Page 11 of Masked & Mine

Finding myself wanting to disobey, but I also don’t want to be bratty. I’m trying to make it easier to listen and follow the commands. I guess she thinks we’re using separate pictures for our promos. We aren’t. These are about to be hot as fuck.

I look up, waiting for her next command. I hand the remote that controls the camera over to her while making sure we’re all in frame. She grabs our masks, hands them over, and we throw them on. We throw them on. She’s in between us, reaching both of her hands down and tilting our chins up to look at her. I hear theclickof the camera.

She moves her hands to the back of our heads.Click.

Then starts to push our heads together.Click.

Mar reaches down and lifts both of our masks up with one finger.Click.

“Hover over each other’s lips, but don’t kiss just yet.” Fuck, this is so hot. I’m already getting a chub.Click.

“Touch each other, but only one hand each.”

I go for Mack’s hip, and he lands on my bicep that’s closest to the camera.Click.

“Now, unbuckle your belts.”

We start fumbling to unbuckle our belts as fast as possible. I didn’t think anything was going to happen tonight, but the sexual tension that is flowing between all of us is unbearable. Our belts hang open.Click.

I set the camera up facing our normal streaming spot.

“Should we stream, but have you off camera telling us what to do as a little teaser to our cam subscribers?” I ask, sending prayers down to the devil, and that she says yes. I feel like this will be a great test run for me too. This is genius fucking marketing.

“Are you two going to be good boys and listen to what I say?”

I’m internally cringing. Ugh, I hate being called a good boy, but I can tell that Mack is eating this shit up right now. He’s nodding like a goddamn bobblehead, and I find myself nodding along too. Fuck it, I want to see what all this hype around her is.

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Chapter five

Marfa

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“Good.” I responded while smirking at both of them.

??They’re getting all of the cameras set up and ready to go live. They have a really fancy ass setup, and I need to get some recommendations from them because my setup looks like shit right now.

Mack is looking at me like a kid in a candy shop. He’s practically skipping at this point, ready to get this show on the road.

“Okay, are you ready?” Percy asks, looking at me.

“Yes. Both of you get on your knees in front of the couch and look up at the camera.”1Their belts are still undone, and their pants are slung low on both of their hips, looking all disheveled. Their dicksare already straining against their pants. Groaning internally, they look so fucking good.

“You both look like some needy little masked sluts. Look at both of you waiting for my orders.” I can feel Percy trying to hold back. We’ll work on trying to find his limit, even if he hasn’t fought me on anything yet.

I walk over to the computer, making sure I’m out of view on both cameras. Yeah, both cameras. I wasn’t kidding about their setup.

I hit the live stream button. What makes it even hotter is that they have the live stream up on the TV in the living room, so I feel like I’m watching it twice. Live and on the big screen.

We’re waiting there until their subscribers start flowing in. I walk back over to the velvet accent chair and take a seat beside the side view camera. With this leather skirt on, let me tell you, I have never been more excited to not be wearing underwear.

God damn, they have so many subs on here already. Yes! They’re going to be eating out of the palm of my hand by the end of this.

Luckily, I’m close enough to the mic that hangs over the couch.How the hell do they explain that to people that come over here?

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