“This is about you, and your magic use,” I snapped.
He lifted his chin and glared at me.“Then you’ll need to find a new human to record.”
I should be doing that, anyway, diversifying my offerings and all that—I’d been researching and working, not just jerking off to the videos I recorded—but I liked Timothy.I enjoyed talking to him and the way he played along with my demands.He seemed to enjoy being told what to do because the more I growled and ordered, the more his skin smelled of lust.With someone else, the fun and banter would be missing.I’m sure it came through in my videos, even though I made sure my comments were never included.If I recorded anyone else, it would be cold, and my subscribers responded to the energy between us, even if they weren’t aware of it.
“I like recording you, and these moments with you, but if you keep going, I can’t protect you, and you will endanger me.”I slapped my chest with my tail.
“How is my need for money and to move out endangering you?”
I tilted my head.“Why do you need to move out?You have a nice house with your family.”
“My father is forcing me to live here because I failed one class at university.”He held up one finger.“He always thinks I’m doing the wrong thing, and I don’t earn enough to move out, so I’m stuck.”He slid off the bed and stood in front of me, looking far too cute even though he was furious.I want to see my tail wrapped around his throat, and my hands wrapped around his wrists.“I never asked for a stepmother and sister.I never asked for any of this.”His voice was low and rough, and his nose scrunched up as if he were trying to snarl.
I wanted to kiss the tip of his nose, push him onto the bed, and fuck him until he forgot about everything that was troubling him.
We were two sides of the same coin.
His need for freedom is no different from my own, and I have the means and the money because of him.If I share the proceeds with him, it will take me longer to move out, and moving the money to his world will attract attention—too many gifts will also draw attention.The ground I am on is little more than a delicate spider web stretching between both worlds and sending ripples in all directions with every movement.
If he was only wishing for small amounts of money, did it matter?
Doubts and fears tumbled and twisted inside of me until I was unable to breathe.“Neither did I.I saw you playing.”I point to the spot in front of the wardrobe door.“And recorded you and…and…I took a chance.”
Timothy blinked.“Took a chance?”
I had both feet in now, so I had to keep crossing the river or be swept downstream.If I knew what waited for me on the other side, this would be so much easier.Instead, I was drowning.“I created aScream and Steamaccount and posted the video.”
“A what now?”He stared at me and then to the spot on the floor.“You posted a video of me jerking off?I can’t have people seeing that.You have to delete it.Is it like revenge porn?”
“What?No, no one in the human world will see it.Scream and Steamis a site where Bridge Agents can post human content and be paid.”
“You’re getting paid, while I’m the one…” He waved his hand around.His mouth hung open as if he’d forgotten how to form words.
“I shouldn’t even be speaking to you,” I hissed.
It took a few more seconds before he rediscovered words.“Now it all makes sense.The need to act all pervy, filming from odd angles, and the requests.Did you buy me this outfit because someone wanted to see me in it?Are monsters jerking off to me jerking off?”His cheeks turned pink, but his dick twitched, and he smelled of lust.“I can’t even with you.What the actual fuck, Farrow?”
“I live with my shit-for-brains brother and want to move out.I never planned on doing this, but you looked hot, and then you wanted to make a deal.”
“So you jumped on it.When were you going to tell me about the money?”
My tail lashed.Never.Soon.I was running out of break time.“I wanted to.I bought you this stuff because there is no other way to send money to you.It’s not as though I can put it in your account.”
“How much money are we talking about?”He pointed at the box.“Was that half, a quarter…what percentage?”
My toe claws dug into the carpet even though I wanted to retreat back into the wardrobe and bounce to the next house.Keep crossing the river.If I stopped, I drowned.“Less than one percent.”
He mouthed the words and nodded.“Fuck.If I were getting a fifty percent cut, I’d doanythingyou asked me.But for less than one percent, I’m not doing shit.”Timothy crossed his arms and lifted his chin as if trying to appear threatening.He may have been more successful without the hard-on and the pouty lips.
I stood a little taller.“You cannot useScream and Steam.”
“Neither can you without content.And I’m your content.”He arched one eyebrow.
He had me there.
“Unless you’re filming a bunch of humans?”His cool facade cracked.
“You are the only one.”That was poor business planning on my part, but I didn’t want another.I wanted Timothy.I wasn’t a content creator.
