Inside my bedroom, I kicked off my heels and dropped onto the chair in front of my laptop.

I opened the app I’d been secretly using for weeks—Eclipse, a members-only site for people with darker tastes.

Most users were just looking for hookups, but something about the anonymity kept pulling me back.

A new friend request popped up.

No real photo, just a default silhouette.

Username: Shadow37.

I accepted.

Shadow37: You’re really 20?

Me: Yes. College sophomore. You?

Shadow37: 37. That bother you?

Me: No. I go by how I feel.

The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.

Shadow37: We could try something online first. Light control. You interested?

My pulse jumped. I typed back quickly.

Me: Okay… but no face on camera. And I won’t make any noise.

Shadow37: Good girl.

The words sent a shiver down my spine.

A video call request appeared almost immediately.

I grabbed my laptop, moved to the thick rug in the corner, and covered the camera with my hand before accepting.

His side of the screen showed a strong male throat and the edge of a charcoal robe. Nothing else. His voice came through low and rough.

“Turn your camera on.”

I hesitated, then set the laptop down and switched it on, angling it so only my body from the neck down showed. The silk dress clung to my curves.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Yes.”

He made a low sound of approval. “Good. We’ll go slow tonight. Rest now.”

The call ended just like that.

I stared at the blank screen, heart racing.

I sent one more message before I could stop myself.

Me: Your voice makes my legs weak. I like it.

No reply.

Disappointed but strangely wired, I grabbed my phone and started searching.

I watched videos I never would have opened a month ago—women tied up, spanked, made to obey.

One clip showed a girl bent over a man’s lap, skirt flipped up, panties pulled tight between her buttocks. His hand came down hard. The sound of flesh on flesh filled my earbuds. She moaned and pushed back for more.

I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself grow slick.

When the man in the video spread her buttocks and slapped her pussy, wet sounds echoing, I couldn’t look away.

My own fingers drifted under my dress, brushing over damp fabric.

I pictured Shadow37’s low voice giving commands.

My breathing grew shallow.

I changed into fresh panties afterward, face burning, and fell into bed.

Sleep came fast, but my dreams were anything but innocent.

The next morning I slept in.

I raced downstairs at eleven, barefoot in a soft sleep shirt that barely reached mid-thigh.

I could hear my mom laughed too loud at something her new husband said.

“Morning!” a deep voice said from the living room.

My latest stepfather, Damien Blackwood, sat on the sofa, laptop open on his knee, wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

He was thirty-seven, a tech CEO who built his empire from nothing. Rich. Distant. And way too easy on the eyes.

His eyes flicked over me, slow and unreadable.

I dropped onto the cushion beside him, closer than I probably should have.

His body heat reached me immediately.

“Late night?” he asked, voice low.

“Just…sleeplessness,” I mumbled, grabbing the remote.

“Lila, I'm heading out to party with my friends. You'll be home with your daddy, alright?” my mom said.

“Okay…”

Mom stepped out happily.

Then, the silence stretched.

I could feel Damien watching me.

When I shifted, my bare leg brushed his thigh.

Neither of us moved away.

My mind was somewhere else—on the stranger who’d called me a good girl.

A few minutes later the housekeeper called from the kitchen. “Mr. Blackwood, lunch is ready.”

Damien stood up.

As he walked past, my eyes dropped—completely by accident—to the front of his perfectly tailored pants.

A huge, obvious bulge strained against the dark fabric. It looked thick and heavy, twitching slightly as he moved.

My mouth went dry. Heat rushed between my legs before I could stop it.

I quickly looked away, cheeks burning.

Morning wood!

That had to be it!

Still, I couldn’t stop picturing it.

At the dining table I ate without tasting anything, my mind replaying that image on loop. When I finally opened Eclipse after lunch, my fingers shook a little as I typed.

Me: Why do guys get hard randomly? Like… in the morning?

No answer. I kept typing, strangely comfortable spilling secrets to a man I’d never met.

Me: Last night after our call I watched some videos. Got really turned on. Wet, even.

Shadow37: Where?

Me: My pussy.

Shadow37: Video. Now.

My stomach flipped.

I moved to my desk, angled the camera at my chest and the sunlit window behind me, and accepted the call.

His voice came through, calm but commanding.

“Did I give you permission to watch those videos?”

“No…” I whispered.

“We’re doing this my way from now on. A few online sessions. If you keep up, we meet in person. Understood?”

“Yes.” My voice came out breathy.

“Curtains closed. Go to the bed. Show me how wet you are.”

I obeyed without thinking, carrying the laptop over and spreading my legs toward the camera.

His instructions rolled over me like silk and steel.

“Two fingers on your clit. Slow circles. Don’t stop until I say.”

I touched myself exactly as he directed, soft gasps slipping out as pleasure built fast.

My hips rocked. My thighs trembled.

When the pressure became too much, I came hard, soaking the sheets beneath me.

On his end, the camera angle shifted.

I watched a large, veined cock appear, thick and flushed. A strong hand wrapped around it and stroked with perfect control.

I couldn’t look away.

He finished with a low groan. White sperm landed across tight abs.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You made me this hard.”

The call ended, but the ache inside me didn’t.

I lay back on the bed, flushed and breathing hard.

My mind kept flashing between the stranger’s thick cock and the massive bulge in Damien’s pants this morning.

Two different men…Both making me ache in ways I didn’t understand.

I didn’t know which one scared me more.

I floated down from the high, legs still shaky.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, I collapsed face-down on my bed like a starfish and passed out.

When I woke up, the sky outside was dark.

A car door slammed, followed by my mom’s loud laugh echoing through the house.

“Lila! Mom’s home!”

She didn’t knock.

She just pushed my door open, Damien right behind her in a sharp black suit.

They both looked ready for a fancy event.

“We have a charity gala tonight,” Mom said, checking her diamond earrings in my mirror. “Be good, study or whatever. We’ll be back late.”

I stood by the window and watched their Bentley disappear down the long driveway.

The house felt too quiet. Too empty.

Thirty minutes later, I heard the front door open again.

My heart jumped. They couldn’t be back already.

I grabbed the first thing I saw — a heavy metal tennis racket from the corner — and crept downstairs, gripping the railing.

The living room looked empty.

I turned around and nearly screamed.

Damien stood in the shadows by the tall bookshelves, watching me.

I dropped the racket with a loud clatter.

“Daddy… what are you doing back?” My voice came out small.

I took a step back.

He bent down, picked up the racket, and held it out to me.

His fingers brushed mine.

I could smell the whiskey on him.

“The gala was boring,” he said simply.

His eyes were darker than usual.

“We need to talk about the morning. In the living room. When you saw me hard.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My stomach flipped. I backed up fast.

“I know you saw it, Lila.” His voice dropped lower. “My cock got rock hard because of you.”

Shock hit me like ice water.

“You’re crazy. Stay away from me!”

I turned to run, but he caught my wrist in one smooth move.

“I’m not your real daddy,” he said, stepping closer. “And I know you feel it too. The way you look at me. The way you sat right next to me this morning.”

“Let go! You’re disgusting!”

Tears stung my eyes.

My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe.

The room started spinning.

Damien guided me to the sofa and crouched in front of me, one hand gently on my shoulder.

“Breathe, baby. Slow. I’ve got you.”

I sucked in shaky breaths until the panic loosened its grip.

The second I could, I shoved him and ran upstairs, locking my door behind me.

I spent the rest of the night curled under my blankets, mind racing.

Around three in the morning, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I opened Eclipse.

Shadow37 was online!

I sent a video call request before I could chicken out.

He answered but kept his camera off.

“Can you turn your camera on?” I whispered. “I just… I need to see you.”

“Not yet,” he said softly. “But tomorrow you’ll complete a task for me outside. If you do well, we meet in person soon.”

“Okay,” I breathed. “Can I just… listen to you breathe while I fall asleep?”

There was a long pause.

“Lie down,” he ordered gently. “I’m right here.”

I put the phone on my pillow and closed my eyes.

His slow, steady breathing filled my ear. For the first time that day, I felt safe.

The next morning, his message woke me early.

Shadow37: Go to this address. The Beverly Hills Gardens Hotel. Find the package exactly where the photo shows. Take it to a bathroom and put it inside you. Then take public transport home. No excuses.

He sent a photo of a small black box.

My stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement.

I told the housekeeper I was meeting friends and left the house.

The hotel garden was beautiful and quiet.

I found the package hidden behind a large planter.

Inside was a long, slim, pink vibrating toy — soft silicone, not too thick.

The instructions said it was perfect for beginners and would drive me crazy without stretching me.

I texted him from the hotel restroom.

“It’s too big… I’m too dry. I can’t get it in.”

He sent back a picture that made my knees weak — his thick cock gripped in his fist, the fat head shiny with precum, veins bulging.

My pussy instantly throbbed and got slick.

I spread my legs on the toilet seat, rubbed my clit until I was dripping, then slowly pushed the toy deep inside me.

It felt strange and full.

Every movement made it shift against my walls.

“I’m ready,” I typed, biting my lip.

“Good girl. I’m turning it on.”

The toy buzzed to life, then started thrusting and pulsing inside me like a real cock.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to stay quiet.

The walk back to the street was torture.

Every step made it rub against that perfect spot.

By the time I reached the curb, my legs were shaking.

I was about to call an Uber when a familiar black Bentley pulled up beside me.

The window rolled down.

Damien looked at me with calm, knowing eyes.

“Need a ride home, Lila?”

I froze!

The slim vibrating toy buried deep in my pussy suddenly switched modes and started thrusting harder, faster, like a thick cock pounding into me.

My knees almost buckled.

I stood frozen on the curb, thighs pressed tight together.

“Get in,” Damien said, voice smooth and low.

He leaned over and pushed open the passenger door.

I didn’t have a choice.

I slid into the seat, pulling the door shut as quickly as I could.

The second my ass hit the leather, the toy drove even deeper with a strong pulse.

“Ah—” I bit my lip hard to choke back the moan.

Damien raised an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

“N-no. Just… tired.”

I shook my head fast, gripping the edge of the seat.

He started driving, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh.

Every bump in the road made the toy shift and thrust inside me.

My pussy clenched around it, soaking wet and noisy.

I could hear the faint, filthy wet sounds if I listened closely.

I crossed my legs and hunched forward, trying to hide how badly I was shaking.

“Sit up straight,” Damien said calmly.

I obeyed without thinking.

The new angle made the toy hit a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

A tiny whimper escaped me.

His eyes flicked to me.

“You’re flushed. Are you sick?”

I shook my head again, biting my knuckle.

The toy was relentless now — thrusting, vibrating, rubbing right against my g-spot.

My nipples were hard against my thin top.

The drive home felt endless.

I was panting quietly, trying so hard to stay silent.

My hips started rocking on their own, grinding against the seat.

Damien reached behind my seat and pulled out a soft cashmere blanket. He draped it over my lap without a word.

“Thank you,” I whispered, voice cracking.

He didn’t reply.

He just kept driving, but I swore the corner of his mouth twitched.

Closer to the mansion, the toy suddenly went wild — full speed, deep, pounding thrusts.

My eyes rolled back.

“Oh god—” I couldn’t hold it. A sharp cry tore from my throat as pleasure crashed over me.

My pussy spasmed hard around the toy, gushing wet heat all over the blanket and the seat.

My whole body shook violently.

I gripped the door handle, moaning helplessly as the orgasm ripped through me.

Everything went black for a second.

When I came to, the car was parked inside the garage.

The toy had finally stopped.

I was slumped in the seat, thighs trembling, breathing like I’d run a marathon.

Damien turned off the engine.

He looked at me with dark, intense eyes.

The garage was dim.

My body was still trembling from the aftershocks, the toy buried deep inside me slick with my release.

I couldn’t meet his gaze.

My cheeks burned with shame and lingering pleasure.

“Lila,” he said, voice low and rough, the same timbre that had haunted my dreams for weeks. “Look at me.”

I slowly lifted my eyes.

His face was shadowed, but the hunger there was unmistakable.

He reached out, his large hand cupping my chin, thumb brushing my lower lip.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” he murmured. “Walking around the house in that tiny sleep shirt. Sitting so close to me yesterday. Staring at my cock like you wanted it. And now… this.”

His other hand slid under the blanket, pressing against the soaked fabric between my thighs.

I gasped as he felt the outline of the still-buried toy.

“You put this inside you...”

My breath hitched.

“How… how do you know?”

A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.

“Because I am Shadow37, baby. I’ve been watching you. Waiting for you to be ready.”