys or the revealing nightwear away. I simply pushed them aside, pulled the covers over my shoulders, and drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up in a panic. I had overslept and was already running terribly late. I scrambled out of bed, took a quick shower, did what little skincare I had time for, and threw on my clothes as quickly as I could. As I rushed around, a deep soreness lingered in my hole, making every movement slightly uncomfortable.

I hurried downstairs, grabbed a quick breakfast, then rushed outside to my car and drove to campus. I parked as quickly as I could before hurrying across campus, making it to my lecture just in time.

I slipped into the lecture hall and carefully sat down beside Julian, wincing slightly from the soreness.

Julian glanced over and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so late?"

"I overslept," I mumbled, keeping my eyes forward.

"Oh," he said simply.

We didn’t talk much during the lecture. When the class ended, neither of us left right away. Julian stayed behind and tried to ask me a few questions about Frederick, but I kept my answers short and vague, careful to maintain the distance Frederick had instructed me to keep.

After we packed up our things, we went our separate ways on campus.

The next few days followed much the same routine—classes, brief conversations, and keeping my distance from Julian just as Frederick had told me to.

Finally, Friday arrived. After our last lecture, the professor assigned us a massive group project that had to be completed and submitted first thing Monday morning. Before I even had a chance to look around for a group, Julian and Theron had already put my name down with theirs. Since I barely talked to anyone else on campus, I couldn’t find a good way to refuse.

As soon as the classroom emptied, I hurried to a quiet corner of the hallway and called Frederick to tell him about the assignment. I explained that I might not be able to come to his estate this weekend because I had to work with my group.

Frederick answered on the second ring. He listened quietly as I explained everything, then asked, "Who are you grouped with, Reynold?"

I panicked slightly at the thought of telling him the truth and mentioning Julian after all the warnings he had given me. So I lied.

"I’m grouped with Theron and... Victor."

There was a brief pause before Frederick’s tone sharpened. "Are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes, Mr. Corvin. I’m telling the truth," I lied again, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Alright," Frederick sighed. "Since you can’t come over for the entire weekend, maybe I’ll have you come over tomorrow evening instead."

"Okay, Mr. Corvin," I agreed quietly.

After the call ended, I walked back over to where Julian and Theron were waiting. They immediately started discussing the assignment, pointing out how massive it was and how we needed to start working on it that night. Before I could even give my opinion, they were already debating whose house we should use.

"Everyone should just come to my house this evening," Julian suggested decisively. "We’ll set up there and start working on it."

Panic spiked in my chest. I froze, suddenly unsure how I was going to explain to Frederick that I would be spending the night at Julian’s house when I had just lied about who my groupmates were.

Desperate to stall, I looked at Julian. "Can I... can I just come over early tomorrow morning instead?"

Julian frowned and crossed his arms. "Why? This is a group assignment, Reynold. We have to start tonight. If you want, you can come tomorrow morning, or you can choose not to come at all. In that case, we’ll just tell the professor you’re not part of our group. It’s your choice."

Without waiting for another word, Julian and Theron turned and started walking down the corridor.

Feeling cornered and helpless, I quickly followed them. "Alright," I called out, my voice tight. "I’ll come over this evening."

Julian glanced back over his shoulder with a satisfied smirk. "Alright. See you later."

With that, he headed toward his car.

Left with no other option, I turned and walked slowly toward my own car, a heavy knot twisting in my stomach. ℴ

How am I supposed to tell Frederick about this? I thought, my mind racing. What kind of lie am I going to come up with...