Checking the voice distorter is on, so she can’t tell it’s me, I growl through gritted teeth, “I want you to keep your clothes on.”
Her beautiful eyes widen, her nostrils flare. “If you want people to keep their clothes on, you’re on the wrong platform,” she spits out. “What have you done with all my subscribers?”
“From now on, I’m your only sub.” I lean close to the screen as if leaning closer to her, willing my dick to calm the fuck down.“You won’t be getting your tits out for the lads again, lass. Not on my watch. Never. You hear me?”
She juts her chin out, lifts her head high with a huff. “Are you going to pay me for my exclusive time?” Her arms fold over her chest. “That’s five grand a month. Are you going to pay that?”
“No.”
“Then I guess this conversation is over. I’ll let you see yourself out. And I’ll be sure to report you to the police.”
I chuckle. “It’s a good thing I like your smart mouth.” She’s clever, trying to bargain for more money. But I’ve done my homework. “You had one hundred and sixteen subs at £14.99 each. That’s £1738.84. I’ll pay you £2000, but first you tell me why you need the money so bad that you feel you have to get your tits out.”
“Why does there have to be a reason? Can’t a woman enjoy expressing her sexuality?” Her nipple pops out again as she battles with the dress, wrestling with it to get her arm back in the sleeve, then aggressively yanks at the zipper, pulling it as high as it will go.
“You can express your sexuality all you want.” There’s a raw gravelly tone in my voice. “With me,” I add.
She doesn’t miss the longing and desperate need in my voice. Her ruby lips part as she sucks in a breath. “You said you want me to keep my clothes on.”
“For now.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“Just talk.”
“You want to pay me two grand to just talk?” Her brow furrows. “I’m not a therapist. I suggest you seek medical treatment elsewhere.” She laughs as if this is a joke.
“I don’t need a therapist. I need a nurse.”
She pushes her glasses up, her lip pinches between the gap in her teeth as she chews on the plump skin.
“And yes, I’ll pay you. Send me your bank details through the app. I’ll pay you one thousand up front and one thousand at the end of the month. You cancel your subs. You don’t talk to anyone else or send anyone any pictures or videos of you. The only person who gets to see you from now on is me. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says in a sarcastic tone.
“I’m not your daddy,” I growl. “But you can call me sir.”
Her chest rises with a gasp. A flush paints her chest, creeping up her neck. She liked that domineering tone, telling her what to do.
I wonder what else she’ll respond to. “Do we have a deal?”
She nibbles her plump lip again with those two front teeth I want to feel scraping along my shaft.
I shake the thought before I get ahead of myself. This is purely recon. Find out what’s going on with her and help her out. “Well?” I say, growing impatient.
“All right. Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I relax back in the leather chair, getting myself comfortable. My dick softens when the lad realises he’s not coming out to play. Not tonight, anyway. But I don’t know how long I can keep him at bay when my little sister-in-law wants toexpress her sexuality.
I always said she was trouble.
6
LILLY
