Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
âSAY SHE A GOOD GIRL, SHE DO PâRN FOR MEâ â C.C
âpay her fee, she perform for me.. say she a good girl, she do p*rn for me..â
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), collegiate school settings, athlete x faculty, secret relationships, insinuations of sexual activity/ relations, dark! Cameron Cade, use of the n word, manipulation, threats of revenge prn, coercion (dubious consent), threats, non consensual recording, smut, choking, spitting, biting, dirty talk, cussing/swearing, creampie.
a.n: heyyy stinks! donât jump me, Iâm sorry for being inactive with posting đ my writing juices kinda went dry and despite having ideas, I didnât have any motivation. but Iâm back! I hope yâall like this one đ€ heed those warnings & enjoyy!
on the jukebox: âboys n the hoodâ by smerfbeats ft babyface ray, GT, and Peezy đ
âI think this season is going to be my last seasonâ
Cameron Cade blanched, looking at you like you grew three heads and spoke in a tongue that heâs never heard before.
âYour last seasonâ your last season doing what?â His tone was defensive and cautionary but in a bolder font, almost like he was daring you to say it.
Because if so, he wasnât having any of it.
âAssistingâ
âWhy?â Cameron immediately shot back, his eyebrows raised.
Cameron Cade caught you on the tail end of the moving team line off of the bus, having just arrived to the rival teamâs hometown and practice center. The many of away games and travel was familiar to you, the structure wasnât different.
Youâd actually been wanting to talk to Cameron and break the news but you dreaded having to do it, so him stopping you to âtalkâ, made for the perfect time.
You sighed, trying not to meet his judgmental eyes. âI just think itâs time for me to branch out and try other things in my life. I had my fun hereââ
âYou mean you had your fun with meââ
His combat made you hiss out in embarrassment, your pretty face flushing something red.
Thankfully, the bus driver followed the crowd out of the vehicle, opting to fuel up with food and drinks. It was just you and Cameron in the first row of seats behind the drivers seat.
âCameronââ
âNah, nah, itâs the truth so donât act brand new. We didnât start fuckinâ last night. Weâve been sneakinâ around since you took this position those two years ago and it sounds like youâre tryna leave me. Donât bullshit me, (Y/N)â
Finally, you met his fiery, greenish hazel eyes, he was on a roll. Your irises swirled in soft defeat, trying to hold your ground. How well was that working?
âIs that what it is? Youâre not leavinâ because some new opportunity just came up or whatever the fuck. And even if it is some new opportunity, youâre not just getting away from the team, youâre tryna get away from me. I-Is that what Iâm hearing? Did I understand that right?â
Cameron Cadeâs tone was that of a warning. It was easy for him to use it towards you if you tried to challenge him or push back on something he didnât want. It was easy to make you feel small and make you crumble. Any oppositional thought you had in those previous moments were quickly diminished.
Despite the breath you took being shaky, you had to mean it.
âSome things just go the way that they go. I canât control this, Cameron, Iâm sorryâ
He didnât need to know that there was no real job opportunity making you leave the collegiate football team.
He didnât need to know that youâd planned on leaving the state as soon as the game was over and you traveled back home. Youâd already bought your plane ticket to move across the country.
When Cameron didnât speak for a moment and only looked at you, something in you jumped to want to recant your statement, urging to please him. But that couldnât be anymore. His jaw ticked.
âJust be straight up with me, baby, you know thatâs all I be askinâ of youâ Cameron began, his tone a bit more softer. âAre you quitting because of me?â
Yes.
âCameron, noâ you met him at his soft tone, hoping it distracted him from your untrue words. You even went as far as laying your hand over his that rested on his knee, âItâs just.. Iâm always going to want better for myself. I know that you know thatâ
Cameron stared at you, truly analyzing the woman he was falling madly in love with. He nodded after a minute of silence and stood up, with his hand outstretched to you, you followed suit.
âO-okay.. okay, well, weâre gonna miss you.. Iâm gonna miss youâ
You gulped and nodded, putting on your best sorrow filled smile. âMe tooâ
With his hand still in yours, Cameron pulled you into a hug, his long and lanky arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of your head. You wrapped your arms timidly around his torso, Cameron felt your nerves.
You two stood there for what felt like hours, you prayed for an intervention that pulled you back before your superiors started asking questions.
âBut um, before you go back, I wanna show you somethinâ, ok?â
Still in his arms, Cameron reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and revealed his phone. With a few taps and a sigh of approval, he was showing you his screen.
All of the color drained from your face and you felt you wanted to vomit.
Cameron let the screen play and clicked the side button on his phone, turning up the volume to full blast. Immediately the sound of your wanton, pornographic moans filled the space.
Loud, desperate, high pitched, and needy. You cried out for the man below you, who you could see watching you in awe.
You watched on in horror as you rode Cameron Cade in his off campus dorm bed. Your back was naked and exposed, your back tattoo let you know it was you.
Duvet covers around your hips, Cameronâs knees bent and forming in the covers, his hands reached up groping at your breasts as your lower half ground. You watched yourself toss your head back, another shrill moan emitting.
âRidinâ this dick real good, baby girl.. câmon, gonâ get that nut, you deserve it..â
âYes, pleaseâ you whined before lying on top of the man, your face in his neck. His arms around your waist, hands groping your ass, Cameron Cade on camera began fucking up into you.
âCameron, âm gonnaââ
The obscene noises and video suddenly shut off. Your jaw slack and light tears in your eyes as you looked up at Cameron who wore the softest, shit eating smirk.
âYou recorded me?â You just barely squeaked out.
âUs, baby. Just a little something to keep on me on those days and nights that I canât have youâ
You watched his gaze suddenly get darker and scarier. His once warm eyes looked at you in pure intimidation and seriousness.
âI uh, just wanted to see how long you were gonna continue to lie to my face just now. I know where youâre going, I know when youâre going, I know how youâre getting there. Now what I donât know is what you got going on out there but I can find that out too. If I find out you got another nigga out there thatâs not me, heâs as good as deadâ
Immediately you shook your head. âItâs notâ.
With a hand cupping your face, Cameron thumbed away the tear that slipped down your cheek. The tear you didnât even know was falling.
âBottom line is: youâre not going anywhere and should you feel compelled to go against me, you can expect for every corner of the university to see that video. All I gotta do is press a buttonâ
More tears slipped out of your eyes, you couldnât believe this was real. You were actively being blackmailed. Cameron continued thumbing away at your cheeks.
âIâm giving you until the end of the day to gonâ ahead and shut all of that shit down. Cancel that flightâ donât even worry about a refund, yâknow I can give that back to you. Unpack those bags, cancel that hotel, all of that. You donât get to try to restart your life if Iâm not in it, you understand me?â
His hand on your face began to tighten, Cameron Cade frowning just a little when you didnât answer right away. But immediately, you nodded. Cameron Cade smiled and placed a quick kiss to your lips.
âGood girl.. you always know how to make daddy happy. As long as you keep doing that, weâll be good. Now letâs go before they start askinâ questionsâ
Cameronâs hand connected with your denim jean clad ass cheek, making you jump.
How fucked were you?
.
You tried your best to focus throughout the rest of the drills and training with the boys.
Your role was to help their coaches run plays along with kinesiology, physical therapy like responsibilities. You helped the boys stretch, iced after their games and during halftime, and other skills to help them perform their best.
Cameron Cade found a deep attraction to you as soon as you were announced with your role. Your physique was impressive, hair down your back, a smile that had his heart racing, and knowledge that said you werenât unqualified. You were his kind of woman. Being only 3 years older than him, your soul felt beyond that, and Cameron loved it.
Sleeping with him that first go around had you both on two different wavelengths after the fact. You vowed you wouldnât make it back in his bed and Cameron Cade was ready to put a ring on it.
You hated how good he made you feel. Call it a weak moment of desperation and loneliness as to why you succumbed and melted into his advances.
Heâd called you saying he had some cramp in his leg and needing the limb properly stretched and cared for. Had you knew what youâd be getting yourself into, you wouldâve told Cameron Cade to call 911 instead of you.
With your assistance, his smooth words and soft urges kept you conversing and spilling some guts. Heâd found out that you were single, hard working, and happily celibate.. happily?
Conversations turned into conversations with drinks, then turned into Cameron sitting a bit too close to you on his couch. He was on you soon after that. Seductive whispers with the promise to make this moment worth your while, his eyes clouding in lust and determination to have you.
âLet it all go, mama, I gotchuââ He whispered, lips brushing against yours as he fucked you in missionary. âKnow you been pent up and needinâ in.. give it to me, baby, show me sumnââ
You shivered at the memory. Cameron Cade knew how to get what he wanted. Every single time. Your push back meant nothing to him, he always won. Always succeeded, it was in his nature.
But his advances didnât stop after the sex.
He found your number and saved it in his phone. He found your socials and followed immediately. Cameron Cade successfully snuck an AirTag in your car to monitor you. He called a lot, texted even more. He sent photosâ regular and explicit, full on nudes and audios of him touching himself, your name on his tongue as he came loudly.
What felt like a harmless crush you thought that he had on you spiraled into so much more. He anonymously sent flowers to your office at the university and bought you gifts. Then came the pet namesâ baby, babe, my love. As if you were dating.
You remembered him dropping in on you at your office with food like a husband would. Then bending you over your desk and fucking you before he left.. like a husband would.
The scariest part of all of his delusions was a raging temper paired with it. Cameron Cade reeked of jealousy and insecurity. He could tell the rest of his teammates grew fond of you, you were his before he got inside of you.
He picked out the teammate that maybe eyed you too long, made you laugh too hard and took his anger out on them during drills. A hard push, an even harder tackle, and a sack that had one of them almost breaking his ankle clean off of the bone.
âOh shit, you good? Fuck, Iâm sorry dawg, that was an accident, I swear to God. Câmon, let me help you upâ
Cameron Cade didnât mean that shit.
The shrill sound of a whistle took you from your thoughts and from the sidelines of the expansive practice field. Coach was calling a huddle. You honestly tuned out the typical pep talk on game days. But with Coachâs hand on your shoulder, it brought you back to reality.
âAnd while I have yâall here, somebody on the team needs to make an announcementâ Coach turned towards you with a solemn smile, immediately your sunken heart began to race up. â(Y/N), go ahead and break these boys hearts, get it over withâ
You didnât tell Cameron that youâd already informed your respective colleagues that you were quitting. When you looked at him, his face wore a deep frown. You gulped, the sex tape in the back of your mind and the threat that hung in the air.
âI-I.. itâsââ
Saved by the bell.. or rather the sound of the buildingâs doors opening. It turned everyoneâs attention that way. A group of the rival teamsâ players and their coaches walked in but halted at the sight of you all.
Coach cut in. âSorry, Terry, we were all just heading out for you and your boysâ Coach turned towards his crowd, âletâs hold that thought yâall. Letâs get outta here so they can practiceâ
Cameron Cade eyed you with a look of budding anger that you were familiar with. You didnât stick around for him, instead you were the first person out of the door and out of the building.
.
Fear coursed your veins as you continued running. Fear and adrenaline.
â(Y/N)! Iâm not fuckinâ playing, get the fuck back here with my phone!â
Tears blurred your eyes but you kept running. It was halftime when you decided to make your move. It was the perfect opportunity to delete that video and drive back home on your own.
You didnât care anymore.
With Cameron Cadeâs phone in your hands, you zipped through the stadium, no idea where you were going. You just knew you had to get away from him.
Somehow you managed to outrun Cameron and find a secluded, empty office room. It was dark and quiet, scattered chairs everywhere. You hid yourself under the desk and immediately unlocked Cameronâs phone.
His passcode was your birthday.
Finding the camera roll, you found more than just the sextape.. but instead, multiple recorded sessions of you and Cameron having sex. You found your own nudes and hidden camera footage from your house. From your bedroom and when you were showering.
Mortified was an understatement. Selecting the files, you deleted them before going into the ârecently deletedâ and deleting them for real.
In the same breath, a harsh pounding of the door and wiggling of the door knob had you holding your breath. All the noise suddenly stopped but before you could blink, the metal door harshly broke off of its hinges and loudly clanked to the floor.
Footsteps creeped about the room. You knew it was Cameron, you didnât have to guess.
âYâknow.. I recognize the smell of that Donna Karen perfume I bought you. The same perfume that had me wanting to fuck you just because you smelled that damn good..â
His footsteps continued, you stayed put under the desk, silently praying.
âI know youâre in here, (Y/N), a-and baby, I promise Iâm not even mad anymore. Yâknow how I feel about my phone and you just caught me off guard, thatâs all. But Iâm not upset, I just wanna talk to youâ
Fear paralyzed you largely. Despite the softness of his voice, you knew his front would be short lived. He continued walking closer and closer to where you were hiding.
Your heart sank at the view of his football cleats from the opening of under the desk. His sigh was loud and dramatic.
âYou shouldâve came out when I said.. and now Iâm pissed againâ
Suddenly you were being pulledâ yanked rather. His hands grabbed your ankles and forced you out of hiding before harshly taking you by the arms and hoisting you up. Cameron Cade shook you angrily, forcing the tears down your cheeks.
Cameron put you back on your feet just to suddenly take you by the throat. His fingers squeezed the side of your neck and pulled you to him. His greenish hazels were dark and felt soulless.
âNah donât cry now. Whyâre you always playinâ with me, huh?!â Cameron yelled, âdo you know how good things can be for you if you just listened to me? Let me call the shots, let me make the decisions. Yâknow I loved that independent shit aboutchuâ but I thought I made it perfectly clear that it stops with me. But you love makinâ me angry, donât you?â
You couldnât speak, your breath slipping out by the seconds. Your hands clawed at his hand on your throat, teary eyes boring into his, you shook your head no.
Cameron pulled you even closer, lips brushing against yours. He whispered.
âNo, I think you do, baby..â he softly pecked your dry lips, âI think you do. I think you love riling me up and makinâ me vulnerableâ
You only shook your head no once again, somehow trying to convince him otherwise if it meant freeing you.
Air felt precious when Cameron finally dropped you, your body slumping against the metal desk, barely supporting yourself on your feet. His hand snatched his phone out of your grip and began searching.
You heard him chuckle but it was terrifying. âSo you deleted everything? All of my shit?â
His questions were rhetorical but you still tried to plead with him. You shakily grabbed for his free hand and pressed pathetic kisses to the front of it. His gaze met yours.
âC-Cameron, I-Iâm sorry, Iâm r-really sorry, babyâ you brokenly tried to say, âare you going to k-kill me?â
Suddenly like a switch, Cameron Cade was a new man. Placing his phone on the desk, he kneeled down to your level, his greenish hazels now soft and full of concern. He shook his head.
âNo, baby, not at allâ His lips found yours, âi would never.. you just know how short my fuse is but Iâll never hurt youâ He kissed you again. âYou just made a mistake and thatâs okay.. now you gotta make it up to meâ
He kissed you once again and with each time, you felt yourself melting into him. You had no energy to try to fight Cameron.
âI want a new video and youâre gonna make it for me, okay?â
You didnât have a choice at all. You didnât have a choice when Cameron Cade was propping his phone up and stripping you naked. You didnât have a choice when Cameron Cade was splaying you on the desk, legs spread and thighs in his strong hold. You didnât have a choice when Cameron Cade was pressing the head of his dick at your entrance and surging forward.
His pace was teasingly slow, his eyes transfixed between you two and watching his length slide in and out of you.
âDamn, I wish you could see this.. youâre so wet and so fuckinâ tight.. pussy squeezinâ the fuck outta meâ
You mewled pathetically, tossing your head back. Cameron reached for his propped phone with the displayed flash and set his sights on where you two were connected. He groaned lowly at the sight.
The flash enhanced what Cameron Cade already saw: your wetness. Your juices were shining a coated trail on his bare cock, a now off white cream color appearing with the more he continued pushing and pulling.
With his phone in his dominant hand, Cameron grabbed your throat once more to anchor himself. His thrusts began picking up: sharper, harder, rougher, faster. Your body jolting, titties jutting up your chest.
You nodded eagerly, a whimper escaping past your lips with what you could since Cameron was choking you again.
âMhm. Tell the camera, daddy wanna hear you say itâ
The flash on his phone had you squinting, it was so fucking bright. Cameron pistoned his hips and fucked you harder.
âGonâ ahead and say it, baby. You like when Iâm deep inside of this pussy like this? Feelinâ me all in your stomach? Talk to the cameraâ
You bit your lip at the budding, intense pleasure coursing through your veins. It was making your brain short circuit, Cameron huffed when you didnât respond.
His grip on your neck tightened, his thrusts now slowing. He made out your choked out whine, tears slipping down your cheeks.
âFor an independent woman that you try to portray yourself as, you love to act real stupid. I asked you a fucking question. You must want for me to ruin your life and everything you haveâ
You shook your head vigorously, ân-noââ
âThen you better listen to me, girl, Iâm not playinâ with youâ Cameron huffed out once again, âtalk to me, baby, let me hear somethinâ.. I know you want to. Youâre creaminâ on me somethinâ serious, this shit gotta feel good, donât it?â
Somehow pushing your pride to the side, you nodded. âYes, i-it feels so good, Camâ
Cameron smirked, now upping his pace. âYeah? Where you feel me at?â
âMy s-stomach.. youâre so deep.. you always are..â you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Cameron let out a groan of approval, the smirk on his face never leaving.
âThere we go, thatâs my babyâ He pulled you closer by your throat and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips and dancing with yours.
It was filthy and erotic.
âMy own lil porn starâ he pecked your lips, âbe walkinâ around like youâre untouched and shit.. like niggas canât look at you.. whole time, Iâm the one knockinâ this pussy out the frame every night. Whole time, youâre lettinâ me do whatever I want to you. Ainât that right?â
Feeling your orgasm impending, your legs circled his waist to keep him going. You needed it badly. Nodding your head, you cried out.
âYes!â
âAnd who can touch you when Iâm not touchinâ you?â
âNobody!â
Cameron licked his lips, âyeah? This pussy mine?â
You nodded vigorously, eyes squeezing shut as the intense build of your orgasm was just on the brink. You prayed Cameron wouldnât stop.
âYou better fuckinâ know it, girl. You can let go, cum for meâ
He didnât have to tell you twice. Your throat burned from your scream, a white heat crawling up your spine, walls around Cameronâs length snapping and milking him.
It didnât take long for Cameronâs release to show its face. He was right behind you, tipping the edge and spilling deep inside of you with a guttural groan.
He stayed seated in you for another minute before positioning his phone in between you again. The flash showed him slowly pulling out, his seed following suit out and pouring out of your canal. Cameron groaned in approval.
âLook at that.. you always take me so well, thatâs all for meâ His smile was sick once it met your eyes. What was even sicker was his fingers scooping the spend and pushing it back inside of you, you whimpered at the sensitive feeling.
Once the post orgasmic haze wore off, the tears were back in your eyes again. You watched Cameron get himself situated and slip his phone in his pocket. When he glanced at you, you couldnât describe the look in his eyes.
He instead moved in closer and took your face in his hands. âYâknow âm gonna get my way with you every time. Youâre not leaving me, you and I both know thatâ
All you could do was sob because he was right.
âAnd should I find out otherwise, you already know whatâs happening with this video.. and the other ones..â
You felt yourself freeze, staring up at Cameron in mild shock. âOther ones?â
Cameron Cade chuckled. âYou think the ones you deleted were all I had? You gotta be smarter than that, sweetheart. I record every moment we have, I canât afford not toâ
He sickly kissed you on the lips again.
âLike I said.. my own personal porn star.. just how I like itâ
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
âSAY SHE A GOOD GIRL, SHE DO PâRN FOR MEâ â C.C
âpay her fee, she perform for me.. say she a good girl, she do p*rn for me..â
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), collegiate school settings, athlete x faculty, secret relationships, insinuations of sexual activity/ relations, dark! Cameron Cade, use of the n word, manipulation, threats of revenge prn, coercion (dubious consent), threats, non consensual recording, smut, choking, spitting, biting, dirty talk, cussing/swearing, creampie.
a.n: heyyy stinks! donât jump me, Iâm sorry for being inactive with posting đ my writing juices kinda went dry and despite having ideas, I didnât have any motivation. but Iâm back! I hope yâall like this one đ€ heed those warnings & enjoyy!
on the jukebox: âboys n the hoodâ by smerfbeats ft babyface ray, GT, and Peezy đ
âI think this season is going to be my last seasonâ
Cameron Cade blanched, looking at you like you grew three heads and spoke in a tongue that heâs never heard before.
âYour last seasonâ your last season doing what?â His tone was defensive and cautionary but in a bolder font, almost like he was daring you to say it.
Because if so, he wasnât having any of it.
âAssistingâ
âWhy?â Cameron immediately shot back, his eyebrows raised.
Cameron Cade caught you on the tail end of the moving team line off of the bus, having just arrived to the rival teamâs hometown and practice center. The many of away games and travel was familiar to you, the structure wasnât different.
Youâd actually been wanting to talk to Cameron and break the news but you dreaded having to do it, so him stopping you to âtalkâ, made for the perfect time.
You sighed, trying not to meet his judgmental eyes. âI just think itâs time for me to branch out and try other things in my life. I had my fun hereââ
âYou mean you had your fun with meââ
His combat made you hiss out in embarrassment, your pretty face flushing something red.
Thankfully, the bus driver followed the crowd out of the vehicle, opting to fuel up with food and drinks. It was just you and Cameron in the first row of seats behind the drivers seat.
âCameronââ
âNah, nah, itâs the truth so donât act brand new. We didnât start fuckinâ last night. Weâve been sneakinâ around since you took this position those two years ago and it sounds like youâre tryna leave me. Donât bullshit me, (Y/N)â
Finally, you met his fiery, greenish hazel eyes, he was on a roll. Your irises swirled in soft defeat, trying to hold your ground. How well was that working?
âIs that what it is? Youâre not leavinâ because some new opportunity just came up or whatever the fuck. And even if it is some new opportunity, youâre not just getting away from the team, youâre tryna get away from me. I-Is that what Iâm hearing? Did I understand that right?â
Cameron Cadeâs tone was that of a warning. It was easy for him to use it towards you if you tried to challenge him or push back on something he didnât want. It was easy to make you feel small and make you crumble. Any oppositional thought you had in those previous moments were quickly diminished.
Despite the breath you took being shaky, you had to mean it.
âSome things just go the way that they go. I canât control this, Cameron, Iâm sorryâ
He didnât need to know that there was no real job opportunity making you leave the collegiate football team.
He didnât need to know that youâd planned on leaving the state as soon as the game was over and you traveled back home. Youâd already bought your plane ticket to move across the country.
When Cameron didnât speak for a moment and only looked at you, something in you jumped to want to recant your statement, urging to please him. But that couldnât be anymore. His jaw ticked.
âJust be straight up with me, baby, you know thatâs all I be askinâ of youâ Cameron began, his tone a bit more softer. âAre you quitting because of me?â
Yes.
âCameron, noâ you met him at his soft tone, hoping it distracted him from your untrue words. You even went as far as laying your hand over his that rested on his knee, âItâs just.. Iâm always going to want better for myself. I know that you know thatâ
Cameron stared at you, truly analyzing the woman he was falling madly in love with. He nodded after a minute of silence and stood up, with his hand outstretched to you, you followed suit.
âO-okay.. okay, well, weâre gonna miss you.. Iâm gonna miss youâ
You gulped and nodded, putting on your best sorrow filled smile. âMe tooâ
With his hand still in yours, Cameron pulled you into a hug, his long and lanky arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of your head. You wrapped your arms timidly around his torso, Cameron felt your nerves.
You two stood there for what felt like hours, you prayed for an intervention that pulled you back before your superiors started asking questions.
âBut um, before you go back, I wanna show you somethinâ, ok?â
Still in his arms, Cameron reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and revealed his phone. With a few taps and a sigh of approval, he was showing you his screen.
All of the color drained from your face and you felt you wanted to vomit.
Cameron let the screen play and clicked the side button on his phone, turning up the volume to full blast. Immediately the sound of your wanton, pornographic moans filled the space.
Loud, desperate, high pitched, and needy. You cried out for the man below you, who you could see watching you in awe.
You watched on in horror as you rode Cameron Cade in his off campus dorm bed. Your back was naked and exposed, your back tattoo let you know it was you.
Duvet covers around your hips, Cameronâs knees bent and forming in the covers, his hands reached up groping at your breasts as your lower half ground. You watched yourself toss your head back, another shrill moan emitting.
âRidinâ this dick real good, baby girl.. câmon, gonâ get that nut, you deserve it..â
âYes, pleaseâ you whined before lying on top of the man, your face in his neck. His arms around your waist, hands groping your ass, Cameron Cade on camera began fucking up into you.
âCameron, âm gonnaââ
The obscene noises and video suddenly shut off. Your jaw slack and light tears in your eyes as you looked up at Cameron who wore the softest, shit eating smirk.
âYou recorded me?â You just barely squeaked out.
âUs, baby. Just a little something to keep on me on those days and nights that I canât have youâ
You watched his gaze suddenly get darker and scarier. His once warm eyes looked at you in pure intimidation and seriousness.
âI uh, just wanted to see how long you were gonna continue to lie to my face just now. I know where youâre going, I know when youâre going, I know how youâre getting there. Now what I donât know is what you got going on out there but I can find that out too. If I find out you got another nigga out there thatâs not me, heâs as good as deadâ
Immediately you shook your head. âItâs notâ.
With a hand cupping your face, Cameron thumbed away the tear that slipped down your cheek. The tear you didnât even know was falling.
âBottom line is: youâre not going anywhere and should you feel compelled to go against me, you can expect for every corner of the university to see that video. All I gotta do is press a buttonâ
More tears slipped out of your eyes, you couldnât believe this was real. You were actively being blackmailed. Cameron continued thumbing away at your cheeks.
âIâm giving you until the end of the day to gonâ ahead and shut all of that shit down. Cancel that flightâ donât even worry about a refund, yâknow I can give that back to you. Unpack those bags, cancel that hotel, all of that. You donât get to try to restart your life if Iâm not in it, you understand me?â
His hand on your face began to tighten, Cameron Cade frowning just a little when you didnât answer right away. But immediately, you nodded. Cameron Cade smiled and placed a quick kiss to your lips.
âGood girl.. you always know how to make daddy happy. As long as you keep doing that, weâll be good. Now letâs go before they start askinâ questionsâ
Cameronâs hand connected with your denim jean clad ass cheek, making you jump.
How fucked were you?
.
You tried your best to focus throughout the rest of the drills and training with the boys.
Your role was to help their coaches run plays along with kinesiology, physical therapy like responsibilities. You helped the boys stretch, iced after their games and during halftime, and other skills to help them perform their best.
Cameron Cade found a deep attraction to you as soon as you were announced with your role. Your physique was impressive, hair down your back, a smile that had his heart racing, and knowledge that said you werenât unqualified. You were his kind of woman. Being only 3 years older than him, your soul felt beyond that, and Cameron loved it.
Sleeping with him that first go around had you both on two different wavelengths after the fact. You vowed you wouldnât make it back in his bed and Cameron Cade was ready to put a ring on it.
You hated how good he made you feel. Call it a weak moment of desperation and loneliness as to why you succumbed and melted into his advances.
Heâd called you saying he had some cramp in his leg and needing the limb properly stretched and cared for. Had you knew what youâd be getting yourself into, you wouldâve told Cameron Cade to call 911 instead of you.
With your assistance, his smooth words and soft urges kept you conversing and spilling some guts. Heâd found out that you were single, hard working, and happily celibate.. happily?
Conversations turned into conversations with drinks, then turned into Cameron sitting a bit too close to you on his couch. He was on you soon after that. Seductive whispers with the promise to make this moment worth your while, his eyes clouding in lust and determination to have you.
âLet it all go, mama, I gotchuââ He whispered, lips brushing against yours as he fucked you in missionary. âKnow you been pent up and needinâ in.. give it to me, baby, show me sumnââ
You shivered at the memory. Cameron Cade knew how to get what he wanted. Every single time. Your push back meant nothing to him, he always won. Always succeeded, it was in his nature.
But his advances didnât stop after the sex.
He found your number and saved it in his phone. He found your socials and followed immediately. Cameron Cade successfully snuck an AirTag in your car to monitor you. He called a lot, texted even more. He sent photosâ regular and explicit, full on nudes and audios of him touching himself, your name on his tongue as he came loudly.
What felt like a harmless crush you thought that he had on you spiraled into so much more. He anonymously sent flowers to your office at the university and bought you gifts. Then came the pet namesâ baby, babe, my love. As if you were dating.
You remembered him dropping in on you at your office with food like a husband would. Then bending you over your desk and fucking you before he left.. like a husband would.
The scariest part of all of his delusions was a raging temper paired with it. Cameron Cade reeked of jealousy and insecurity. He could tell the rest of his teammates grew fond of you, you were his before he got inside of you.
He picked out the teammate that maybe eyed you too long, made you laugh too hard and took his anger out on them during drills. A hard push, an even harder tackle, and a sack that had one of them almost breaking his ankle clean off of the bone.
âOh shit, you good? Fuck, Iâm sorry dawg, that was an accident, I swear to God. Câmon, let me help you upâ
Cameron Cade didnât mean that shit.
The shrill sound of a whistle took you from your thoughts and from the sidelines of the expansive practice field. Coach was calling a huddle. You honestly tuned out the typical pep talk on game days. But with Coachâs hand on your shoulder, it brought you back to reality.
âAnd while I have yâall here, somebody on the team needs to make an announcementâ Coach turned towards you with a solemn smile, immediately your sunken heart began to race up. â(Y/N), go ahead and break these boys hearts, get it over withâ
You didnât tell Cameron that youâd already informed your respective colleagues that you were quitting. When you looked at him, his face wore a deep frown. You gulped, the sex tape in the back of your mind and the threat that hung in the air.
âI-I.. itâsââ
Saved by the bell.. or rather the sound of the buildingâs doors opening. It turned everyoneâs attention that way. A group of the rival teamsâ players and their coaches walked in but halted at the sight of you all.
Coach cut in. âSorry, Terry, we were all just heading out for you and your boysâ Coach turned towards his crowd, âletâs hold that thought yâall. Letâs get outta here so they can practiceâ
Cameron Cade eyed you with a look of budding anger that you were familiar with. You didnât stick around for him, instead you were the first person out of the door and out of the building.
.
Fear coursed your veins as you continued running. Fear and adrenaline.
â(Y/N)! Iâm not fuckinâ playing, get the fuck back here with my phone!â
Tears blurred your eyes but you kept running. It was halftime when you decided to make your move. It was the perfect opportunity to delete that video and drive back home on your own.
You didnât care anymore.
With Cameron Cadeâs phone in your hands, you zipped through the stadium, no idea where you were going. You just knew you had to get away from him.
Somehow you managed to outrun Cameron and find a secluded, empty office room. It was dark and quiet, scattered chairs everywhere. You hid yourself under the desk and immediately unlocked Cameronâs phone.
His passcode was your birthday.
Finding the camera roll, you found more than just the sextape.. but instead, multiple recorded sessions of you and Cameron having sex. You found your own nudes and hidden camera footage from your house. From your bedroom and when you were showering.
Mortified was an understatement. Selecting the files, you deleted them before going into the ârecently deletedâ and deleting them for real.
In the same breath, a harsh pounding of the door and wiggling of the door knob had you holding your breath. All the noise suddenly stopped but before you could blink, the metal door harshly broke off of its hinges and loudly clanked to the floor.
Footsteps creeped about the room. You knew it was Cameron, you didnât have to guess.
âYâknow.. I recognize the smell of that Donna Karen perfume I bought you. The same perfume that had me wanting to fuck you just because you smelled that damn good..â
His footsteps continued, you stayed put under the desk, silently praying.
âI know youâre in here, (Y/N), a-and baby, I promise Iâm not even mad anymore. Yâknow how I feel about my phone and you just caught me off guard, thatâs all. But Iâm not upset, I just wanna talk to youâ
Fear paralyzed you largely. Despite the softness of his voice, you knew his front would be short lived. He continued walking closer and closer to where you were hiding.
Your heart sank at the view of his football cleats from the opening of under the desk. His sigh was loud and dramatic.
âYou shouldâve came out when I said.. and now Iâm pissed againâ
Suddenly you were being pulledâ yanked rather. His hands grabbed your ankles and forced you out of hiding before harshly taking you by the arms and hoisting you up. Cameron Cade shook you angrily, forcing the tears down your cheeks.
Cameron put you back on your feet just to suddenly take you by the throat. His fingers squeezed the side of your neck and pulled you to him. His greenish hazels were dark and felt soulless.
âNah donât cry now. Whyâre you always playinâ with me, huh?!â Cameron yelled, âdo you know how good things can be for you if you just listened to me? Let me call the shots, let me make the decisions. Yâknow I loved that independent shit aboutchuâ but I thought I made it perfectly clear that it stops with me. But you love makinâ me angry, donât you?â
You couldnât speak, your breath slipping out by the seconds. Your hands clawed at his hand on your throat, teary eyes boring into his, you shook your head no.
Cameron pulled you even closer, lips brushing against yours. He whispered.
âNo, I think you do, baby..â he softly pecked your dry lips, âI think you do. I think you love riling me up and makinâ me vulnerableâ
You only shook your head no once again, somehow trying to convince him otherwise if it meant freeing you.
Air felt precious when Cameron finally dropped you, your body slumping against the metal desk, barely supporting yourself on your feet. His hand snatched his phone out of your grip and began searching.
You heard him chuckle but it was terrifying. âSo you deleted everything? All of my shit?â
His questions were rhetorical but you still tried to plead with him. You shakily grabbed for his free hand and pressed pathetic kisses to the front of it. His gaze met yours.
âC-Cameron, I-Iâm sorry, Iâm r-really sorry, babyâ you brokenly tried to say, âare you going to k-kill me?â
Suddenly like a switch, Cameron Cade was a new man. Placing his phone on the desk, he kneeled down to your level, his greenish hazels now soft and full of concern. He shook his head.
âNo, baby, not at allâ His lips found yours, âi would never.. you just know how short my fuse is but Iâll never hurt youâ He kissed you again. âYou just made a mistake and thatâs okay.. now you gotta make it up to meâ
He kissed you once again and with each time, you felt yourself melting into him. You had no energy to try to fight Cameron.
âI want a new video and youâre gonna make it for me, okay?â
You didnât have a choice at all. You didnât have a choice when Cameron Cade was propping his phone up and stripping you naked. You didnât have a choice when Cameron Cade was splaying you on the desk, legs spread and thighs in his strong hold. You didnât have a choice when Cameron Cade was pressing the head of his dick at your entrance and surging forward.
His pace was teasingly slow, his eyes transfixed between you two and watching his length slide in and out of you.
âDamn, I wish you could see this.. youâre so wet and so fuckinâ tight.. pussy squeezinâ the fuck outta meâ
You mewled pathetically, tossing your head back. Cameron reached for his propped phone with the displayed flash and set his sights on where you two were connected. He groaned lowly at the sight.
The flash enhanced what Cameron Cade already saw: your wetness. Your juices were shining a coated trail on his bare cock, a now off white cream color appearing with the more he continued pushing and pulling.
With his phone in his dominant hand, Cameron grabbed your throat once more to anchor himself. His thrusts began picking up: sharper, harder, rougher, faster. Your body jolting, titties jutting up your chest.
You nodded eagerly, a whimper escaping past your lips with what you could since Cameron was choking you again.
âMhm. Tell the camera, daddy wanna hear you say itâ
The flash on his phone had you squinting, it was so fucking bright. Cameron pistoned his hips and fucked you harder.
âGonâ ahead and say it, baby. You like when Iâm deep inside of this pussy like this? Feelinâ me all in your stomach? Talk to the cameraâ
You bit your lip at the budding, intense pleasure coursing through your veins. It was making your brain short circuit, Cameron huffed when you didnât respond.
His grip on your neck tightened, his thrusts now slowing. He made out your choked out whine, tears slipping down your cheeks.
âFor an independent woman that you try to portray yourself as, you love to act real stupid. I asked you a fucking question. You must want for me to ruin your life and everything you haveâ
You shook your head vigorously, ân-noââ
âThen you better listen to me, girl, Iâm not playinâ with youâ Cameron huffed out once again, âtalk to me, baby, let me hear somethinâ.. I know you want to. Youâre creaminâ on me somethinâ serious, this shit gotta feel good, donât it?â
Somehow pushing your pride to the side, you nodded. âYes, i-it feels so good, Camâ
Cameron smirked, now upping his pace. âYeah? Where you feel me at?â
âMy s-stomach.. youâre so deep.. you always are..â you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Cameron let out a groan of approval, the smirk on his face never leaving.
âThere we go, thatâs my babyâ He pulled you closer by your throat and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips and dancing with yours.
It was filthy and erotic.
âMy own lil porn starâ he pecked your lips, âbe walkinâ around like youâre untouched and shit.. like niggas canât look at you.. whole time, Iâm the one knockinâ this pussy out the frame every night. Whole time, youâre lettinâ me do whatever I want to you. Ainât that right?â
Feeling your orgasm impending, your legs circled his waist to keep him going. You needed it badly. Nodding your head, you cried out.
âYes!â
âAnd who can touch you when Iâm not touchinâ you?â
âNobody!â
Cameron licked his lips, âyeah? This pussy mine?â
You nodded vigorously, eyes squeezing shut as the intense build of your orgasm was just on the brink. You prayed Cameron wouldnât stop.
âYou better fuckinâ know it, girl. You can let go, cum for meâ
He didnât have to tell you twice. Your throat burned from your scream, a white heat crawling up your spine, walls around Cameronâs length snapping and milking him.
It didnât take long for Cameronâs release to show its face. He was right behind you, tipping the edge and spilling deep inside of you with a guttural groan.
He stayed seated in you for another minute before positioning his phone in between you again. The flash showed him slowly pulling out, his seed following suit out and pouring out of your canal. Cameron groaned in approval.
âLook at that.. you always take me so well, thatâs all for meâ His smile was sick once it met your eyes. What was even sicker was his fingers scooping the spend and pushing it back inside of you, you whimpered at the sensitive feeling.
Once the post orgasmic haze wore off, the tears were back in your eyes again. You watched Cameron get himself situated and slip his phone in his pocket. When he glanced at you, you couldnât describe the look in his eyes.
He instead moved in closer and took your face in his hands. âYâknow âm gonna get my way with you every time. Youâre not leaving me, you and I both know thatâ
All you could do was sob because he was right.
âAnd should I find out otherwise, you already know whatâs happening with this video.. and the other ones..â
You felt yourself freeze, staring up at Cameron in mild shock. âOther ones?â
Cameron Cade chuckled. âYou think the ones you deleted were all I had? You gotta be smarter than that, sweetheart. I record every moment we have, I canât afford not toâ
He sickly kissed you on the lips again.
âLike I said.. my own personal porn star.. just how I like itâ
warnings: 18+ material (MNI), Ghostface duo, nods to Billy and Stu, stalking, threats, death/murder, blood, minor angst, our girl gets attacked, smut, MFM, minor MM/homoeroticism (kissing), choking, double penetration, cussing/swearing, calling the reader a âbitchâ, one of the boys is a convicted felon, dubious consent (face slappingâ only happens once), degradation, the boys are mean asf lowkey, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.
a.n: heyy stinkies! this was long awaited.. by me! I do hope you guys enjoy this, I know I had fun writing it đââïž more to come with this duo and Rafe alone, I miss writing for him. Heed those warnings, yâall! enjoyyy âïž
on the jukebox: âLipstickâ by Ariel Pink âïž
flashback â then
âHas the jury reached a verdict?â
âWe have, your honorâ
Your eyes watched the end all be all written on a slip of paper get handed to the judge. The woman draped in a black gown looked at for only a moment before handing it back to the bailiff. From the bailiff back to the jurors.
âYou may proceedâ
The female voice rang out throughout the courtroom. You didnât have it in you to watch her speak, instead, you held hands with your parents. Your head down, eyes closed, heart racing, and silently praying for the best.
âOn the count of murder in the first degree, premeditated and with intent, and assault with a deadly weapon, the jury finds the defendant..â
You tried to control your labored breathing. The suspense felt like those fake crime shows you watched. Please God..
âGuiltyâ
The amount of weight lifted from your shoulders had you close to passing out. Your head rested on your fatherâs shoulder, your motherâs arms wrapped around the both of you.
Small cheers rang out in the courtroom, triggering the judge to lay her gavel three times, demanding order in the court.
âThe state of North Carolina in Kildare County does find the defendant Rafael Cameron guilty of the respective charges. Bailiff, you may place the defendant in holding to be transported to Greensboro County Prison. We are adjournedâ
The tears slipped down your cheeks with ease. Despite the win for today, you knew it wouldnât erase the trauma of before.
When you finally opened your eyes, it was a grave mistake. Like magnets, his found yours.
Rafe Cameronâ draped in orange, silver cuffs on his wrists, his hair only a bit disheveled. He stood at his intimidating stature of 6â3â. His stony, angry blues locked in as he was being escorted.
Like he wanted you to remember him.. and that you would. Just not in the way you wanted to.
He was your boyfriend of three years, truly the love of your life. Loving, caring, and doting. You wouldnât believe heâd carry around a temper like a ticking bomb. Rafe would never admit it but he waited for something to trigger that anger and really give people a show.
The show being five slain and one badly injuredâ you. Despite Rafe being dressed in a costume when he killed, you knew him so well, it was easy to testify against him.
His cologne, the necklace gifted to him from you that you managed to snatch off during the attack, and the shoes you bought him.
His lingering gaze on you felt like time was moving in slow motion. Rafe looked at you in contained anger and betrayal.. you didnât know why.
âDonât worry, honey. Itâll all be okayâ Your fatherâs reassuring words relayed in your ear.
Would it?
.
currently â now, two years later
âHowâre you holding up, baby? Doinâ okay?â
The clock on the oven flashed a white â8:30â. You sat at your island in the kitchen, a plate of freshly made breakfast courtesy of your gorgeous boyfriend.
You smiled up at him, his presence all the warming and loving. Still draped in your pajamas, you and him found no rush to start getting ready.
âOh, Cameron Cade, I am doing a lot better nowâ you leaned on your hands and perched a cute kiss to his lips. Cameron smiled.
âGood.. Iâm glad to hear that. I know the night terrors have slowed down but whenever they happen, I always wanna make sure youâre alrightâ
Your sigh was quiet, the lowkey guilt still eating at you. What was a typical night sleeping in your shared master bedroom with Cameron turned into a nightmare.
First it started with the light sobs, then the sleep talking, then the shakes, until finally you were full on thrashing and screaming in Cameronâs hold. The words on your lips: âRafe, please!â
Cameron knew this was your reality before you even began dating. It was something you introduced to him upfront when it was established that you both liked each other. Cameron accepted itâ Cameron accepted you.
He held you and whispered his usual sweet words and affirmations to somehow reach your subconscious state and bring you back.
You threaded your hands with his, a solemn but grateful look in your eyes. âIf it means anything, I feel like therapy is helping. Like you said, theyâve reduced since earlier in our relationship. What was once maybe.. two to three terrors a night, is now whittled down to one, and even then itâs not every night anymore. You help me a lot, Cameron. Thank youâ
The man grinned and blushed, playfully waving you off. His joking manner on display to make you feel better. âItâs all in the days work, my loveâ
Sitting together and eating breakfast on the island, you and Cameron conversed like normal. You talked about any and everything. Deciding what to do with your day, you stood to collect your empty plates.
The shrill ring of Cameronâs phone entered the space, he put the phone to his ear with the first ring.
âHey Phill, whatâs up?⊠Iâm good, just finished breakfast.. about to get the day started.. yeah sheâs here, weâre about toââ
You turned to look at your boyfriend whose eyebrows softly furrowed, a more serious look on his face. You matched his demeanor.
Hurriedly, Cameron stood and ushered you to follow him. Your feet padded to the living room where he turned on the TV.
âOkay slow down, which channel?â Cameron channel surfed until he caught onto the one needed.
You didnât need to watch the live coverage to digest what the channel header had displayed.
âCONVICTED KILDARE COUNTY MURDERER ESCAPED FROM GREENSBORO PRISONâ
If it wasnât that headline that took your breath away, it was the simple picture of Rafe Cameronâs mugshot that sent you reeling into darkness.
You were at Cameronâs feet with ease.
.
When you came to, you were on a couch. Not your couch but a couch, a blanket over your body, a pillow under your head, and a cold rag on your forehead.
Your eyes fluttered open and recognized the surrounding faces from above. You first noticed Cameron who wore a look of concern and stroking your hair.
âThere she is. Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?â He caressed the side of your face.
âDid I faint?â Cameron nodded, âwhat happened?â
Your boyfriend sighed, a small wince to his words, âdo you really wanna know?â
He didnât need to explain because your mind was already working faster than him. It felt any time you closed your eyes, you were taken back two years ago when you were fighting for your life.
Rafe.
Tears immediately blurred your eyes, fear taking over you. âOh no.. please tell me I was dreaming. He didnât actually escape, did he?â
The wetness slid down your cheeks as you looked around the group. Your friends sat on the opposite couchâ Jamie, Brandon, Cassie, Phill, and Amelia. Their faces mirrored Cameronâsâ somber and nervous.
Cameronâs words were cut off by your sobs. His hands softly took you by the arms and hauled into his chest where you squeezed him, face buried in his sweatshirt.
âTheyâre working as hard as they can, baby, I swear. The cops called and I spoke to them, okay? Theyâre working around the clock, theyâve got posters up so people know his face, theyâve got units patrolling everywhere. Theyâre on the ball, I promise. And so i amâ I brought us hereâ
The more you looked around, the more confusion Cameron could notice in your eyes.
âThis isnât our couch or our living roomââ
âThatâs because itâs an Airbnb from my parents, itâs as off the grid as can be. No one knows where this is except my parents and I. If we know how psychos like Rafe works, we know heâs going to hit every home the people heâs targeting. And from what i know, heâs targeting every one of youâ
Cameronâs determined eyes darted to your friends.
âHe canât seek out what he canât find. Weâre safe hereâ Cameron glanced down at you, caressing your face again. âYouâre safe hereâ
For once in a moment, you felt at ease. Sighing quietly, you nodded and leaned into your boyfriend, kissing him sweetly on the lips.
âThank youâ
He smiles softly and sends you a wink. âAll you have to do is relax. Iâll take care of everything, itâll all be okayâ
A comforting silence dawned on the group but was soon cut short by the sound of your stomach growling.
âI was just going to ask about thatâ Amelia chuckled, âwe noticed there wasnât any food or perishables for us while weâre holed up here. Is there anything close for us to grab? Even just for tonight?â
Cameron was soon standing, grabbing a set of car keys and throwing on his jacket. âI know a place. Itâs about ten minutes into the main road, Iâll grab us some essentialsâ
You pulled on his arm, glancing up in worry. âYouâre not going out there alone, are you? Surely Jamie or Brandon can tag along? Itâs too dangerous, Camâ
Leaning down and kissing your lips, Cameron only smiled. âIâll be okay, baby, I promise. If it makes you feel better, yâknow I carry. Itâs loaded and in the car, Iâll be safeâ
Your boyfriend was stubborn and you knew that. If he had his mind made up, there was no convincing him otherwise. And now? He seemed certain.
All you could do was sigh and nod, sending him another kiss on his way out.
You tried to relax on the couch again but with Cameron gone and the thought that Rafe could be anywhere, it was hard to do so. Suddenly all of your friends stood.
âWe could all use a smoke break right now. You in?â Brandon teased, pulling out a freshly rolled joint. The offer sounded tempting enough but you had to be on your Pâs and Qâs.
âMaybe after we eat. I just donât have an appetite knowing Cameron isnât near meâ
Your friends understood your urgency and hauled themselves up, also tossing on their jackets.
âTry to breathe. Weâll stay close so if you need us, just shoutâ Amelia reassured with a hand on your arm, her smile warm and comforting.
âWeâll be right back!â Phil called from the front door where they all gathered. Soon the sound of the opened and closed door was all you knew.
The Airbnb was empty and made of two stories. The upstairs and the downstairs. The living room was decently welcomingâ carpeted floors, a landline cordless phone, a coffee table, a TV, a shelf full of CDs and movies. Curtains on the windows.
Maybe you could relax?
A sudden ring from the landline honestly scared the hell out of you. You tried to ignore it because this wasnât your house but when the ringing wouldnât stop, you got fed up.
With the phone to your ear, you groaned. âCadeâs residence, can I take a message?â
The voice on the other line only chuckled darkly, breathing heavily. âYou are the message, pretty girlâ
Chills raced down your spine and your heart immediately plummeted. You recognized the distorted, fake voice.. and the pet name.
âR-Rafe?â You muttered in complete terror, tears burning your eyes and in your throat.
âIâve missed you, you know? Thought about you every day since you got me put away. You were so brave on that stand.. such a pretty girl when you cry..â
The voice continued to taunt you. Where was Cameron?
The tears streamed down your face with ease. âWhat do you want with me? With my friends? We didnât do anything wrongâ
The voice laughed again. âOh, (Y/N).. baby.. itâs not your coked out, pothead friends I care about, itâs you. Itâs all about you. I wouldnât worry about them though, it seems like theyâve got their heads tied into something else..â
You were already on your feet. You wouldnât dare to open the front door but you did sneakily peer past the curtain blinds.
Your gasp was surprisingly silent as you took in the sight: Amelia, Brandon, Cassie, Jamie, and Phill were all laid out in the snowâ dead. Eyes gauged and their throats slit, blood everywhere, turning the white snow pink.
âThey were just in the way. Thatâs always been your reality, sweetheart. Thereâs no one to protect you anymore, (Y/N), thereâs nowhere to run, (Y/N). And now? The showâs about to beginâ
With a swiftness, the entire cabin like Airbnb went dark. In the same breath, the wooden front door suddenly got broken into by a strong force. Filling the doorway was the same menacing figure thatâs been haunting you.
Dressed in black, heavy duty boots, and the white, screaming ghoul of a mask. Your eyes drifted down to his handsâ one empty, one holding the biggest knife youâd ever seen.
You pathetically tried to make a run for it in the opposite direction but the figure was faster.. stronger.
He ran and grabbed you from behind, his weapon hand raised and ready to strike. You jabbed your elbow into their gut, turning and striking them with the landline phone.
You tried to run again but with a sweep of your foot by the killer, you landed hard on the ground. You cried out, turning on your back.
You tried to crawl away but with a sick swiftness, the heavy duty boot of the killer crushed down on your ankle. Your scream was blood curdling, a strong set of tears trailing out of your eyes.
âR-Rafe, please, Iâm sorry!â
You watched the figure stand above you, bending down until your face and his mask basically touched. He grazed the blade against your cheek, watching you squirm.
You were going to die.
But instead of slitting your throat like you expected, he sent the meanest, hardest backhand. Your head whipped to the side, body falling flat to the ground.
Your vision before you was spotty despite the dark cabin. The last thing you saw was the front door opening revealing Cameron.
He called after you but you didnât hear it. After tackling the killer, you did hear something..
âCâmon man, I told you not to hit her that fuckinâ hardâ
.
When you woke again, this time you were in a bed. The vision similar to before except it was just Cameron staring down at you.
This time when you saw him, you werenât exactly thrilled or comforted.
âOh thank Godâ Cameron breathed, taking your face into his hands, âbaby, youâre up. Are you okay?â
You could only look at Cameron, your heart nervously beating. When you didnât respond, Cameron didnât skip a beat.
âDonât even worry about it. That guyâs gone.. Rafe is gone.. Iâve got the car warmed up and your things packed, we can get the fuck out of hereââ
His hands and arms slid under your neck and legs ready to pick you up but you stopped him.
âWhat did you say?â You muttered, eyes boring into his greenish hazels. He frowned softly.
âHuh?â
You continued staring at Cameron Cade, âyou.. you said Rafe is goneâ
Cameron hesitated, ât-thatâs not what I meant, only meaning that heâs not in the area. We can exit and exit fast, okay?â
He went to pick you up again only to be stopped once more. âYou also said something else.. just before I lost consciousness. You told him not to hit me that hard?â
Finally, Cameron let your body go. His shoulders slumped, eyes averting down to his feet, his breathing going just shallow. You watched his chest heave, he didnât say anything else.
You were surprised when you hopped up on your good ankle, made a hobbled run for the exit, and Cameron didnât try to stop you.
That was until you ran into a brick of a build, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up, watching the figure grab their gloved hand and remove the mask. You wanted to drop dead.
âHi sweetheartâ.
Rafe Cameron stood before you. Still standing at his tall stature, he was way more muscular and toned. He didnât have his messy hair, instead opted for a buzzed head. His facial features were much more defined and cut. You didnât miss the dark tint to his baby blues, that probably scared you the most.
You hobbled back and away until you met the front of Cameron Cadeâs chest. His arms slithered around your front.
âHey, itâs okayâ He whispered in your ear, his lips placing open mouth kisses on the shell of your ear and on the side of your neck. âItâs okay.. heâs not gonna hurt you.. At least not anymore.. ainât that right, Rafe?â
Rafe Cameron only chuckled, his smile lines much more apparent. He tore off the black gown, now draped in cargo pants and a beige long sleeved shirt.
You immediately made out his huge biceps through the material.
âAh man, I canât get one more hit in?â Rafe smiled devilishly, suddenly appearing in front of you, the blade twinkling in his hold. His grip on your chin was rough, âI think I deserve it for being served a life fucking sentenceâ
Your boyfriend chuckled from behind, lips still kissing your skin. âI think youâd feel better after what we do to her.. maybe even during..â
Cameron tossed your body harshly on the bed, discarding you to the side like trash. You landed on your back, eyes glancing up at the two men.
They only stared at you menacingly. This couldnât be real.
âW-Why?â Is all you could say.
âYâknowâ Rafe began, âmaybe sheâs still a bit concussed from two years ago. Letâs break it down for her, say Cam?â Rafe grinned. Cameron sat the closest to you.
âBaby, Rafe and I go way back. Heâs been my best friend since..â Cameron looked to Rafe, Rafe who leaned over and kissed Cameron on the cheek.
âMiddle school. Then it was high school and college.. technically weâve been together longer than both of your relationships with us combined. Camâs my leading guy. So you can imagine how he felt when he learned that you got me put in prison for almost the rest of my fucking lifeâ
Cameron let out a dramatic breath, eying you, âdevastated. I was actually at the sentencing that day and thatâs when I really met you. Thatâs when I heard it. I didnât need to know you to know what a fucking liar you were. And since then, I vowed vengeance. To do what I know Rafe couldnât at the timeâ
It felt like your tears were nonstop as you looked between the two men. They looked at you with no remorse, instead donning sick smiles.
âAm I g-gonna die?â You mumbled, âyou finally have me to yourself, Rafe. I remembered the look you gave me in the court room.. Youâd kill me then if you couldâve. Iâm here and I canât run. You can finally get your wish.. both of youâ
Both men pursed their lips in pouts, almost like they were mocking you. Rafe grazed the knife blade across your cheek.
âAww, chin up, sweetheart. Thatâd be too easy and too.. finalâ Rafe smiled. ââM not gonna kill you, not as much as Iâd like to because Iâm still so fucking angry with you. But I think thereâs a better idea.. courtesy of your boyfriendâ
Cameron mirrored Rafeâs smile. He cupped your face, grazing his thumb against your bottom lip. He leaned in, replacing his thumb with his lips and kissed you hungrily.
A part of your body urged to melt into Cameron and kiss him back, but it was hard with your murderous ex being stage and center. You couldnât close your eyes and relax.
Rafe mustâve read your mind. He laced a hand in your hair, massaging. He knew what to do.
âOh, donât mind me, baby. Iâll play my role later.. just wanna watch for now..â
In the same breath of Cameron kissing you almost breathless, Rafe leaned more into Cameron, his breath splaying over the back of his neck. Rafeâs own lips began kissing up Cameronâs neck.. up to his ear. You heard Cameron groan lowly.
âBefore either of us met you, sweetheart, Cameron and I liked fucking pussy together.. even tried a few things with each other..â
Cameronâs mouth found your jaw and eventually your neck, you choked back a moan but it was useless. Why try to hide it when this is clearly what was keeping you alive?
Before Rafe navigated to your side, he tugged on Cameronâs arm, pulling the man from your neck. Cameron Cade gave Rafe Cameron a heated once over and a smirk before kissing him full on the lips.
It wasnât a peck or a simple one off kissâ both men fully began making out. Their mouths moved beautifully in sync with one another, Cameronâs hand coming to cup Rafeâs jaw.
You felt sick for not looking away.. even feeling yourself getting a bit hot watching them. Lust clouded both sets of eyes when they locked in on you.
âHow about for old times sake, huh, Cam?â
.
Time collapsed into what felt like nothing. Every time you blinked, something was new. A new position, a new face, a new sensation.
You were naked. Naked and lying against the strong chest of your ex boyfriend. His hands groped and caressed your bare breasts, often zeroing in on your nipples and squeezing them.
In between your legs was Cameron Cadeâ eating your pussy like a man thatâs never eaten before. His big hands secured around your thighs to keep you from running or pulling back.
You were on your way to orgasm number two thanks to him, and Rafe was there to see it all. Speaking of Rafe..
âThat feel good, baby?â He whispered in to it ear, you whimpered and nodded, looking up at him. Rafe growled, a soft, fucked out look to your eyes.
He grabbed your jaw harshly and connected your lips hungrily. He forced his tongue past your lips and mingled filthily with your own. He pulled back. âCâmon, baby open upâ
On your tongue, Rafe dribbled a line of spit. He watched you swallow expertly.. still staring him dead in the eye.
âSuch a fuckinâ slut.. traitorous, lying, slut. Fuck, I still love youâ
You blinked. No Rafe behind you but instead Rafe kneeling beside your head, your mouth full and taking his length. With his hands on your head, Rafe thrust his hips steadily.
You blinked. No Cameron between your legs with his mouth on you but instead Cameron was already deep inside of you. His cock was thick and already massaging your walls, not nicely either.
He fucked you with a purpose.. hard and rough. One leg draped over his shoulder, Cameron hugged it to his chest.
Everyone was a loud, moaning mess.
âGod, I missed this fucking throatâ Rafe groaned out, hand dropping down to grab at your breast. âYou fuckinâ bitch, I canât believe you tried to take me away from itâ
You moaned around his cock, your tongue circling his bulbous tip and sucking as best as you could.
âHer pussyâs even better, Rafeâ Cameron gripped your leg tighter and fucked you deeper, he turned his head and kissed your ankle. âYou think both of us can fit inside of her?â
Rafe chuckled, âyou know weâll make it fit.. Iâm sure sheâll love it. Wonât you, sweetheart?â
Rafe pulled himself free from your lips, a trail of spit leaving. You nodded almost immediately. âPleaseâ your voice barely above a whisper.
The men didnât move off completely, instead smirking at each other. You blinked and they were kissing again, this time their tongues mingled.
Cameron continued thrusting into you, eyes deep on Rafe. He grabbed Rafeâs chin, running his thumb over Rafeâs wet bottom lip.
âGimme someâ Cameron lowly commanded, Rafe smiled something evil. Their eyes stayed locked in as Rafe dropped his own spit into Cameronâs palm.
Their eyes stayed locked, even when Cameron wrapped his wet hand around the base of Rafeâs dick and began stroking. Rafeâs eyes faltered closed for a brief moment, a grunt slipping past his lips.
The room was hot, more than just the body temperature of three people in a confinement. The energy was through the roof, you forgot for a moment what the hell even had you in this situation.
You blinked again. No longer on your back, instead straddling Cameron Cade. Rafe Cameron wasnât far away at all.
Both men were positioned at your entrances, awaiting to who was going first. Rafe did the honors, surging his cock in your canal from behind.
He moaned loudly, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass. His hand came down on the same flesh hard, you cried out from both feelings.
âFuck, I could cum just like this. I forgot how fucking tight you were.. how wet you gotâ Rafe said through gritted teeth.
âGot anymore space in there for me, baby?â Cameron said from below you, one hand holding your face, the other on the base of himself, his tip running against your clit.
He pushed inside, your eyes immediately shut in a brief moment of pain. Both men packed heavy, how they managed to fit inside of you, you couldnât comprehend.
You just felt so.. full.
Eyes fluttering closed, your walls fluttering around their lengths. Your brain was scrambled, no thoughts just pure pleasure.
Both men began pumping, even their thrusts were in sync and of perfect rhythm. Push and pull, back and forth, dragging against your walls.
âWish you could see her face, Rafeâ Cameron chuckled, his hands caressing your cheeks as he fucked up into you.
âYeah?â Rafe called out, âa cock drunk slut, huh?â
âMhm, look like she canât even think straight.. we canât blame you, can we, baby? Weâre stretchinâ this pussy real good, yeah?â
All you could do was nod.. but Cameron Cade wasnât having it. Using his four fingers, he gave your cheek a soft but firm strike, making you whimper.
âIâon give a fuck how good this shit is, you know how I feel about responding. When I ask you a question, I expect a fuckinâ answer. You understand me?â
You nodded your head vigorously, âyes!â
âYes, what?â
âYes, daddy!â
Cameron smiled, clearly pleased and pecking your lips. âGood fuckinâ girl, baby.. good job. Youâre takinâ us so fuckinâ good..â
Rafe growled, a bit of jealously getting the best of him. He roughly took you by your curls and hauled you up, back to his chest. Caging you with a bicep around your collarbones, he fucked into you wildly.
âWhereâs all that for me, huh? Youâre still my good girl after all this time?â Rafe whispered in your ear.
His free hand slid down your stomach until he reached your sopping center, his two fingers teasingly caressing your button.
You felt tears budding in your eyes, you could feel the intensity of your orgasm just around the corner.
âYâknow I had you first technicallyâ Rafe said loud enough for Cameron to hear, sending a smirk his way. âHear that, Cade? I had her first, I popped her cherry, I got this pussy familiar with me. Didnât I? Huh, baby? The way youâre squeezinâ me.. she missed meâ
You nodded, eyes open and glassy, looking up at Rafe. âY-yesâ
Rafe chuckled. âOooh, Cameron, I think sheâs close. Has she been a good girl for us tonight?â His hand slithered across your throat and squeezed. âGood enough for me to not wanna snap this pretty little neck?â
Cameronâs hands up and down your body before finding your pelvis, he circled your clit tightly. âOh yeah, I think so. Sheâs creaminâ on me.. I know she needed thisâ
Rafe nodded, âyou heard him, sweetheart.. gâahead and make a mess on us..â
Your release hit you like the hardest freight train you could imagine. Your tight canal borderline suffocated both men, walls sporadic and throbbing.
And still, they continued to fuck you through it. Your scream was loud enough to break a glass, your throat was sore.
Maybe it was the fact that Rafe squeezed your throat harder as he chased his orgasm that had your consciousness going in and out.
âFuck, Cameron, Iâm gonna cum, I canât hold it. She feels so goodâ Pleasure had Rafeâs eyebrows furrowed.
Cameron gripped your hips hard. âDonât hold back, âm right there tooâ
Rafe snuck one last look at Cameron before smiling. âI fuckinâ missed you, buddyâ
Cameron winked, âI missed you moreâ
Always perfectly in sync, both men let loose, shoving themselves as deeper as they could go.
Their hips stuttered, streams flowing inside of you and filling you like a basin. But it was too much, some of course leaked out and onto the sheets.
You were out like a light as soon as Rafe pulled out. Still the same rude and brooding, the dirty blonde simply let your body collapse on top of Cameron, not a care in the world.
Cameron Cade rolled his eyes at the dirty blonde as he rubbed your back and stroked your hair.
âFuck, Rafe. Try being a little nicer when she wakes up, yeah?â
It was Rafeâs turn to roll his eyes. âWeâll see if I still donât wanna kill herâ