Chapter 89 Sex Tape

Chapter 89 Sex Tape
Gianna

I wait until I hear his footsteps disappear before letting out a long breath.

Finally.

Time to get some work done before eight o'clock arrives.

I finish the soup while it's still warm, then carry the empty bowl downstairs. When I return to my room, my desk is already buried beneath notebooks, highlighters, and printed lecture slides. Dmitry peeks through the doorway, takes one look at the mess, and quietly raises both hands in surrender.

"I'll leave the genius to it."

"You should," I reply with a small smile.

He grins before closing the door behind him, finally giving me the privacy I'd asked for all day.

The next few hours blur together in a haze of highlighted paragraphs and half-finished notes. I read the same sentence three different times before realizing none of it has registered. Every time I force myself to focus, my thoughts wander back to eight o'clock.

By ten minutes to the hour, I give up pretending.

I close my books, stack my notes into a neat pile, and slip my laptop into my backpack. My pulse steadily quickens as I make my way toward the guest bathroom. Once inside, I lock the door behind me, the soft click echoing far louder than it should.

I set my laptop on the counter, adjust the lighting, and pull the familiar black mask from my bag. The woman staring back at me from the mirror isn't Gianna.

She's Kitten.

I study my reflection for a long moment.

One last session.

I've repeated those words to myself all day, but they don't feel true anymore. Somewhere along the way, Tamer stopped being just another client. He became someone I genuinely looked forward to talking to. Someone who challenged me, listened without judgment, and somehow understood parts of me I'd never intended to show anyone.

He'd become my confidant, maybe even my friend.

The realization settles heavily in my chest because no matter how much I enjoy talking to him...

He isn't Dmitry.

He never could be.

I draw in a slow breath before logging into the platform. The familiar interface barely finishes loading before a notification appears.

Tamer: Kitten, finally. I was beginning to think you'd been kidnapped.

A reluctant smile tugs at my lips.

Me:  I'm sorry, Tamer. Things with the guy I told you about got serious. I've been... preoccupied.

His reply comes almost immediately.

Tamer:  Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like the rest of that sentence?

My fingers hover uncertainly above the keyboard.

Me:  I'm here now. Can we just focus on that?

A few seconds pass.

Tamer:  Deflecting already? That's usually my trick.

A quiet laugh slips out before I can stop it.

Me:  Maybe I'm learning from the best.

The typing indicator appears almost instantly.

Then...

Tamer:  You're ending this, aren't you?

The smile disappears from my face. He always sees through me even through a screen.

I hesitate before answering.

Me:  Not exactly... Can we just carry on for now?

His response takes longer this time.

Tamer:  I don't like the sound of that answer. But if this really is our last session together, then let's make the most of the time we've got.

I glance down at the bunny costume I'd changed into earlier. The tight bodysuit hugs my curves, the little tail and ears completing the look. Before I can overthink it, another thought crashes into me.

My period.

God.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Of all the days...

I'd been so caught up in everything else that I'd completely forgotten.

Embarrassment creeps up my neck as I rest my fingers on the keyboard.

Me:  I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking when I logged in tonight. I've already missed three sessions, and I didn't want another penalty.

The typing bubble appears almost immediately.

Tamer:  What do you mean?

I let out a slow breath before forcing myself to type the truth.

Me:  I'm on my period.

There isn't an immediate reply.

For the first time since we'd started talking, the silence feels endless. Finally, his message appears.

Tamer:  Are you alright? We can reschedule if you're not feeling well.

The concern catches me off guard. It warms something inside me that I immediately try to push back down.

Me:  No, it's okay. I wanted to show up. I didn't want to leave things unfinished.

His reply comes a moment later.

Tamer:  You really do know how to drive a man insane, Kitten.

Despite everything weighing on my mind, a small smile finds its way onto my face behind the mask.

Me:  My breasts are really sensitive today. Everything feels more intense because of my period.

Tamer:  Then we’ll keep it gentle and focus on what makes you feel good. Slip the sides of that cute bunny top to the side and touch them for me. Describe exactly how it feels, baby.

I carefully slip the sides of the bodysuit apart, letting my full breasts spill out. They feel swollen and heavy. I cup them, rolling my nipples between my fingers and squeezing softly. Sharp sparks of pleasure shoot through me.

Me:  Fuck… they feel so heavy and sensitive, Tamer. Every little touch is making me shiver.

Tamer:  Beautiful. Keep playing with them. Squeeze them together the way I like. Pinch harder, then soothe them. You’re making me so hard just watching you.

I press my breasts together, pinching and rolling my nipples while I watch him on the screen. His hand is already wrapped around the outline of his thick cock, stroking slowly as he watches me. The sight makes me press my thighs together, rubbing them desperately for some friction.

Tamer:  Fuck, Kitten, you look so sexy. Suck on your fingers baby girl.

I slide two fingers into my mouth, sucking on them messily while I keep teasing my tits. I moan around my fingers, the sound muffled and needy.

He groans, his hand moving faster on his cock as he leans closer to the camera.

Tamer:  Remember the clamps I got you, kitten? Put them on for me.

I nod quickly, knowing he can see me, and grab the clamps. I attach them to my sensitive nipples one by one. For some reason other than my period, everything feels so much more sensitive,

Me:  Oh shit… they feel so intense today. Fuck, Tamer…

Tamer:  That’s my sexy Kitten.

He flexes his arms, tempting with just the outline of his cock, I want his cock buried at the back of my throat.

Tamer: Kitten, get you vibrato—the rabbit and circle those pretty clamped nipples for me while you rub those thighs together.

I turn the vibrator on low and start circling my clamped nipples, the combination of buzzing and the tight pinch making me whimper and curse. I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing them frantically, then shift forward and straddle one of the pillows on the counter, grinding down on it slowly without pulling my panties aside.

Me:  Jesus christ! My nipples hurt so good…

He’s stroking his cock faster now, breathing heavier, eyes locked on me.

Tamer:  You look so fucking pretty like this, grinding and moaning for me. Keep going, good girl. Pinch those clamps tighter while you ride that pillow.

I obey, tugging on the clamps while I rock harder against the pillow, moans spilling out of me louder and filthier. Sweat beads on my skin as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Tamer:  You’re my perfect sweet girl. I love how desperate you sound. Now come for me, kitten. Ride that pillow and tug those clamps while you cum. Let me see you fall apart.

I grind down hard, tugging on the clamps as the orgasm rips through me. “Fuck— Tamer!” I cry out, body shaking, thighs trembling around the pillow as wave after wave crashes over me. I keep moaning his name, completely lost in it.

Tamer:  Beautiful. You did so well for me tonight, sweet girl. I’m so proud of you. Drink water, rest, and clean up gently. I’ll check on you later. Miss you already.

The call drops without so much as a proper goodbye, Tamer didn’t even get to cum yet. 

I frown, shutting my laptop. Maybe one more session where we actually discuss without any interruption.

I take the mask off, and clean up quickly. My body feels spent but calm. I adjust the bunny costume back into place, covering myself with only a robe and head down the hall toward Dmitry’s study. I just want to see him — to let his arms chase away the complicated storm inside me.

The door to his study is slightly ajar, I push it open quietly, a small smile already forming on my lips.

Then I freeze.

Dmitry is sitting in his chair, head tilted back, eyes half-closed in pleasure. His hand moves slowly up and down his thick, hard cock. The sight sends a rush of heat through me. He looks devastating like this — lost in pleasure, lips parted, chest rising and falling. I take a silent step forward, ready to walk in and join him, maybe drop to my knees and help him finish.

A low, breathy moan comes from his laptop speakers. My own voice.

“Oh God… Dima… right there…”

My blood runs cold. I know those sounds. I know that video.

It’s the sex tape I recorded with Dmitry a while — the one I sent to Tamer.

Dmitry keeps stroking himself, slower now, completely focused on the screen where he is fucking me from behind, moaning his name. The wet sounds of our bodies, my desperate whimpers, his deep grunts… all of it fills the study.

I stand there in the doorway, heart hammering so hard I can barely breathe, one hand still gripping the doorframe.

This can’t be, he can’t be… fuck. He knew all this time, how could he do this to me? I bet he was just laughing at me.

“What the fuck?”