Page 37 of Bad for Me

Instead of sliding my panties down, I splayed my legs, bent at the knee, then slid my hands between my legs, sliding down my clit, then back up again over the lace.

Given the choice, I’d draw this out more, but my viewers were paying me to strip, so I slid my fingers into the sides of my panties, lifted my hips, and pulled them off.

TickleYourTaco:Show me your pussy.

I placed one hand behind me and spread my legs, showing them the gloriously wet mess between my thighs.

ShowMeYourTats:What about the nipple clamps?

Right. I dropped back on the bed, closing my legs and arching my back so they could watch me tease each nipple to a tight little bead, then attach the clamp.

They were simple and rubberized, but I still gasped with shock at the pain when each one squeezed shut.

When I sat up, the bells tinkled merrily, and I struggled to focus back on the camera as the pain mingled with pleasure.

TickleYourTaco:Oh, the slut likes that.

ShowMeYourTats:Pinch them!

I wasn’t going to hurt myself further—the agony of the clamps had already transformed into a heat that suffused my entire body. I closed my eyes and teased at the bells, making them jingle, pretending for a moment that I was by myself, masturbating for the joy of it, rather than for an audience because I needed the money.

Then I envisioned my stepfather watching, that he’d caught me playing with myself, and that he was going to punish me. I rubbed my thighs together, losing myself in the fantasy for a moment, forgetting the camera that filmed every move.

A creak startled me back to the present and my eyes flew open.

My stepbrother stood in the doorway, dressed more casually than I’d ever seen him before, in jeans and a snug black t-shirt that hugged every muscle of his arms and torso, his skin covered in blood.

No. Shit. Fuck.What was Gavin doing here? Was hebleeding?

He smirked as I flushed, then held one finger to his lips, winking at me, his bright blue eyes twinkling with cruel amusement.

I opened my mouth to say goodbye to my viewers and end the show, but he shook his head in warning.

“Continue,” he mouthed soundlessly.

I shook my head.

ShowMeYourTats:Is someone there? Are you okay?

I laughed, trying to play it off. “No, nobody’s here. It’s so sweet of you to check on me. It’s just me, my toys, and all of you tonight.”

My stepbrother raised an eyebrow, daring me to out his presence in the room, then pulled out his phone.

DaddyForSluts:Show me that dildo.

RockHard420:You gotta tip her.

DaddyForSluts:/tip $100

My eyes flew to Gavin’s. His sharklike smile was predatory, white teeth flashing in the shadows where he waited.

When I didn’t move, he quirked an eyebrow before his thumbs flew over his phone.

DaddyForSluts:C’mon, slut. Show it to us.

RockHard420:Yeah, baby. Show us the dildo again. Lick it.

RockHard420:/tip $20

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