I snarl as I read each one. Bile rising in my throat, burning my oesophagus.
She keeps her knees together. Her touching thighs make it difficult to see if she’s wearing underwear.
Holding the lolly an inch from her lips, her tongue darts out to lick the tip. She moans. Her bottom shuffles on the edge of the bed I fixed. “Makeup tutorials, my fucking arse,” I mutter under my breath with a shake of my head, still annoyed that she lied to me.
More messages appear in the chat.
Touch yourself.
Lift the dress. Be a good girl for Daddy.
Such a naughty nurse
Lick the tip baby just like that.
I taste the acid on my tongue. My chest burning with rage, my stomach on fire with desire and my balls sweating with the heat of that fucking tongue, but I refuse to jerk off. I’m no better than these dirty fuckers. I’d give my right arm for a night with her, but I’m here to protect her and keep her out of trouble. It’s what I’ve done for the past twenty years since I’ve known the lass. And it’s what I’ll always do. Even when she doesn’t realise she needs protecting from herself.
I loved her like a sister for so long. But since this summer when she stopped seeing Kane, a slither of hope crept in that maybe, just maybe, I could make her mine.
She’d never go for it, though. I’m no fool. She cares for her sister too much. It’s one of the many things I love about her. Between her and her fucking sister, I’m screwed, and not in the way I want.
“Who wants to watch me make this lolly disappear?” Lilly says as she fondles it with her tongue, the bright pink staining the surface. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl.”
“The fuck you will,” I growl. With swift fingers, I get to work. My training in the Special Reconnaissance Regiment has never been put to better use. That and the incognito software my mate, Dom, installed for me. In minutes, I’m infiltrating her IP address. It helps that I fitted her security system last year, giving me the codes I need for her internet.
The lolly slips down the valley of her breasts. My fingers slow on the keyboard, hoping that’s all she meant when she said she was going to make it disappear.
She giggles at something in the chat as she answers more questions. Her tongue teases the gap between her teeth, and fingers fiddle with the zip at her chest. “You want to find the lolly for me?” She leans towards the camera, giving me a bird's-eye view of the landscape down there. It’s dark, deep, and looks fucking tropical.
My dick twitches again, but I’m too incensed to care.
With a tug on the zip, she exposes more of her chest. “You boys want more?” She exposes another inch. “How’s that?” The stick of the lollypop protrudes between the two hills, like a mast on the land I’m going to claim.
With another pull on her zip, the front of her chest is set free, her pebbled nipples still covered by the fabric of her dress as she holds it together with her other hand. Loosening her grip with a bounce on the bed, the lolly drops to her lap. “Oops, there it is.” She lifts it with her fingers, her red manicured nails match her cherry lips. She licks it again before running it over her exposed skin, her nipples still covered. Barely.
“You want me to make it disappear again? I wonder where it could go this time?” Her mouth lifts in the corner. She slips it inside her dress as if fondling her nipple with the sticky end. A moan escapes her lips, but I can tell it’s all for show. She’s in the wrong bloody profession. She should’ve been an actress with this performance.
The subs all text in unison, wanting her to remove the dress.
She swipes her hair over her shoulder. “I am getting a little hot and sticky. Maybe I’ll just slide this off.” She tugs at the fabric on her shoulder.
My heart stops. Without thinking, my fingers fly over the keyboard at robotic speed as I type in a private chat for only the host to see.
You move that dress one more inch, and I’ll shut down this party.
Pulling in her perfectly shaped eyebrows, she squints through the fake lens of her glasses. She doesn’t acknowledgethe message, but the way her mouth parts tells me she’s read it. For the first time since she started this charade, she’s lost for words, tapping her screen.
I huff out a silent chuckle. She’s blocked me. At least she thinks she’s blocked me, but I’m hacked into her account, still seeing everything. As if brushing off a fly, she continues with her seduction, inching the fabric of her dress down again. She drops the shoulder, holding the lolly over her nipple. And I drop her subs.
She gasps. “Where did everybody go?” Her finger frantically swipes and taps on her mobile.
My eyes fix on her nipple, playing peekaboo behind the fucking lollipop. I thought I could relax once everyone else was off the feed, but now it’s just the two of us—or three if you include her rosy pebble that keeps winking at me—I’m wound up like a Jack in a box, my dick ready to burst free at any minute, hoping to be acquainted with that nipple.
I unblock myself and type into the chat.
I hate to say I told you so.
She covers her breast, pulling her zip up, even though her sleeve is tucked into her armpit. The lolly’s forgotten as it drops to the floor. “Who?” She swallows, shaking her head in disbelief. “What do you want?”
