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Rhys: I’m trusting you not to post this, but here’s some insurance for you to hold on to.
He didn’t. A second later a follow-up message comes through. It’s a video clip.Did he seriously send me a sex tape?My fingers fumble to close my messages app and lock my phone. I place it next to me on the bed. Then pick it up again and go back to his message. I squint at the video thumbnail to see if there’s anything visible. I’m curious. It’s for me to keep and use if I need it for blackmail. But I kind of want to use it for my own purposes... This situation would be so much easier if physical attraction was not a factor. I’m constantly horny these days, it’s fucking ridiculous.
I could just watch it once to make sure it’s what he says it is. This could be a video of anything. He watched me plenty of times onFollowersafter he knew it was me. That’s basically the same thing. I keep my eyes closed against the light filtering through the curtains.
“Are you crazy?”
“Do you want to find out?”
Without thinking, I press play.
The video opens to him setting up his phone on a bench at the end of his bed that faces a tall mirror. I roll my eyes.Of course he’s one of those guys with a huge mirror at the end of his bed.He’s wearing his jersey for added identification, but it’s not long before that’s being tossed on the bed behind him and he stands there unbuckling his jeans and pushing them lower—he’s hard and not wearing any underwear. In the mirror’s reflection, he stares down the camera lens. It sends a chill up my spine. Taking a seat, he slowly strokes himself base to tip. I had more of a top view when we had phone sex, but this is something else entirely. If Rhys ever got an injury, he could make a killing as a porn star. Maybeheshould start his ownFollowersaccount.
“Freya, I’m trusting you to be a good girl and not share this with anyone.”
I smile at the way he says my name. This video is custom-made for me.
Holy shit, this is hot.
My hand creeps into my sleep shorts. My eyes stay fixed on his body, away from his dumb handsome face. I tell myself I’m masturhating. It’s all lies. Secretly,I’m loving this.
This is top tier amateur solo porn, I’m impressed. Is this how Rhys felt when I would give him private videos onFollowers? No wonder he tipped well.
Focus.While he fists the thick erection, I rub small circles to the same rhythm, paying notice of the way he gets himself off. He switches up his rhythm every now and then, like he’s edging himself. During our FaceTime session, I told him what to do, but here he’s in control of himself, and I love it.
“Fuck, Freya.”
Shit, he was thinking about me during this. Does he imagine me on my knees or my back? Is he taking me from behind in his fantasy? I trace my opening and slide two fingers inside. His muscles flex as he speeds up, and his throat bobs as he leans back on one elbow. He quickly pumps himself. The thick muscles in his thighs twitch, and he lets out a groan. He’s about to finish.Jesus Christ.It’s an incredible view.
Suddenly I’m aware of my heavy breathing. Giving the attention back to my clit makes my back arch, but I keep my eyes on the screen, I don’t want to miss a second of this, and I’m getting close. All of his muscles are pulled taut. He’s completely falling apart to the thought of me.
All at once he stops, braces himself with a hand on either side of him, his still-hard cock pointing toward heaven. He growls something low, but I can’t hear it. I frantically turn up my volume and back the video up a few seconds. It’s barely audible, but it’s there. “That’s my good slut, Freya girl.” Every muscle in his body seems to flex as he comes hands-free.
My mouth drops open.
I can hardly think, I’m so turned on.Being degraded has never gotten me off before, but hearing it in his voice? It’s exactly what I need to finish. His rumbled moan when he comes is my undoing. I curse and my hips buck as the orgasm rolls through me.
That video is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
As soon as my orgasm fades, I wait for the feeling of shame and regret to creep in and take its place. But they don’t.
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I’m fucking freezing. Perhaps I should stand on a heated blanket. Sure, my nipples look happy, but at what cost? Besides, this live stream isn’t as entertaining now that Hat Trick Swayze isn’t here. Despite finding out he and my nemesis are the same person, my eyes were still jumping to the queue of viewers to see if he joined. I miss seeing his username there. It was something I looked forward to because it usually spurred some fun discussion later on.
It also means I’m not bringing in as many tips as I normally do. He consistently started early by dropping down a Benjamin, and it always triggered more from other members vying for attention. The biggest tip I’ve gotten today is twenty dollars. Not complaining, money is money, but it’s slowing down my progress. If the rest of the streams are like this, it will set me back at least a couple months. There’s a domino effect of Rhys and the impact he’s had on my life. How can someone I despise have such a big influence?
I was anticipating to close on that rental space sooner. Might need to up my video quantities, or post more-revealing content, which I’d prefer not to do. Not that I have anything against the other creators who post explicit videos—get that paper, ladies; rob them blind—but it was a boundary I set for myself in the beginning, and I plan to stick to it. I get enough rude messages as it is. I don’t know how the other women do it.
Besides, I’ve been so tired lately. Which is why I’m phoning it in today with chocolate chip cookies. They’re damn good, but I’m usually making something more involved than drop cookies. I’m not in the mood to be “on” for everyone today, but the more engaging I am, the better the revenue.Fake it while they spank it, right?
I make a few jokes and interact with some of the other viewers, but none are him. I used to tell myself it wasn’t him that made me swoon, it was only the familiarity between us. But BigGuy69 is in the room, he’s been a loyal subscriber and has always been kind and sweet. So why don’t I get butterflies for him the way I did every time Hat Trick Swayze showed up? It added excitement to filming live streams, knowing he was there. He became part of the reason I did it. I loved the stirring anticipation that built all week as I waited for the flirty conversations I’d been accustomed to. Now everything is dull. Even the twinkle lights behind me don’t seem to glow as bright.
It’s funny, the whole time that flutter in my stomach was happening he was typing on the other side of my apartment wall. I want to believe Rhys genuinely has the capacity to be the person I knew onFollowers. Maybe I should cut him some slack. I’ve lashed out at him at every opportunity—and my anger was warranted.
If I ease up on him, it will only be as a probationary period. I’m holding him to Hat Trick Swayze standards going forward.
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