Page 3 of Queen Of Dark Money

"CanItell you guys a secret?"Iwhispered to the camera, crawling seductively onto the bed, making sure to part my legs just enough to give them a peek at the way the thong was slipping between my folds, collecting the arousal that built asIshowed myself off for money. "There'sa man in the other room.He'snot my boyfriend and not my dad, butIbet if he caught me doing this in his house, he'd spank my ass until it was red and hot."

Idelivered a slap to the side of my ass to punctuate it and moaned again as the familiar sting settled in and radiated out from the impact.

Ispotted a few comments in the corner, and a private message alert—from misterDotComhimself.Witha playful sigh,Iclicked on the screen and slid it down, peeking at his message.

AndthenIsmiled right at the camera.

DomDotComwas a freak.Thegood kind.

Wake him up. I bet he'd like it.

Theimage of the man out there walking in on me, thinkingIwas trying to escape, or worse, thatIwas hurt, only to find my legs wide open and my fingers buried inside my cunt asIcame all over his pretty expensive sheets, turned me on so fast it dragged a raw and unstaged whimper of need through me, lighting up the room like the fourth ofJuly.

Fuck, he would be so mad.

Iwonder if he'd punish me?

Thinkingabout the wayDominickstared me down whenIdared to wander off at the auction,I'djust bet he was a brat tamer at heart.He'dhave that firm handIneeded to be brought into line whenIwas feeling the naughtiest.

Nowthat he was firmly placed in the forefront of my mind, the whole room took on a heated glow that filled every muscle in my body.Iwas on fire, andIcouldn't wait to put my hands on my body and imagine his instead.

Theassholes on the other side of the screen were mostly quiet now; they knew what time it was.

Showtime.

Afterabandoning the mask,Isettled into the center of the bed and rolled onto my back, making sure to fluff the pillows one last time beforeIgot comfortable.Mypanties were soaked already, but they couldn't see that on the camera.MaybeifI'dhad my ring light and a better setup, but not on the screen of a phone.Notthat anyone was complaining.

Myelbows settled into the plush mattress andIsighed, closing my eyes to half-mast with a slight grin on my face.Thecamera was trained on me, and it excited me to know thatI'dbe the reason all these men went feral tonight.Theymight disgust me, with their crass demands and jackass comments, but their attention made me feel desired.Mademe feel wanted.Needed, almost.

Islipped my hands down my body, cupping each breast, relishing the rough drag of the lace across my nipples, then moved further south, my fingers dancing over the soft curve of my stomach, dipping into the dimples of my hips asIwent, my eyes on the camera.Itried my damnedest to make them feel like we were looking into each other's souls, likeIcould see them just as they could see me.Halfof them were probably jerking on unimpressive dicks asIgave them a show, cheating on their wives in spirit if not in body.

Themessages lit up again asIbit my lip and slipped a single hand over my panties, letting them watch asIcupped that hot part of me, rocking slightly into the touch, then pulling back, only to repeat the action.Afterthe third pass,Ispread my legs a bit and tugged the wet lace to the side, giving them a flash of the pink, shaved flesh hiding just out of reach.Igroaned and let my head fall back asIdipped a finger inside my waiting heat, dragging it out to display my arousal clinging to the single digit.

"I'mso wet,"Imoaned asIbrought that finger to my mouth, licking the slick off it and dragging the now-wet tip of it across my nipples. "Fuck,Iwish you were here with me, so you could taste me."

Isaw those notifications go off again, andIwishedIhad my laptop with me.Whoknew what he was saying in those messages?Icould be missing out on tips.

Iscooted to the edge of the bed again and pulled the phone off that stupid tripod, flipping through the notifications andspammy messages whileItugged at my bra cup playfully on camera, hoping they didn’t notice how absentIwas.

There!Onthe bottom of the list, his message box.

Asingle message in the little white box, marked ‘new’.

You like to be punished?

Mybreathing quickened, because asImoved to reply, the three dots indicating he was typing appeared, andIheld my breath in anticipation, fingers dancing over my nipple through the lace while he teased me with a response.

Itcame in seconds later, and my pulse skittered.

I see you watching for me, sweetheart. Why don’t you get back on that bed and please yourself like a good girl?

Fuck.

Thisman had brass balls,I’dgive him that.Myheart beat wildly out of my chest asIcrawled backward, spreading my legs again.Thistime, though,Iangled the camera down and watched myself slide two fingers over the crease of my folds, the fabric thong gathering my wetness asIteased myself with their rough, abrasive material.

Idebated my next move for all of five seconds.Andthen, with a moan of pleasure, and anticipation,Iclicked ‘offer a private session’ on the sidebar beside his name, and set the phone down against my foot, pussy lined right up in the shot.

AndthenIpulled my panties to the side and shoved my fingers inside myself, so needyIlet out a high-pitched whine at the sensation.

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