Page 24 of The Power Play

“Yup. Watch me finish my show. From right there.”

“I thought you–”

I cut him off, “If you don’t want this then you can walk out, and we will act like this never happened. If you want this, then you’ll do what I say.”

A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips, “Okay, pretty girl.”

Well shit.Hearing him call me what he always does on our video chats in person makes me want to say, “fuck it” and jump him anyway. But I don’t because I intend to see this through.

“Good boy.”

His eyes flare and I can tell he’s restraining himself from doing anything I might not want him to.

“Stand right there, don’t talk and let me finish. It would be rude to leave my audience hanging,” I wink into the camera.

Charlie opens his mouth to say something, but then snaps it shut almost immediately. I narrow my eyes at him and even though I told him not to talk I am a bit curious what he might have been about to say.

“Something to say?” I ask, moving my hands up to my chest to play with my nipples, tugging lightly at the piercings and biting my bottom lip to muffle the moan. His eyes stay fixated on the movement. I may have enjoyed the last couple years talking to Charlie–Charles–on cam, but I think I like this, seeing his eyes on me, even more.

He starts to shake his head, but then seems to change his mind and nods once.

“It better be good,” I tell him.

“Can I–am I allowed to touch?” he asks nervously.

“Me? Not yet. Yourself? Hm,” I pretend to think for a moment. “Yes, but you don’t come until I say you can.”

He nods and I focus my attention back on myself and my computer screen, though it’s impossible to completely ignore the six-foot-four hockey player that is standing shirtless, hard, and focused completely on me in the room. I pretend not to notice when he lowers his sweatpants slightly to release his hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight, especially when his hand wraps around it and he pumps himself slowly only once. I feel like this punishment might be for me as well, but I refuse to show it.

There are comments flooding the chat, but I can’t even keep up. Normally I try to interact with my viewers as much as possible and I have my tip goals to meet. But this was impromptu, and I didn’t set any goals other than the one in my mind.

Drive Charlie mad.

I ignore the chat and the tips coming in because this is for me, just like my early shows when I didn’t have any sort of following. I did it because it was fun. I like sex and orgasms so getting paid to give them to myself seemed like a win-win. Even if I didn’t make much money, I got off so I thought it was worth it. Now is similar, I don’t care about if I make money, though I could use it, this is about punishing Charlie, getting myself off and then possibly him.

“I’m wondering if I should bring out any of my toys to help finish myself off,” I say like I’m thinking out loud. I have both the toys Charlie has bought for me and I know that would betorturefor him if I used them while he’s standing right in front of me. “Or if I should just keep using my hands. It’s kind of nice because I know exactly what I like.”

My hands slide down my body again after tweaking my nipples one more time. My fingers run over my sensitive clit just barely and let out a small moan because I got myself fairly close before Charlie came in here.

“God, I’m so wet,” I swipe through said wetness, spreading it up to rub my clit even more.

I peek up at Charlie through my lashes, his eyes completely fixated on my exposed center while his hand strokes himself slowly, but I can see his grip istight. I can’t look away from him and my hands move almost like they have a mind of their own, one slipping to push two fingers inside my cunt. I pump them, letting my palm stimulate the bundle of nerves while my other hand moves back up to my chest.

It doesn’t take long until I feel myself barreling toward an orgasm, my eyes not leaving Charlie, my computer somewhat forgotten. The thought that people are watching only makes me hotter. My fingers move inside my pussy faster and harder while I grind against my palm.

“I’m so close,” I moan, clamping my thighs tighter against my hand to create more pressure.

My eyes lift to meet Charlie’s and find he’s not looking at where my hand is between my legs anymore, he’s looking at my face. It looks like he wants to burn me with his gaze and my cheeks heat under his attention, but I don’t look away. I continue what I’m doing, doubling down on my efforts to bring myself closer to the edge of release.

Charlie fucks his hand andGodit’s so hot. He’s long and thick, what I would define as the perfect dick and the body to match. Why he’s not out using it and pleasing every woman hecomes across constantly is something I don’t understand. If I was an attractive man like him I would be out there ruining so many lives. Instead of him doing just that, he’s at home with it in his hand watchingme.I guess he could be doing both, but something “Charles” told me previously makes me think he doesn’t.

My orgasm slams into me so suddenly I cry out as I ride out my release, keeping my eyes on the man across the room as I fall off a cliff of pleasure.

“Fuck, Au–” he cuts off before he can say my real name. “Can I come?”

“Yes,” I cry, riding out my pleasure.

It doesn’t take him much longer before I’m watching his body flex while letting out a quiet groan and releasing into his hand.

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