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“Continue the show, doll face. I’ll join if I feel so inclined.”
After a second of hesitation, she does. I open the app on my phone and join in the live viewing. I want to see what these people are saying about my girl, and fuck, these people are filthy. The things they’re saying are the things I want to do to her. But seeing other people express it has me seeing red.
Glancing up, I see just when she starts to feel it. Her head drops back, letting her newly darkened hair fall over her shoulders. Tsk tsk. She’s showing too much of herself, getting sloppy and letting pieces of herself be discovered when she used to be so careful. But — fuck — does she look good doing it. Her breasts are exposed, her pink hardened nipples begging for my mouth as she tugs on them roughly.
She’s not left any toys out this time, only using her fingers to tease her to orgasm. But I don’t think it’s doing it for her because when her eyes open, they land pleadingly on my own.
“Please,” she whispers.
She can’t see it, but I raise a brow.
“Please what?” My eyes roam up and down her desperate body. Her waist is tight and tucked while her hips flare out into the sexiest curves that my teeth want to bite. “Say it.”
I knew she’d cave. I knew I would have her begging for it.
“Please, help me.” Her voice is a little louder now, just above a whimper, and as her fingers stroke her clit in circles, she gives in and moans. “Touch me, stalker.”
I laugh to myself at the nickname, leaning further back in the chair as I adjust my hips and struggle not to run across the room to her. I want her to be absolutely wild for it. I need to see the sheer agony in her eyes before I touch her this time. I want her on her fucking knees for me.
“That’s not my name, princess.”
“Tell me what to call you so that I can beg for it properly.”
“What a good girl.”
The comments are going wild on her live, asking over and over again who’s in the room with her, if they’ll get to see us together. They all want to know if someone is going to fuck her on-screen for all of them to see.
“Hmm,” I hum. “It depends how I feel on the day, princess. But you can call me your Daddy for now.”
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” she all but fucking purrs in my direction. And that’s all it takes for me to lose the battle. I’m a fucking goner for her, and she knows it.
Her smile grows as I stand, her bottom lip tucked under her straight white teeth as she watches me. Little minx. She knows exactly what she’s doing. But if I’m going to do this right and make sure she enjoys every fucking second, I’m going to need her relaxed. I want her to feel every sweet second of it as I use her body like my own personal toy.
There’s a scarf lying on her dresser, and I pick it up and shake it out before stepping in front of the camera, blocking the view. She looks up at me, a lot of trust in those doe eyes for someone with a stalker in their bedroom. This close, I can see the flecks of green shine brightly in her otherwise brown eyes. Her hands leave her own body and reach out for mine. The second she touches me, I feel heat spread through my muscles. My thighs flex, and my stomach tightens as they explore from my hips and over my stomach.
“Trust me, Clara?” I ask in a whisper so no one can hear her name.
She nods and digs her fingers into my back, pulling me a step closer. I wrap the scarf around her eyes, making sure that a section of the thin fabric drapes over the rest of her face, obscuring it from view. Now they won’t see anything they haven’t before. And when I’m done, I lean down and barely brush our masked lips across each other’s before giving her one hard shove back onto the bed.
She gasps but doesn’t try to sit back up. My girl lies there, so obedient, so fucking perfect. Her tits bounce as she adjusts, and then I dip to my knees, letting the camera take in the new view. I glance back, making sure they can see everything before I spread her thighs.
Her panties are made of a thin, pink lace, and I rip them easily from her body. Another sweet gasp falls from her lips and spurs me on. Even through my mask, I can smell her sweet scent, like candy and sex that I can’t wait to have on my lips. My gloved fingertips leave imprints in her pale flesh as I spread her wider for me and the audience behind me. Fuck, her pussy is so pink and perfect, glistening with her arousalfor me. She’s puffy and swollen, ready for me to push her over the edge. I look up at her through my lashes.
“Ready?”
CHAPTER13
Clara
I raiseup on my elbows to look down at them between my thighs while also giving the camera a better view of my body. I glance up, barely being able to see through the bottom of the thin fabric, and the only thing the camera can see of our special guest is the back of their masked head. But I can already see the comments and tips going crazy on the screen.
They’re loving it. And so am I.
Finally, I look down at the person between my legs. Their mask is still on, and their eyes are locked on me, waiting for an answer. I bite my lip and nod. I feel crazy, letting my stalker get this close to me — touch me. But there’s a part of it all that feels so right, like it was going to happen at some point in our lives anyway. Like it was meant to happen, even if this is the most bizarre thing to ever happen to me.
They pull their mask up to rest on top of their nose and then take a deep inhale as they run the tip up my inner thigh. My blood is on fire, pumping through me so quickly I’m afraid I may pass out from the teasing.
“Please,” I beg again as they hover over my needy center.
