“I’d devour you whole.”
Stop. Talking.
“There’d be nothing left of you,” I breathe softly. “So, be a good girl for me and do as you’re told. Otherwise, you might just get what you want in the best possible way.”
“Fuck. You,” she grunts, and her stunning blue eyes meet mine with a fierceness behind them that’s all encompassing.
“I’m sure you’d love that.” I chuckle darkly. “Wouldn’t you?”
What am I doing?
Her eyes dart away from me, staring outside at the snow-ridden ground. “No.” Her reply is so quiet, and unconvincing, it only makes me snicker.
“Such a pathetic little liar.” Ignoring every part of my conscience screaming at me to stop, I lean in further, my now rock-hard cock resting perfectly between both her ass cheeks. I glide the very tip of my nose up the expansion of her cheek, inhaling her scent.Myscent. I smelt my shower gel on her body this morning, and I can still smell it now. Before I can stop myself, I growl the words, “You smell good covered in me.”
And with that, I push myself away from her warm, tempting body, putting as much space between us as possible as I leave her standing there in silence.
Sitting on the edge of Jack’s bed, I’m filled with thoughts of him and how he pressed his body against mine in the kitchen. Not to mention my shock when I realised he was rock-hard and rocking his length against my ass while he spoke low, growling the words to me as though he was fighting himself on what to do with me.
And even though I didn’t say it, my own imagination ran wild for the briefest of moments, and all I could think about was him tearing the clothes from my body and making me scream his name so loud the neighbours could hear. Everything in that moment grew hazy, dragging me deeper into the void, and I was seconds away from begging him to fuck me.
Nothing else mattered, and all I could concentrate on was the way his lips gently brushed the shell of my ear as he enunciated every single word he spoke. How his hot breath danced over my cheek and sailed down the curvature of my throat straight to my collarbone where it elicited gooseflesh in its wake.
I could feel myself getting wetter the longer he spoke, and the more he pressed his cock into me, and I knew if he asked me for it, I would’ve dropped to my knees then and there and gave him anything he demanded of me. The fact that he’s still married to my mother didn’t even come into the equation for me and Iknow I should feel bad, I know I should keep my distance from him and ignore the depraved little thoughts and images I have of him fucking me raw, but I can’t seem to stop now.
I’m not usually this mouthy unless the situation calls for it, but for some reason nothing compares to backchatting him and watching his reaction in real time. I swear to god, it’s like I’m doing it on purpose now just so I can get the reaction I want.
My phone beeps in my hand, dragging me from all the immoral thoughts I’m having about my forty-nine-year-old stepdad, and when I glance down at the message, it’s just who I expect it to be from. Toby.
Before Jack and I sat down to eat, I checked my phone and read through some of the disgusting things Toby said to me via text message.
Nothing I haven’t already heard from him, but it still stung.
So after the first five messages, I just ignored the rest, deleting his chat history altogether, because if there’s one thing my ex-boyfriend hates, it’s being ignored.
It’s almost as though I’m at fault for him apparently slipping and falling dick-first into my friend at a party last week. Neither of them gave me the respect of at least doing it somewhere they couldn’t be caught, no, instead I found them both in the only bathroom in the house. Toby balls deep in Lisa while he pushed her face against the tiled shower wall.
If I’m being completely honest with myself, between the both of them, it was Lisa’s betrayal that hurt me the most, but none of that matters now because I’m away from them and all their bullshit. Except Toby is stupid enough not to realise that him cheating on me means I’ll never get back with him.
You couldn’t waterboard me to do it.
I clear thoughts of either of them from my mind and stand from the bed, attach my phone to the tripod on the opposite side of the bed, and log into Pleasure Gally’s live stream. Before pressing the ‘Go Live’ button, I make sure my phone and tripod are at the perfect angle, so half of the bed is in view, as well as the door behind me.
Part of me knows I shouldn’t be doing this with Jack only being downstairs, but the possibility of him walking in when I’m half way through a show excites me in the best possible way. The fear of being caught has always been a thrill ofmine, which is why I’m an online cam girl. Sure I wear a mask, but my tattoos are very distinctive, so knowing anyone could recognise me only fills me with the eagerness to continue doing it.
Luckily, my father knows—which was averyweird conversation to have with him—and in the beginning, he wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea, which is completely understandable. But we both sat down together, he asked as many questions as he wanted, and I explained them to the best of my ability, y’know… without making it awkward afterward. The best part about it all is I don’t live with him anymore, so that makes it a hell of a lot easier on both of us.
Walking over to the giant ornate mirror behind me, I take one last look at myself before I start my livestream; the black lace underwear and suspender set I’m wearing hugs my curves in the most delicious of ways, and the belt only cinches my waist further. The balconet cups of my intricate lace bra hoist my tits up perfectly, and the matching thong barely covers anything between my legs.
My bright, copper-coloured hair has been curled to perfection, hanging low down my back and shoulders. I lift my hands and make sure I secure the masquerade eye mask I’m wearing enough before I move down to the garter clips to check them, too.
I roll my scarlet-painted lips together and blow myself a kiss in the mirror as I back up a few paces and make my way back to the bed, settling myself into the most alluring pose my viewers enjoy—on my knees, thighs slightly widened, shoulders back to push my tits forward. Taking a deep breath, I reach forward and press the ‘live’ button, watching the swirling timer as it slowly counts down from ten.
When the once-black screen clicks on, my feed is flooded with viewers instantly, and just like always I smile and wave, greeting my regulars individually and thanking them for their gifts. Most of my watchers know one thing about me, and that’s the bigger the gift, the better the spicy content they’ll get dropped into their inbox from my discreet site.
It’s why I make the money I do.
But even though I make a generous amount of cash, it still wouldn’t pay for rented accommodation in London. Hence why I have a nine-to-five day job.I’m just about to reach behind me to unclip my bra strap, when the door to the bedroom swings open and I spin on the spot to face Jack as he speaks.
