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Please send the payment and chat portal, and your availability. I’m interested.

Well, fuck. Before I can second guess myself, I hit the button to send him the payment portal, and type into the chat box.

User: Ladypoison

Ready whenever you’re available, sweets. I’m here to fulfill your fantasies.

I see he’s typing back a reply, and my blood races inside of me so loudly that it drowns out all other sounds. A part of me hopes that he shows his face, not that I would be able to identify‘hoodie guy’either way. The other part of me knows that once I see a stranger staring back at me through my screen, it won’t be the same. It will lose some of its magic for me, and I will have to face reality. I’m not embarrassed about what I do. It’s a legal way to make a living, using an asset that I have. Is it frowned upon in polite society?Sure.Is it keeping me from starving, and in school?Yes. Do I really give a fuck what some uptight assholes think about me, when I know everyone has secrets and desires?Nope, not one bit.ThePhoebe Murphy, who worried about everyone’s opinions, was left to die in Chicago, under the harsh thumb of her mafia family, and the one that would have bought her like an expensive breeding mare. I belong to no one but myself now, and I won’t relinquish my freedom without a fight.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Is right now possible?

Holy eager!A thought is niggling at the back of my mind, but I’m too filled with adrenaline, and distracted, to give it the attention it deserves. I see the notification of his payment come through, and I click the link to begin the chat, after closing off my other chat with my followers, and ensuring my lace mask is still in place. I probably should have gotten cleaned up a bit. I’m currently sitting on a wet spot on my gray sheets, my sex toy buddy discarded next to me, and my warm, clammy skin is rapidly cooling, and goosebumps are rising on my flesh.Fuck it, just go with it, he knows what he’s getting, he just watched the live.

The video window opens, and all I see is complete darkness. Okay, then, that’s not completely unusual. Maybe he’s self-conscious? Disappointment instantly fills me, at not being able to see what he looks like, even though I know deep down I don’t actually want that. “Hey there, thanks so much for wanting to go one-on-one. I’ve sent you my hard limits in the chat. Let me know if there is a specific toy you would like me to use.”

“Fuck,” is groaned back in a husky, deep tone, and it causes a shiver to race across my limbs. “There’s not much on that list, beautiful. You should be more careful with men’s dark desires.”

Chapter twelve

Aiden

She stares back at me from the laptop screen, and I can’t stop the groan that leaves my lips. She’s so fucking beautiful; her skin is all rosy and luminescent from her recent orgasm, below the flimsy silver lace mask she’s wearing, that covers the upper portion of her face. Her pouty red-painted lips are swollen from her biting them, and oh, how I fucking wish I could bite down on them, and suck them into my mouth. Her fake blonde wig is in sexy, messy waves, resting against the perfection of her skin. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief, and remind me of one of theLeannán sídhe. God, I wish I could see her real eyes and hair, even though right now, she looks like a mythical creature, right out of one of the Irish folktales my grandmother used to tell us when we were kids. She’s ethereal, even without a stitch of clothing on, and calls to me with her magical powers, tempting me to reveal myself, but I have to hold strong or risk losing her again.

“Fuck,” I groan, unable to stop myself as I tighten my fingers around my aching cock. Watching her make herself come, and ride that toy, was almost the death of me. I refused to jerk myself off, knowing other men were watching her, and I desperately wanted her to myself. I quickly review her hard limits, and am both pleasantly, and unpleasantly, surprised there are very few listed. “There’s not much on that list, beautiful. You should be more careful with men’s dark desires.” What I really want to tell her is the only desires she should be catering to are mine. That she belongs to me, and always has since we were children, with dirty, scuffed knees, and toothless grins, but I can’t. The minute she knows that I have found her, she’ll run, and I can’t even blame her.

The corner of her mouth lifts in a tempting smile, and the hunger to trace her lips with my fingers, tongue, and cock is a visceral need inside of me, burning through my veins.How could I have been so stupid to let her go? I should have stood up to her father, and later to Tadhg.I’ve lived all my life in the shadows of others, and Phoebe has always been my one ray of beautiful light, the one thing I could cling to in my despair and sadness. She was the one pure peace I had, when my life became more about killing than living. She was my warmth, and without her these last two years, I have been living in utter darkness, devoid of warmth and purpose. Had I known the hell I would unleash on our families, would I have done the same thing again? Could I let her go now that I’ve found her once more? The answer strums through my veins like a Celtic war drum, and I know that now, given even half the chance to bask in her light, I will refuse to be parted from her. Even if that means I put both our lives in danger.You’re not the only one desperate to get her back.The thought whispers through my mind, and I know with a certainty that Nicolo will fight me to the death, to get her back.

She shrugs her pale, freckled shoulder up in a small gesture, and dips her head as if she’s suddenly shy. How can that be, when mere moments ago, she was riding that toy likeQueen Maeve, unapologetically powerful, cunning, filled with unrepentant strength and fertility. She’s a conundrum, one I seem unable to ever solve. “What would you like me to do?” Her voice is soft and tempting, as she pushes some of her long hair over her other shoulder, and trails her fingertips down her chest until they rest just below her lush, full breast with the blush-colored nipple standing erect. I watch, mesmerized, as her forefinger and thumb pinch the tip, and a sexy, hitched moan leaves her lips. The tip of my cock leaks beads of precum, that run down my shaft, and my balls tighten with the need to release the load I have been too stubborn to allow. Fuck, it’s getting harder and harder to hold back.

I’m sitting in complete darkness in my hotel room, awaiting this stupid poker game Nicolo has to participate in. I left him to his own devices, when he started pissing me off with his grandstanding, and obnoxious, entitled attitude, and I was afraid I would put his overbearing large head through a wall. I honestly don’t know how the two of us have remained best friends for twenty years. We couldn’t be more different, and really, if I think about it, the main thing we still have in common is that we are both in love with the woman on my screen. For both our sakes, I hope the fucker doesn’t end up pissing off Dimitri, or someone equally as powerful, and either starting another war, or getting the two of us killed.If he died, you could have Phoebe all to yourself,the thought slithers across my mind, but I shut it down. As much as the fucker pisses me off, he’s still my best friend, and I don’t want him dead.

I bring my focus back to the tempting creature before me, and all thoughts of Nicolo Amato disappear. “Does that feel good, beautiful? Do you enjoy a little pain with your pleasure?” I wrap my fingers tightly around my cock and stroke myself from base to tip, meeting my ampallang piercing on my head, and tugging on the silver barbels with a groan. “Yes,” she moans as her other hand rises, and she squeezes her other breast. Every part of me wants to leave the imprint of my teeth marks viciously along her soft skin. Her head tips back, exposing the long swan-like column of her neck that I long to wrap my hands around, and leave bruises of my fingerprints behind on, so that she’s reminded when she looks in the mirror of who she has always belonged to. I’m so glad that I was able to moderate my voice on the screen. The wonders of technology never cease to amaze me. “Slip one of your hands down your body, and rub your pretty clit for me. Show me what makes you feel good.”

She complies with my request, with another sultry moan, her head now tipping forward, as she stares at the screen from below her long, dark lashes. She leans back against the black iron headboard, and the pile of silky pillows that are propping her up, and spreads her delicate, toned legs open wide, so I can obtain an unobstructed look at her sexy cunt. My glance follows the path down the soft skin of her stomach, to the little trail of neatly trimmed dark hairs that leads me to my greatest desire. Her slim fingers move gently and tentatively over her bare pussy lips, spreading them apart so I can glimpse her swollen little bundle of nerves, as she allows her forefinger to brush circles on its surface. “Mmm, you feel so good,” she moans, adding her middle finger also to the action, and applying more pressure. Her bent legs tense, and her upper body arches, as she enjoys her own ministrations, and fuck, my cock feels impossibly hard, the need to come making it challenging to think clearly.

“Stop,” I order gruffly, and she instantly ceases her movements and stares back at the camera, obeying like a good girl, her tongue swiping across the plush surface of her bottom lip. “You listen so well,my good girl.You want to please me, don’t you?“ She nods her head eagerly, and it brings a smile filled with satisfaction to my lips. It seems my little fairy enjoys being submissive, but I don’t doubt there is more to it than that. Phoebe Murphy is a mixture of so many things, a sexual goddess, an innocent, a powerful woman who could bring men to their knees, and a naughty nymph luring men to their deaths. Right now, I would follow her into the abyss for a taste of her, regardless of the consequences, and who I damn.

“Show me your puckered hole,” I demand through a harsh growl, and shift myself on the end of the bed I’m lying on, so I can palm my testicles between my fingers, and add to the pleasure coursing through my veins. She slides down the mattress and widens her legs further, using both hands to pry her asscheeks apart, and revealing her clenching asshole to my waiting, hungry gaze. “Have you ever been fucked by a real cock in there,A mhuirnín?“ I wait with bated breath for her reply, knowing that I may lose control of myself, depending on the words that leave her lips. She pauses, and a brief look of shock crosses her face, and at first, I don’t realize what has changed.

Fuck,I am a stupid idiot. I just spoke to her in Gaelic. My blood pressure skyrockets, waiting for her to end the live chat as she realizes who I am, but after a few tense seconds, she visibly swallows, and her quivering voice replies, “No, just toys, plugs, and... and dildos.” I release the heavy breath that is making my chest tight, and I feel sweat dripping down my bare back, from my idiotic lapse of judgment. Thank fuck. I’m not sure what I would have done to her once I got my hands on her, if she admitted to having been with an actual man.She’s been gone for two years, and is doing porn, you think she’s been celibate all this time?I ignore the volley of questions my mind throws at me, preferring to leave them for when I don’t have such an enticing sight before me.

“Grab a butt plug and show me how you stretch your pretty asshole with it,” I moan, as I thrust into my own fist, and feel my orgasm rising up my tingling spine. I release my hold on my throbbing cock, not wanting to come too soon. I want to be right there with her when we both explode together. She reaches over to the nightstand, and lifts a metal plug that has a rainbow pattern with a four-leaf clover shape at its end, and I almost lose it and have to swallow the chuckle that threatens to choke me. A lucky clover, and a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, will forever have a new meaning for me now.

She brings the toy toward her soaking center, and trails in between her slick pussy lips, back and forth tauntingly, each pass ratcheting my desire higher and higher, until I could come without even touching myself. Her chest rises quickly and is painted with a pink hue, and her dark blue eyes are dilated, as if she’s high on lust. “Everything about you is beautiful. That’s the prettiest little pussy I have ever seen,” I groan, as I tug on one of my testicles, attempting to stave off my orgasm. “Slip it inside of yourself to lube it up,” I demand, trying desperately to keep hold of some of my quickly evaporating control. She points the narrow end at her tight hole, as her breathing increases with wispy little pants. I watch it slip inside of her, one inch at a time. She pulls it slightly back out and thrusts it deep, until only the rainbow clover is visible, as her other hand squeezes her breast. Fuck, watching her makes me feel like a teenage boy about to come to a porno for the first time. I never would have guessed that my innocent Phoebe had this exhibitionist side to her, and that she would excel at teasing me.

“Pull it back out and taste yourself on its surface,” I moan, and watch as her fingers pull on the delicate clover detail until the plug pulls out of her pussy, and even through the screen, I can see it’s drenched with her arousal. She raises it to her lips, using the rounded bluntend to trace them before her tongue peeks out, and she licks the end like an ice cream cone. “Do you taste delicious, beautiful?”

She wraps her lips around the end of the plug, and sucks it into her mouth, hollowing her cheekbones, like she would my cock. Her other hand leaves her breasts, and two of her slim fingers thrust in and out of her soaked, glistening pussy. I’m completely fucked. My cock is leaking like a faucet, regardless of the fact that I’m not actually touching myself, and is almost painfully hard. “Tell... me... that you’re... mine,” I grunt as I wrap my fingers around my length, and thrust hard and fast, the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

She pulls the toy out of her mouth, licking it before sliding it back down her body, using it to trace each of her nipples and her swollen nub. “I’m yours, all yours,” she moans sensuously. She slips the toy back inside of her tight hole, coating it before pulling it back out, and angling it at her puckered hole, as her eyes bore into mine through the screen that divides us. “That’s it, baby, slowly slip it inside of you. Show me what agood girlyou are,“ I encourage her with a hoarse tone. The little moans that are leaving her lips bring me right to the brink, and with a growl, I come all over my stomach and fingers. The warm cum coating the surface of my stomach makes me desperately wish it was coating her pretty pussy instead.

She pushes the anal plug deep inside of her ass, her leg muscles and taut abdomen seizing on the screen. “That’s it, beautiful, let me see you make yourself come. Pretend it’s my cock inside of that sexy ass, and my fingers slipping into your pussy.” She thrusts two fingers inside of her pussy, her thumb strumming the surface of her swollen nub. It only takes her a few thrusts before she’s gasping and moaning, and a gush of fluid slips from her pussy, soaking the gray sheets below her. “Jesus fuck, you are so sexy, you made me cum all over my stomach, beautiful.”

Shesmiles a sleepy, satisfied smile at me through the screen, as she removes her fingers from inside of herself and lays back on all the pillows, but doesn’t make any attempt to pull out the rainbow clover. “I would love to see you again. Will you allow me to make this a regular thing between us?” I question, hoping that if I do enough of these private chats with her, she won’t have to do the lives, and I can prevent other men from seeing what’s mine. “If you answer a few questions for me.” She leans forward and pulls the camera closer to her, and I get a close-up of her stunning features, including the freckles on her nose, and high cheekbones that I loved to trace when we were younger.Please come back to me, beautiful. I am so sorry I couldn’t stop what was happening, but I swear I will never let anyone hurt you.The words are trapped in my throat, aching to be spoken out loud to her, but I know I can’t utter a single one.

Weariness races through me. What could she need to ask me? I need to be careful here. I’ve already slipped up once, and Phoebe has never been stupid. In fact, she’s one of the smartest people I know. Her foolish brother, and archaic father, never saw her potential, besides using her as a pretty bargaining piece, but if they had, they would have known she could have been an asset to our enterprise. “Are you in Ireland?” I release the breath I was holding. “No, I’m not, but I am Irish.” I watch as she gets herself comfortable on the bed, and pulls a sheet over herself, and I lose my unobstructed view of her tantalizing body. “I’m not supposed to ask, and you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.” A cute look of shyness crosses her features, the little lace mask she’s wearing doing nothing to disguise her discomfort. “Ask your questions,” I command, and she bites down on her bottom lip.

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