Chapter 14: Reward and ruin

Sam lay in bed, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was still vibrating with the euphoria of his first sexual experience, the memory of Lila’s warmth and the incredible sensation of being inside her replaying in his head. On the other hand, a gnawing unease settled in his stomach—Madison had watched it all. The thought made him feel exposed, violated, though the irony that he’d been the one spying on her was lost on him.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, jolting him from his thoughts. He hesitated before picking it up.

Madison: You’ve been a good boy today. You deserve a reward. Turn on my bedroom cam.

Sam’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t want to—he shouldn’t—but the lure of Madison’s words was undeniable.

Another text came through.

Madison: And remember, I know if you’re watching or not.

The implied threat was clear. Sam sighed, his fingers trembling as he unlocked his laptop and navigated to the security feed. The screen flickered to life, showing Madison’s bedroom in sharp clarity.

She was there, sitting naked on the bed in a way that left no doubt about her intentions. Her body was angled toward the camera, her posture relaxed yet provocative, with her back against the headboard and her knees bent slightly. She brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them slowly with her tongue, her eyes locked on the lens. Then, with deliberate movements, she trailed her slick fingers down to her breasts, circling and pinching her nipples until they hardened into stiff peaks. Her legs parted just enough to reveal her wet, glistening pussy, the soft light catching the sheen of her arousal.

“You’re a good boy,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “Come get your reward.”

Sam’s breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t look away.

Madison shifted on the bed, turning gracefully onto all fours, her body now positioned with her ass facing the direction her husband would approach, but her face turned directly toward the camera. Her eyes locked firmly onto the lens, where she knew Sam was watching, a knowing glint in them. Her husband entered the frame, his movements casual, oblivious to the fact that Madison’s words weren’t for him. He knelt behind her, fisting his hard cock in one hand before guiding it to her slick entry. With a slow, deliberate push, he sank into her, filling her completely.