Chapter 39
by 
Yelawolf
You...
Said. "Yeah, she's here," you reply, hoping the tremble in your voice isn't noticeable. "Babysitting."
You glance over at Ashley, who's still chuckling at your predicament. She winks at you before leaning in to whisper, "Tell him what you've been up to, slut." Garvin's smug grin widens, and you feel a fresh wave of humiliation wash over you.
"Who's that?" He ask.
"Oh my tv. Watching that new show on Netflix." You said.
"What the show called?"
Garvin thick cock once against try to poke into frame until you gripped it. Your hand stopping him, while also stroking him, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's nothing," you reply to Dave's question about the show. "Just some reality TV crap."
Dave's eyes widen slightly, and you know he suspects something is up, but he doesn't push it. "Alright, well, if you need anything, just let me know," he says, his voice tinged with concern.
Garvin cock slides out of your hand and back into your asshole without warning, causing you to yelp and drop the phone. "Keep going," he says, his voice a low growl, "Don't let him know."
You scramble to pick up the phone, your heart racing as you try to muffle your voice. "Sorry, dropped it," you murmur into the phone, hoping Dave can't hear the sounds of the bed creaking beneath you. You can see his concerned expression, and you know you have to think fast.
Ashley's laughter is a constant presence in the background, a taunting reminder of the situation you're in. You struggle to keep the conversation with Dave going, your mind racing with the fear that he'll hear something, that he'll realize what's happening.
"It's fine," Dave says, his voice still filled with doubt. "What the fuck is going on over there?"
You nod, even though he can't see you. "Yeah, totally fine," you say, trying to sound nonchalant as Garvin starts to fuck you again, his strokes deep and deliberate. You bite your lip, trying not to moan as the pain mixes with the pleasure. "Just a little... distracted."
On the screen, you see Dave's eyes dart around looking for clues. You know he's trying to piece together the puzzle of what's really going on. "Everything good over there?" he asks again, his voice a mix of curiosity and worry.
You nod frantically, trying to keep your face in the frame and away from Garvin's cock. "Yeah, totally," you reply, your voice a **** casualness. You can feel Garvin's cock sliding in and out of you, the wetness from your ass making it easy for him to fuck you while you're on the call. "Just had a little... accident with some... food." You hope the lie is convincing enough to cover the sounds of your hips being pounded.
"Food?" Dave's eyebrow raises, and you know he not believing this. "What that sound? Why is your face like that?"
The phone screen shakes in your hand as you struggle to keep your composure, the cold metal of the cage pressing into your sheets as you try to keep your face steady. "Just spilled some... soup," you improvised, hoping the lie wasn't too transparent. Garvin's grin widens, his hips never stopping as he uses your body for his own twisted pleasure.
Garvin reach for the phone, snatching it out of your hand before you can react. "Who is it?" He asks with a wicked grin, his hips still pumping into you without mercy. His cock is thick and unyielding, making you whine with every thrust. You can see the curiosity in his eyes, the excitement of the potential new audience for his conquest.
Dave...
