Page 41 of The Arrangement

Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to the phone. It was a message on whatever server Quinn used as his Masked Wolfe account.

Anon746:I would love a video of you getting edged, maybe with a little bit of submission thrown in if you're feeling up to it. I enjoyed the previous videos of you and Princess and would love some more of the same with your new partner!

Princess—that had been Natalie's stage name. Okay, even if I hadn't had a lot of practice in this area, I couldn't deny that I was intrigued by the idea. The least I could do was try, right?

Taking a deep breath, I put the phone on the table and pulled my hair into a ponytail, the top of my bangs brushing the lace mask.

"Any questions?" he asked, already shirtless with a mask set on top of his head like a beanie. I shook my head but quickly reconsidered.

"We talked about my boundaries, but we didn't talk about yours," I realized suddenly, hoping I hadn't crossed any boundaries before this with my naivety.

Quinn smiled before replying, the stupid smile bringing out his equally stupid dimple. "I'd tell you if we did anything crazy, I promise. We're just recording; I was thinking a simple handjob would do it."

I swallowed hard and nodded, my brain immediately thinking of him on his knees, looking up at me. "Yeah, I'm good, let's get to it!"

It started like usual, with us communicating and going over the scene. I decided to keep on my white t-shirt, which I’d paired with some black panties, and I shucked the leggings I’d been wearing all day into a corner and out of sight of the camera.

"Okay, we're rolling!" Quinn exclaimed, rolling down his facemask and turning to me, just the cut out of his eyes and thick brows visible as he said, "Thanks again for doing this on such short notice. I was going to turn her down, but I figured I'd ask."

I shrugged. "I need the extra cash, so why not." Even with the mask around my eyes, I could still see him fairly clearly, his chest heaving slightly.

"So what are you waiting for?" I lilted, cocking my head to the side as my eyes trailed up his body. "Get on your knees, Wolfe."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "You're going to have so much fun with this, aren't you?" But I didn't need to ask twice as he sank to his knees, staring at me the entire time he did so. My breath caught in my throat; it was a masterpiece.

Wolfe's skin, somehow even more bronze skin under the red lights that danced over the peaks and valleys of his muscles, never ceased to make my mouth dry—and him on his knees with his eyes trained on me?Like he was asking me what to do next?A large part of me knew I preferred when he was in control, when he threw his weight around and me along with it; however, there was a curious part of me that began to think that I could get used to this.

I didn't even really know what I was doing; it was all instinct at this point as I walked closer to him, taking his chin in my hand and lifting it higher to make sure his eyes were on mine.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" I asked, my voice low and so unlike itself that I nearly didn't recognize it. With my hand still gripping his chin, I felt more than saw the shudder that ran through him at my question as he swallowed hard.

"Yes," Wolfe whispered, soft and obedient. I walked around him, my hand trailing under his chin and around his neck until I was behind. Part of me wished he didn't have his mask, that I could run my hands through his thick, black, tousled curls until he was putty in my hands.

I thought about him on the night I’d rubbed the ointment into his shoulder, about how he’d relaxed so quickly under a soft touch. Maybe he liked that? So I carefully ran my nails around the back of his neck where the seam of the mask met his tan skin. A shiver ran through him, bumps rising in the wake of the slow drag of my fingers.

"Have you done this before?" he muttered, his voice sounding breathy.

"No, so don't spoil the mood," I quipped, and he nodded, but I saw the way his eyes crinkled at the sides as he smiled underneath the black mask.

"Okay, it's your show," he whispered, the cameras’ red lights blinking and the hum of the lamps surrounding us as I stood behind him. I could hear his breath catching, a shudder running up his spine as I artfully traced the finely toned muscles of his shoulders.

Wolfe swallowed hard as I tilted his chin up to look at me, knowing that the shirt I was wearing was thin and see-through. I was feeling bold, seeing this tall, confident man staring up at me with pupils blown as he waited for my next command.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" I purred, allowing Lace to come through. Or whomever I was with the mask on, someone who wanted desperately to see this man come undone. To give him just a taste of how he made me feel, how his touch sparked a fire in my veins.

I nearly started as I felt his hand wrap around my calf as if he were steading himself. "Yes," he gasped out, his amber eyes watching my every move. It was my turn to swallow, knowing that the cameras were running, though I knew he could edit out any hesitation on my part.

"Take off your pants, Wolfe." I broke the silence, the words coming out before I realized I had uttered them. I didn't take my eyes off him as he slowly stood, taking off his pants easily. Wolfe was already hard, his hands fisted at his side like he wanted to touch himself, but he was waiting.

I stepped in front of him, and I heard a sharp inhale of breath as his hard cock brushed against my stomach. I quickly remembered something I’d seen in a porn clip once, and that it had, you know, awakened something in me. So, what the hell, right?

Grazing my fingers along the underside of his dick, caressing the vein there until he was panting, I finally gave him a reprieve.

"Lift your mask, Wolfe," I commanded, my voice soft yet confident. It was everything I was not feeling right now, but the small wave of lustful power seemed to be working in my favor. I was going to beso embarrassed after this, but to his credit, Wolfe didn't look like he was going to make fun of me.

His chest was rising and falling so fast it was as if he was running a race. Carefully, Wolfe turned the end of the mask up onto the bridge of his nose, the slight dusting of beard making a rare appearance on camera.

My stomach flipped at the view, and I swore if I were taller, I would be so tempted to kiss along that jawline.

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