“Have you changed your mind?”His voice is a low growl.
“No, what do you want me to do?”Then I didn’t need to think, just obey.
He smiles, his eyes shifting through various shades of green as he watches me.“Take your clothes off for a start.”
I stood and pulled my T-shirt over my head.I’m already half-hard like I’m about to jump into bed with some guy, not a monster.Not that I’m jumping into bed with him, and that is assuming he is male.
My gaze drops to his black pants, but the only light is coming from my laptop screen, and there are far too many shadows for me to tell what’s going on in there.Not that it matters.I don’t sleep with guys who extort me.
But the house has been calmer all week.
Dad hasn’t been as wound up, and Taya hasn’t been as much of a brat, and she’s also stopped coming into my room.
“And the rest,” Farrow orders.His shadow on the wall is massive, his horns raking over the ceiling.
“And then what?”I lift my chin, feigning bravery.
“Then you will take a shower.”
“Is that all?”That seemed too easy.
Farrow laughed.“You know what to do.”
My cheeks burned.“You want me to jerk off in the shower?”
“That is a good start… Make sure you wash your hole.”
I stare at him, and it takes several seconds to process what he said.“Why?”
Was he planning on doing something with it?My now-hard cock throbbed at the idea of finding out what was in his pants and what he might do with that tail.
“Because I want to see how many fingers you can slide in there.”
I swallowed.“Again, why?”
“Because that’s what I want this time.Next time?”His tail flicked in what I guessed was a shrug.
“What will happen next time?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.You’ve got toys.”
Yes, but that didn’t mean I was willing to do that in front of someone.I’d watched videos of guys using their toys, and it seemed way more intimate than ‘greedy slut takes eight loads’.The latter were actors; the other was a private moment on display for the world to view when doing product research on what dildo to buy next.I enjoyed the product research, even though most of them remained only on my wish list due to budgetary constraints.
“That was not part of the agreement.”
“The agreement is that I record you every fifth night.There was no limit on what that involved.”He stepped to the side and swept his hand out as if inviting me to head toward the ensuite.
Well, shit.His massive shadow revealed that there was something in his pants that might be worth checking out.The no-limit thing might also work in my favor.
Chapter11
Farrow
Timothy pulleddown his shorts and underwear in one smooth motion.He kicked them aside and walked past me to the bathroom.For a few heartbeats, I’d been worried that he was going to refuse.
In the five days since posting the video, I’d gained followers and subscribers and made more money than I had working.I was sure they’d all grow bored and move on.But when I checked out other accounts more seriously, some had been going for years.Crispin had been doing it for years.
Plenty of bridge workers supplemented their income withScream and Steam.
