Chapter 20

A big Kool-Aid grin broke over his face as if he’d just won the lottery or something. “What do you want to do? We could go for a swim, watch TV, maybe go out and buy you a new outfit?”

We’d finished our breakfast, and I wanted him. “Do you think you can carry me up those stairs again without having a heart attack?” I said saucily.

His eyes lit up. “No promises, but I’ll try.” He stood up and made a little show of stretching out his arms like he was going to try to carry a couple of bales of hay or something. He responded to my bewildered looks. “Just warming up.”

I giggled. “Oh, my God, I’ll just walk up the stairs, really.”

“Oh, no, I got this,” he said playfully.

“C’mon, then, old man.”

When I stood up, he scooped me into his arms. Fortunately, we made it upstairs without too much trouble; I think he had been putting in some cardio time when I wasn’t around, as we got up the stairs with a lot less huffing and puffing than a few weeks ago. He set me down gently on the bed, and I quickly slipped out of my little shorts and t-shirt. After he stripped out of his clothes, he slid into bed beside me, grabbed his laptop, and fiddled with the keys. It only took him a couple of seconds, and he had one of my videos up on the big screen. Almost every time we had sex now, he recorded it so we could watch it together later, or I could watch it by myself.

“Mmm, one of my favorites, little darlin’.”

I liked this one too. He called it Alone. He’d purchased another giant 80-inch TV and mounted it right above the headboard, so now there were two massive screens in the room, one on the wall at the foot of the bed and another at the head. In this particular clip, he’d shot a video of me touching myself and having several orgasms. But the special thing about this clip was that I was rubbing my pussy while I was getting roughly fucked on the big screen behind me.

Derek had gotten some awesome close-ups and managed to have the background video images blurred; it was a cool effect. “Look at you, Jenna. You hit the biological jackpot. Your skin is so perfect, so smooth...” The camera showed my face in pre-orgasmic pleasure. “And look how beautiful you are! My God, it’s almost a shame the rest of the world can’t see you like I see you. You put every porn star to shame!”

He said that quite often now, and I was slowly starting to believe some of it. We had watched quite a few porn clips together, and while I often enjoyed the pretty porn girls and handsome, inhumanly well-hung guys, I also managed to watch them with a critical eye. I noticed when the lighting was too harsh, or the camera angle was awkward and didn’t artistically capture the action. Sometimes, the girl looked high, while others looked bored and were just going through the motions. I also noticed minor imperfections on some of the girls, like razor bumps above their vaginas, pimples on their bottoms, and little dark hairs around their assholes. The more porn we watched, the more I thought Derek might be right. I looked better than most of those girls, and a lot of the time, my performance was better than theirs. I was just losing myself in the moment and not really trying.

“Maybe you’re right,” I whispered.

I continued to watch myself on the screen, forgetting about him for a moment. But when his strong, warm hands encircled my waist, I instantly came alive at his touch. I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and the switch in my mind flipped to on ... and the tingles began sparking throughout my body.

We leaned in together, and our mouths hungrily met. His kisses were so soft, so loving, and they took all my fears and worries away. Our tongues danced slowly and sensually as his body crushed against mine. His hand gently held my left cheek, the one Daddy had hit, and he lifted his head up a little.

“I’ll never hit you, baby girl.”

I knew he wouldn’t. It just wasn’t in him. “Make love to me, Derek,” I whispered. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it like that, but at the moment, I needed to be loved and cared for.

“One second, okay?” He gave me a wink and fiddled with his laptop for a moment. Instantly, the images on the TV screens changed to show a live video of us on the bed. We had made a few more purchases since that first weekend I spent with Derek; now, we had three cameras. He’d mounted one on each side of the bed, and the third was kept as a portable device that he liked to use for close-ups. He set the outputs, for now, to just be the two mounted cameras, so the image on the screen in front of us was from the right camera, and the image on the opposite wall was from the left. Wherever we looked, we could see ourselves live.

Satisfied with the setup, he rolled over on top of me, and without a word, he adjusted his body so his cock found my entrance. My pussy was a wet, hot mess, and I was more than ready for him. He pressed forward, and that intense, wonderful sensation began, that feeling of his big, hard cock entering me, promising to fuck me well and bring me to orgasm, bring us to orgasm. My legs immediately wrapped around his torso, and I locked my ankles together, trapping him deep inside me. His slow but forceful strokes stretched me open and made my clitoris tingle as he bottomed out inside me time and again in slow but powerful movements.