Tsk tsk. We’re not changing the subject. Quit being a brat and apologize.
I’m not a brat
Then be my good girl and say you’re sorry.
She reads the message but doesn’t say anything. Tension lines her shoulders, which rise and fall with quicker breaths. She shifts in her seat and lets out a breathy whimper. Her head pops up, and she turns to the computer screen with a forced laugh while setting her phone on the desk.
“N-nothing. Just had a cramp is all. Sorry about that.” There’s a brief pause. “Yeah, I got a little distracted. I can start over again.”
I grin.
Nova has a praise kink, but her reaction to my warning wrapped in pretty words confirms my suspicions.
Turning back to my phone, I send her another message.
Suit yourself.
Tell Brandon you’ll call him in a minute. Get off the game and turn around.
Nova snatches her phone, reads the message, and stiffens. She starts to turn her head to peek over her shoulder, then stops.
“I’ve gotta get off, but can I call you?” she says.
Grinning, I slip my phone into my pocket and inch closer to her, waiting for the opportunity to pounce when she turns off the camera. It won’t be fun if Brandon knows that I’m here with her. He’ll immediately know what’s going on.
“No, I’m fine,” she says. “I need to take care of something really quick.”
Oh, you’ll be doing more than taking care of something, pretty girl.
Nova exits the stream, and the webcam’s red light switches to black.
I cross the room in four strides, catch her around the waist with a low growl while she pulls off her headphones, then swipe her phone off the desk before carrying her to the bed.
“I’m sorry!” she squeaks.
I bark out a laugh and drop her and the phone onto the mattress. “It’s too late to apologize now.”
Nova pushes onto her elbows and crawls backward. “I-I’m too sore to do anything tonight.”
I catch her by the ankles and drag her toward me with a wicked smile. “It’s a good thing I don’t plan on fucking you, then.”
“What do you—” She lets out a startled gasp as I rip her shorts and underwear down her legs and toss them aside. Her shirt and bra join them in a pile.
I grab her waist and shove her backward onto the middle of the mattress before peeling my shirt over my head and chucking it aside.
“Call him.” Spreading her legs, I settle onto my stomach between them, keeping my gaze trained on her face.
Nova gulps. “You want me to talk to him while you’re?—”
“Eating you out, yes.” I smirk. “This will be a good lesson for you. Use what I taught you about flirting.”
Her eyebrows pinch together. “Why do I have to do it while you’re eating me out?”
I raise an eyebrow.
She blows out a shaky breath and grabs her phone. “This is also a punishment, isn’t it?”
“Bingo.” I chuckle. “You’re gonna flirt with him, make him chase you. Don’t make it too obvious.”
