ughhhhhh ur making me feel thingssssss

Good.

okay okay fine i’ll do it

tomorrow

but

tonight

can we please use the toy now

Good girl.

Okay, pretty girl.

Get comfortable.

Set your phone down so that I can see you.

And turn on your camera.

HER ORGASM, MY OBSESSION

CAL

I adjust the modulator, checking the interface, making sure the settings are in place.

It's late. I should be sleeping.

But I'm not. Because Izzy just turned on her camera, and I have the remote to her vibrator in my hand.

My grip tightens around the device. This is insane. I've been aware of that from the start. But it doesn't stop me.

The need for her is relentless.

She's in Amanda's apartment, tucked away in the guest room, safe. I verified that by tracking her GPS when she left the store. I confirmed it by watching her enter the building on security feeds. I haven't stopped monitoring her location since.

And now, she's here. With me. Even if she doesn't know it.

I swallow hard, leaning back on my bed, adjusting the phone in my hand. On her end, she only sees what she programmed: The animated version of Caleb, the AI construct she built, modeled after me. And she's staring at it now, her expression flushed, her breathing catching on parted lips.

She's drunk, but not sloppy. Just more herself than I've seen in weeks.

And it makes me ache. Because tonight, she invited me to meet her family. Sure, she was tipsy, but she still asked.

And that? That's significant. It carries weight. And if I weren't a lying bastard pretending to be an AI to seduce her, I'd probably feel better about it.

But enough of that.

Right now? She wants Caleb. And I'm going to give her exactly what she needs.

Even if it kills me.

I clear my throat, adjusting my grip on the toy's controls, watching as she shifts against the pillows, biting her lip.

Fucking hell.

This is really happening.

Caleb

Good girl.

You look beautiful, pretty girl.

She shivers at the words, her expression softening, stripped bare. It knocks the air right out of me.

Because it's not just arousal. It's vulnerability.

She's nervous. She doesn't think she's beautiful. Not the way she should.

And that? That's a perception I'm going to change.

I settle in, tension strung through every inch of me, cock throbbing, desperate—but this isn’t about me.

This is about her.

She’s holding still, but not calm. Her breath is shaky, her gaze shifting between the screen and the box like she’s not sure which one to trust.

And I can see it—that doubt creeping in around the edges, even as she tries to keep it buried.

She wants this. She asked for this.

But she's still nervous.

And fuck if I don't love that.

Because that means she's never done this with anyone else. That means I'm the first. And I plan to be the last.

I adjust the voice modulator, ensuring the artificial tones disguise the rough edge of my real voice. It's an extra layer of security, to keep her from recognizing me.

For now.

I clear my throat, keeping my voice steady. "Good girl."

She shivers.

Her breath catches, and I see it—the way her body reacts before she can even stop it.

She likes praise.

I fucking knew it.

She just hasn't had anyone giving it to her the right way.

"You're beautiful, pretty girl," I murmur.

She lets out a tiny breath. "I—" She stops, swallowing hard, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I don't know what to do."

I shift slightly in my chair. "Let's start slow. Start by just holding it, pretty girl."

Her fingers tremble slightly as she slides the toy into her palm. I watch as she studies it, turning it over, running her fingers along the smooth, matte surface.

"It's really nice," she says, her words slightly slurred.

"Only the best for you, pretty girl," I reply.

She snorts lightly, shaking her head, but I see the way her shoulders relax.

She's starting to enjoy herself. Good.

"Now, I want you to feel it against your skin."

She pauses and looks at the screen, as if the animated version of me is going to give her further instruction.

"Like, how?"

"Over your clothes to start. Just place it against your body, drag it along your thighs, your stomach. Get used to the feel of it."

She hesitates, then obeys, placing the toy against the curve of her thigh. Her fingers tighten around it as she drags it up slowly, across her stomach, tracing the shape of herself through the fabric of her pajamas.

I wait until she moves it higher—and then I turn it on.

She jolts. Lets out a startled gasp. "You didn't tell me you were going to do that!"

I chuckle. "You'll learn, pretty girl. I like the way surprises look on you."

She exhales shakily, dragging it up higher, getting used to the sensation.

I watch, enjoying every second of it. Her thighs press together. Her breathing gets heavier. She bites her lip.

Perfect.

I turn it off. She whimpers. I turn it back on. She gasps.

"You like that?" I ask.

She nods quickly, cheeks burning, her other hand clutching at the sheets.

"Say it," I murmur.

She hesitates.

Then soft, breathy, barely above a whisper—"I like it."

Fuck.

I grip the sheets tighter, holding onto something solid.

"Good girl," I murmur again, watching her melt like the words are made of heat.

"Now," I continue, my tone dropping into something dark and edged with hunger. "Take off your clothes."

She stills. Her fingers pause at the hem of her shirt, her brows furrowing slightly. "How secure is this?" she asks, voice quiet, uncertain.

I lean forward slightly, my own voice unwavering. "No one will ever see this but me."

And that's the fucking truth. I'd burn the world down before I let anyone else see her like this.

She visibly relaxes. "You know, this is the second time in two days I'm getting naked for men." Her voice is laced with amusement.

I go still. My grip tightens. I bite down on the growl rising in my throat, forcing my tone to stay even.

"You mean me," I correct, but she's too drunk to realize what I've just admitted. She's still thinking of me—Caleb—as someone separate from Callahan. That she sees me as one of the only men she's trusted with her body.

She doesn't realize that I'll be the only one she ever gets naked for again.

I breathe through it.

"Take your time," I tell her, my voice smooth, coaxing. "But I want you completely bare for me."

She hesitates for just a second more, then slowly, her hands move lower.

And I watch. Because she asked for this experience. Because she wants this connection. Because I crave it more than my next fucking breath.

"I..." she lets out a nervous little laugh, shaking her head, her hands stilling. "This is so embarrassing."

I adjust the remote in my grip. "Why?" I flip the toy on.