Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“That was a very, very bad thing to do, Caterpillar,” I say.
“What was?” she asks, and I know she’s playing dumb.
“Even drunk, your eyes tell me how much you really want me.” I’m afraid that this woman will never leave my system. I see a fucked-up life with her. A perfect, devious, fucked-up life, that is.
“Do they?”
“Oh, they do. And my cock is hard from just watching it. I don’t want you to do that for anyone else.” And that statement is the truest thing to ever leave my mouth. She is mine.
“Pity I don’t take orders from you.” She laughs.
“I’m sure I can think of a few ways to make you take orders.”
“It’s cute that you think you can tell me what to do.”
“Caterpillar?”
“Yes, Reon?”
“What mask should I wear when I fuck you?”
“Hmm… let me think on it.”
“Caterpillar.” This time, I say her name with a bite of warning.
She sighs, but it’s not an “I’m bored” sigh. “Yes, Reon?”
“You will also be wearing a mask. Only I get those fuck-me eyes. Do you understand?” I don’t leave room for argument, but of course, being who she is… she takes that as a challenge.
“Let me think on that too. I mean, what will I get out of it?”
“You get me fucking you for the world to see, and you get paid for it.”
“So, I should take down the one I already put up?” she teases me.
“You put one up?” I bellow, then pull my cell away and message my head tech guy. He responds immediately, telling me he’ll get right on it.
“I need to make more money than my job can provide.”
“I can give you money,” I offer with no fucking hesitation.
“For sucking your cock?” she asks. “That would be a hard no from me.”
“I’d give it to you just to watch you strip,” I tell her, licking my lips as my cock strains against my pants.
“Okay, well, now you want me to be a stripper?” She laughs.
“No, I only want you to strip for me.” My cock strains at the thought.
“You’re very demanding.” I hear the rustle of whatever she is doing in the background.
“Yes, you should know this already.”
“Reon?”
“Hmm…”
“Why did I just get notified that my video is down?”
“Did you have a mask on in it?” I ask.
“No,” she answers, clearly sounding confused. “Oh, my God! Did you really just do that? How and why? Reon, this is not acceptable.”
“No, the game of love and lust never is,” I tell her. “Now, accept my FaceTime.”
“No.”
I press it again, and she rejects the call.
“Accept it, Caterpillar,” I demand.
“Why? It’s not like you won’t see me in person soon, or did you forget about our date?”
“So, I can show you exactly who you belong to, and no, I’ve been watching the clock eagerly, so let me have a taste first.” I hear her shuffling some things before her beautiful face comes into view as she sits on her bed. Her gaze goes straight to my cock. My very hard cock.
“I liked your video,” I tell her, stroking my dick. “The way you squeezed those beautiful nips.”
“I was drunk. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her lips purse as her eyes stay trained on my cock.
“Are you sure, Caterpillar?” My hand pauses mid-stroke. “Are you sure you don’t remember?”
She blinks a few times before her gaze finds mine. “I could screen record this and use it for my site.” She winks.
“But why would you do that? This is all yours to play with.” I start stroking again, harder this time, and a bit of pre-cum leaks from the tip.
“Reon.”
“Hmm…”
“How much would you pay me?”
“What?”
“How much would you pay?” she asks again, licking her lips as she stares at my hand working my cock. I stroke harder and faster.
“I’d give it all to you. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and she moves her own camera, revealing that she’s naked.
She stands from the bed, props her cell up, then does a little twirl, and as she does, my hand squeezes around my cock. “What would you do without your wealth, Reon?” Her hand goes to her stomach, and she looks down at her naked body as she starts to draw slow, lazy circles around her perfect belly button. Her nipples are hard, her hair loose and falling around her shoulders. When I don’t answer, she locks her gaze back onto mine. “Answer me, Reon.”
“That depends. Most likely, I would accumulate it again. But the second time around, I’d have you with me,” I tell her.
“Go faster, Reon.” Her attention moves to my cock as her hands cup her breasts. “Faster,” she demands, squeezing them for me. She steps closer to the cell so I can see her even better. “If you want me, Reon, go faster.” Her head drops back, and her other hand drops to her pussy. I watch as she pushes past her folds and slides a finger up to her clit. Just as she does, I feel the tingling of me coming.