With a guttural groan, Jack buries himself deep inside me one last time. I can feel him pulsing, filling me with his warmth. We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath of our shared climax.
Finally, Jack pulls out slowly, careful to keep our faces hidden from the camera. I turn my head toward the computer, seeing the chat absolutely exploding with excited messages and generous tips.
“I hope you all enjoyed the show,” I say, my voice still breathless. “Until next time...”
I get out of bed and reach over and end the livestream, the room suddenly quiet without the constant ping of incoming messages. Jack pulls me into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
“That was...” I trail off, unable to find the right words.
“Incredible,” Jack finishes for me, his voice soft and filled with awe. “You’re incredible.”
I look up at him, searching his face. The dominant energy from moments ago has faded, replaced by the gentle warmth I’ve always associated with Jack. It’s a stark reminder of the duality I’m still trying to reconcile.
“What happens now?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
Jack’s arms tighten around me. “That’s up to you,” he says. “We can take things slow, figure this out together. Or—”
“Or?” I cut in, my heart racing.
A hint of that dominant energy flashes in his eyes. “Or we can dive in headfirst. Explore every fantasy, every unexplored passion. No holds barred.”
“I vote for package number two,” I say, my voice stronger than I expected. “I want to explore everything with you, Jack. No holds barred.”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “That’s what I was hoping to hear from my good girl.”
“I like being your good girl,” I mewl, running my hands down his chest. “But I also like being very bad too.”