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He didn’t take the bait though. His next message was just as illuminating as the previous ones. Aka, not at all. Other than maybe he liked to be in control.
Bra and panties off. And tell me about your mother.
For a second, her breath caught in her throat as thoughts of her actual mother skipped through her mind. She expected the Daddy stuff. She was prepared for that. All her shields were in place.
But before she could stop it, the image of her mother, unshowered and pacing back and forth in her robe for hours on end popped into her mind.
She tried to push it out. This was fantasy. Not real. She just had to think of how to play it to find out what Saint wanted. If he kept focusing on domestic life, then he was probably one of the guys who was into taboo family stuff. Fine with her. This was where people came to live out the freaky shit they couldn’t do with partners in real life.
“Mom wasn’t as strict as Daddy, but she wasn’t easy.” Sloane shook her head. “It’s a miracle I survived high school.” She gave a short laugh.
Then she leaned into the camera. “Do you want to be my daddy?”
No. I want you to get naked like I told you to.
Aha. So her first impression was right—he did have a dominant streak. She stopped herself just short of saying yes, sir. He seemed to know what he wanted so she’d back off and let him direct the show for a while. She could jump in again if they hit a lull.
She undid her bra and massaged her breasts underneath it, dropping her head back and letting out a little moan.
A ping notifying of a new chat message sounded and she looked down.
Stop hiding your tits.
Oh yeah, he was definitely a control freak. That worked for her. It was easier when she didn’t have to carry the session—as long as he paid up front. Which he had. She pulled her bra straps down her arms and slid it off without any more fanfare.
“How do you want me?” she asked the camera. She sat on the edge of the bed where she knew the camera angle captured her from her face all the way down to her sex.
“Do you want me like this?” She slid her legs open wide to expose her pussy. “Or like this?” She turned around and got on her hands and knees, ass to the camera. She looked over her shoulder, keeping eye contact with the camera lens.
Ping.
I want to hear more about you. Tell me something real. We’ll start easy. What’s your favorite food?
She turned back around so she was sitting at the edge of the bed. It was more comfortable than being on her knees if he didn’t have a preference. And it was looking like this guy might be a talker. Surprising then that he was just typing instead of using his microphone. Most guys liked the personal touch of talking to her one on one, if not going cam to cam. It was rare that a guy only messaged the whole time.
“I love chocolate mousse,” she said like it was a confession. It wasn’t true. She didn’t care one way or the other about chocolate mousse. “It’s my guilty pleasure. Shhh,” she grinned into the camera. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Again, no messages came through immediately.
“I can eat some for you on camera if you want. I love baking. That’s my other guilty pleasure. My best friend hates it because she says I’m personally contributing to her freshman fifteen. What’s your favorite food?”
Still no messages. A quick glance showed the chat was still active, though. He hadn’t left the room. But shit. A guy willing to drop a thousand bucks on a cam girl he didn’t even know was definitely someone she wanted as a repeat customer. Especially now. And she usually prided herself on giving her clients a personal touch that made them keep coming back.
She looked directly into the camera. “What do you want, Saint? Did you come to me because you want to be a sinner?” She tilted one edge of her mouth up. “I’ll give you anything you want. What’s your favorite fantasy?”
Another brief pause with no text coming through.
Then: I want what I shouldn’t. And I want to stop denying myself what I want.
Okay. Intriguing. Cryptic. “So don’t deny yourself.” She leaned into the laptop. “You don’t have to feel guilty about any of your fantasies. You can tell me. I won’t judge you. I want to help make them come true.” She sucked on her bottom lip and pushed her arms against her sides to thrust her breasts out. “You can have anything you want. Anything,” she finished breathily.
Ping.
She leaned back to read the message and froze for a second.
