Meow for the Camera
Was it a good morning? Well — considering I still had to go into work today — it wasn't exactly a fantastic one.
But the moment I stepped into the room where Heeyeon was sleeping, that thought vanished, replaced by nothing but pure delight.
"Heh."
I couldn't hold back the little laugh that slipped out. Kneeling beside the bed, I could hear the soft, even sound of her breathing. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was adorable. Her neat little nose was so cute I couldn't help but poke the tip of it with my finger.
"Mm..."
Just that was enough to make Heeyeon scrunch her eyes a little and shift under the covers. Then, at some point, her breathing grew slightly irregular, and I watched her closely. The way she was secretly pretending to still be asleep was so precious I wanted to kiss her right then and there.
Curious how long she'd keep up the act, I kept watching — but at this rate it seemed she might never get up at all. So I started poking that soft cheek of hers, calling her name.
"Heeyeon. Heeyeon~."
"...Ah — oh, Unnie."
She acted as if she'd only just woken up. Lies deserved punishment, but she was too cute, so I decided to let it slide this once. If letting her off today spoiled her, I could always punish her then.
"Want breakfast? We've still got a little time. Heh."
I took both her cheeks in my hands and squished them. Her smooth lips pouted out in a little bud.
"Mmph — um. Y-yes..."
"Okay. I'm really sorry, but can we do frozen food just through today? I'll bring something nice home for dinner instead. Deal?"
"Yeees..."
Heeyeon answered weakly, as if the information hitting her the second she woke up was already giving her a headache. Maybe she wasn't feeling quite well. Yesterday I'd gotten her completely soaked and, because she looked so cute that way, I hadn't dried her off — I'd teased her that if she got too cold she should just cling to me. Had that been a little too much for her?
Heeyeon rubbed her eyes with her right hand. She started to lift her left, then set it back down; the injured finger must have hurt.
"Ah, Heeyeon. See that?"
"Y-yes? Oh."
Where I was pointing, a pet camera had been installed, whirring softly as it turned. When I waved, the camera snapped toward me in a rush. If I'd been raising a cat, it would have been smashed by a front paw by now.
"It picks up sound, too. So whenever I come by, you have to say meow~. Got it?"
"...What?"
That little tilt of her head whenever she didn't understand something — was that just a Heeyeon habit? She was pretty enough that I didn't mind.
"Rest for now. I'll bring the food up."
Leaving Heeyeon behind with a question mark still floating on her face, I headed down the stairs for breakfast. While the frozen meal turned in the microwave, I pulled out my phone and opened the pet camera app. There she was, still looking bewildered, scratching her head.
I locked the camera so it wouldn't pan, and watched her. Heeyeon started to get down from the bed, then froze with her foot short of the floor — and simply gathered the blanket into her arms on top of the mattress instead. She glanced around, spotted the bullet vibrators and dildos I'd left roughly sorted on the floor near the nightstand, and flinched.
Then she looked at the camera. Was she thinking of wrecking it? Everything showed so plainly on her face that it was lovely; I checked the remaining time on the microwave display. The moment I went back up, I decided, I would pull her into a tight hug, kiss her, and then feed her.
Remembering how cold yesterday's food had gotten, I gave this batch a little extra time. The second it was done I scraped it into the dog bowl, blew on it to cool it a touch, and carried it upstairs.
I opened the door, set the food on the nightstand, climbed onto the bed, and pulled Heeyeon into a fierce embrace before finding her lips.
The longer we kissed, the hotter my body ran; I mixed my tongue with hers for quite a while. At the end I brought a hand to the back of her head — and only then realized how forcefully I was kissing her, so I drew my face back.
The way she gasped for air after a kiss that hadn't even left room to breathe was adorable, but the thought that I might be late for work made me slide a hand between her thighs. Just once, I told myself. Make her come once, then feed her.
"Ah—"
Heeyeon's face had gone red. I could feel the reason for it in the dampness under my hand, and a smile rose to my mouth. The fact that I'd gotten her this worked up without the usual rough handling of her sensitive spots filled me with so much pride I nearly shouted.
"U-Unnie, th-that — w-wait. I just w-woke up, so..."
Heeyeon tried to squirm away, but how was I supposed to stop? I found her clitoris with my fingers. The blanket got in the way, so I simply flung it aside and began to touch her clit with slow, deliberate care.
"...Nnh..."
The way she suddenly sealed her mouth — was she holding back a moan? She already seemed more than aroused enough, so I rubbed her clit with my thumb and slid a finger into her pussy. It took her with barely any resistance; the heat of her was intense. The way her walls softly chewed at my finger was intoxicating.
"Th-that, hah — w-wait..."
I worked my fingertip diligently along her inner walls, and when I pressed firmly into a place that felt different from the rest — a spot that always made her especially sensitive — Heeyeon's hips lifted a fraction off the bed.
Ah. There it is.
"You like it here?"
I asked. She hesitated over an answer, then simply squeezed her eyes shut and covered her face with both hands.
"Take your hands away. Let me see your face. Hm?"
"U-Unnie, b-breakfast — aren't we going to eat...?"
"Put them down. Now."
Why couldn't Heeyeon ever listen the first time? I muttered it under my breath, and only then did she lower her hands. Looking at that expression caught between a reasonable amount of lust and a reasonable amount of fear, I kept playing with my fingers.
I stroked the top of her foot with mine — and when the angle of her foot suddenly changed, I realized she was right on the edge of climax and stopped the fingers that had been moving. The thumb that had been rubbing and pressing her clit I lifted entirely clear, leaving it in the air.
"Nnh...!"
Was she frustrated at being denied? Heeyeon's hips, which had been pulsing little squeezes around nothing, soon dropped weakly back onto the mattress.
I drew my finger out slowly. Carefully — very carefully — in case she tipped over the edge after all.
It slipped free without much sound, glossy and slick with Heeyeon's wetness.
"...Hmm."
An amusing idea occurred to me.
"Heeyeon."
"Nnh — yes..."
She answered with a faintly uncomfortable look, as if the sensation of being left short of climax disagreed with her. Even so, the fact that she still wasn't moving her own hands was a good sign.
I held my finger out in front of her mouth.
"Clean it up. Heh heh."
At my words Heeyeon's eyes went a little wide, then narrowed again. Maybe because she'd done this before, the resistance seemed to have eased a touch. Those lips I'd been savoring earlier parted, and she began to lick my finger. The playful impulse wouldn't quite die, so I pushed a little deeper; a cute little choked sound jumped out of her.
"Ahaha — sorry, sorry. Just teasing. You cleaned it so well~!"
I wiped the finger, now wet with Heeyeon's saliva, casually across her chest, then unfolded the tray table on the bed.
"Kinda?"
I'd already taken the photo more than ten times. I uploaded each shot to the drive, deleted it from my phone's album, and opened the app.
The pictures were satisfying enough — but nothing compared to seeing the real thing with my own eyes: the woman I loved, arms and legs bound, a dildo and vibrators fixed to every sensitive place on her body.
"Haa. You're so filthy, Heeyeon."
"Isn't th-that t-too many...?"
"Mm. It should be fine."
Saying so, I tapped the button on my phone screen for the lowest setting, and that slender body jerked hard.
"Ah — ah, ah...!"
"Pfft. Your face is hilarious."
I walked the two steps over to Heeyeon and pulled her hair. A moan leaked out of her, pain braided through the arousal.
I pinched her cheek, let it go, and kissed her. That face twisted up with the effort of holding back her sounds looked wonderful. In the middle of the kiss I heard a strained nnnngh rising from her throat.
"Pwah. Did I tell you already? Ah — I didn't. Or did I? Anyway... you have to remember how many times you climax before Unnie gets off work. Got it?"
"U-uah, Unnie..! T-turn it off for a second. Please? J-just a second. This is really—"
"And every time you come, you have to say meow out loud. I told you that earlier, right? Unnie's going to be watching and listening the whole time."
I pointed at the pet camera, and Heeyeon's eyes went a little vacant. Oh — had she already tipped over?
"Hweeeh—"
She suddenly dropped her head and a string of drool slipped from her mouth; yes, that looked like an orgasm. Cute.
I considered repeating the rules one more time, then decided leaving her like this wasn't so bad either.
"You know you'll be in trouble if you break the rules, right? All right — Unnie's heading to work. See you later~."
"U-Unnie! Unnie!!!"
I left the room with Heeyeon still shouting behind me.
The door shut, and her somewhat loud cry cut off as cleanly as a song that had stopped.
Checking the time, I saw I could leave a full thirty minutes earlier than usual. I decided to take a taxi. I wanted the whim of riding in the back seat on the way to work while watching Heeyeon.
I called a cab on my phone, climbed into the back, and put in my earphones on the side the driver could see. I hoped he wouldn't try to talk. The app had already handled the destination and the fare.
I tapped the cute icon of a puppy giving a thumbs-up, then hit the button labeled CAMERA 1 — and there it was: the room that, only a little while ago, had been full of Heeyeon's sweet, warm skin-scent.
At the sight of her I let out a long, blissful hiyaaa—, the kind of sound you make sinking into a soft bed after a bath. The driver flicked a glance at the rearview mirror, then looked back at the road.
Just in case, I turned the screen off, closed my eyes, and listened to the strained little noises of someone still trying to hold her moans in.