Page 11 of Mistletoe Misconduct

“Use your words, Kai. Otherwise, we aren’t doing this. And that’s okay too. You can walk away from this unscathed. Just like I’m consenting to being watched by these men, and sometimes women, playing into their fantasies, you need to as well. Most of you won’t be seen, but what we’re about to do is intimate, and that means you’ve gotta consent.”

“I want this,” he says, blowing out a breath and running his hand over his dark, low-cut curls. He clears his throat the way he always does when he’s about to lie to me. “I mean, Ineedthis. Need the money.”

He blows out another long breath, standing up from the bed. “Okay, if you want to stop at any point, just say so and this ends. I’ll slam the laptop shut and be done with it. Okay?”

“Got it,” he confirms, shaking out his arms and doing a little jog in place as if he’s about to go for a run.

It makes me giggle as I toss my white crop top to the ground and slide my shorts off, positioning myself for the camera the same way I had been before.

“We’ll start with panties on so you can work up to fingering me.”

His eyes haven't left my lace-covered pussy in over thirty seconds, and I think I see some drool. “Just follow my lead,” I tell him, turning the livestream on.

“Hello, my little kittens. It’s Friday, which means I have averyspecial surprise for you today,” I purr, using the most seductive voice I can manage. I feel a little silly putting on an act like this with Kai in the room.

I can already feel my skin burning up under his gaze.

“Someone will be joining us today. Someone with big,stronghands and a cock I want to choke on. Who knows? Maybe one day I will for you guys.” I smirk when I see all of the comments flooding through, so I prioritize the ones from people who send tips with their replies.

“I’m sorry, Jerry, there won’t be any audio on your end today. As much as your sexy voice turns me on,”—I see Kai stiffen but ignore it—“I wouldn’t want to distract our guest.”

I read a few more, snaking my hand down to cup myself, gently circling my clit with my middle finger. “Okay, last question before I introduce him. Fred asked if we’re together because he’s afraid it’ll break the fantasy for him. No, Fred, don’t worry, he’s just a visitor, nothing more.”

That’s a dead-ass lie, much like everything else I do in these chat rooms. I very rarely have a real orgasm on here. It’s all too scripted, and it usually doesn’t feel right.

I meet Kai’s warm brown eyes, extending my hand for him to take so I can place it on me, just like I had earlier.

We maintain eye contact the whole time I’m speaking, and the bed sags beneath me as he crawls back into position, lying next to me. “This is our special guest; he’s going to use his hands to fuck my sweet little cunt just the way I know he’s been dreaming about.”

A smirk crosses his lips, and it sets me at ease.He’s finally starting to relax into this and regain some of his playboy energy.

I lean back onto the pillows, releasing Kai’s wrist, and shoot him a wink, hoping he knows that means it’s his time to take over.

When I start to get bored, I’ll just fake an orgasm and resume my plans to rot on the couch for the rest of the night.

Except when Kai starts to take over, I know right away that we won’t be able to go back to the way things were before.

His eyes never leave mine as he starts to swirl a finger over the lacy fabric before hooking it under the material and snapping it against my skin. It stings for a moment, but electricity crackles through my core at the contact.

“You like that, angel?” he asks, tugging the fabric to the side and running a fingertip through my slit.

I nod, my lips wobbling as I fight to remain as composed as possible.

“Don’t go quiet on me now.” He tsks. “Where’s that loud mouth of yours? I think your viewers want to get what they paid for, yeah? So I wanna hear you fuckingscream.”

He slides his index finger in, pumping it and stretching me the slightest bit as my eyes practically roll to the back of my head.

“Can you do that, angel? Can you get nice and loud for us?”

“Yes,” I pant, my chest heaving. I snake a hand up my abdomen, and when I find my nipple, I roll it between my thumb and forefinger. “God, yes.” I moan when he positions his hand with his palm up so his thumb grazes my clit, and his other fingers apply the most glorious pressure to the sides of my pussy lips.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I cry out. My hands shoot to my sides, gripping the sheets as he repositions his hand so his middle and ring fingers are inside of me.

I finally break eye contact so I can stare at the screen, watching how he fucks me. He twists his wrist so his palm is down and spreads his fingers inside me. A loud groan claws up my throat.

“Fuck, yes, give me more,” I moan, begging for anything he’ll let me have.

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