Page 42 of The Arrangement

No! Get yourself together, Georgia. Once again, I recalled the source material and imitated it as tactfully as possible.

Holding my hand under his chin, I cocked my head as I whispered, "spit." Wolfe's eyes widened, tongue coming out to wet his lips before grabbing my wrist and doing what I commanded.

Little shit couldn't last ten minutes without trying to turn the tables because fuck, why was I sweating and my pulse racing as soon as he gripped and touched my wrist?

Raising my brows in playful combativeness, I lowered my spit-soaked hand to his cock and began pumping him slowly.

His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as something akin to a growl tried to break free from his clenched jaw.

"How does it feel, Wolfe?" I teased, using my thumb to circle the head of his cock, and I felt his body rock against my hand almost imperceptibly.

The masked man cleared his throat before he answered softly, "Good."

I hummed, pumping a bit faster while I watched him all the while. God, I had been reading some filthy forums online lately for tips and tricks, and by the way he was panting, they were paying off.

Wolfe's lower abdominal muscles began to clench, and on my last twist, I pulled away entirely, and he whined at the loss. Fuck he looked ruined. And it looked so good on him.

"Goddamn, I swear payback is coming," he whispered, knowing that he would be editing that part out. I smiled, biting my lower lip playfully.

"Hmm, I don't think you will," I countered, looking him up anddown, "because I think you're enjoying yourself too much." I touched him again, featherlike down his weeping cock as he shuddered. Wolfe's hand came out to clutch my waist as if to hold himself up, and I went back to work. I kept twisting, alternating from fast to tortuously slow as he panted above me, making the most sinful sounds I had ever heard.

The second time I pulled away, he growled, and without warning, Wolfe's tanned and tattooed forearm grabbed my chin, hauling me closer to him. Close enough that his cock was pressed against my stomach, and I could feel the heat of his desire.

"Dammit, woman," he growled, hand grasping the side of my face now as he fought to control his breathing. I couldn't help it; the way he was squirming was making me feel some kind of way. Mostly turned on.

"You asked for this," I reminded, pushing him backward and making sure he was still in view of the cameras as Wolfe made contact with the wall. I gave no quarter, remembering his little threat about spanking my ass the next time we had sex. "Do you want to cum, Wolfe?" I said his stage name with intention, his eyes widening as I took him again. I was going to give him some mercy; besides, it was nearly dinner time, and I was starving.

Wolfe grabbed my ponytail, not hard enough to hurt but enough to stabilize him as his head fell back to hit the wall, and I pumped my fist over his cock over and over. He was thick and long, a perfect combination, but my wrist was tiring quickly.

Dirty talk. I quickly remembered that Wolfe said this certain subscriber loved dirty talk.

"Are you going to cum for me?" I asked sweetly, watching his tongue dart out and wet his lips as he heaved. "Well, are you?"

"Yes!" he gasped, nearly whining as I twisted my wrist at the head of his swollen cock. "Please, Ge—Lace. Please." I faltered at this near mishap, my breath catching in my throat at the strained plea. I swallowed and chose to ignore it, picking up my pace as I did so.

“Well then, be a good boy. Cum for me, Wolfe," I whispered the command, keeping my voice soft but authoritative. Wolfe whined out adrawn-out "fuckkkk," his back bowed from the wall as his abdominal muscles clenched and gave me a slight warning before he came overhand. I didn't stop, though; I pushed him through his orgasm until he squirmed in overstimulation. So there we were, me with a tired wrist and feeling way too self-satisfied for someone who didn't even get off, and Wolfe struggling to remember what timeline he was in.

I smirked, and with my clean hand, I patted his unmasked cheek. "Good boy." Then I walked out of the frame from the camera and went to the bathroom to wash up, feeling way too proud of myself.

Chapter 22

Sebastian

Ok, what thefuckwas that? Did Ilikethat? Fuck, I liked that.

Chapter 23

Sebastian

Iwas still having some combination of an out-of-body experience when I heard the water running in the adjoining bathroom. My heart was still palpitating in my chest like I had just run a marathon, and my muscles were lax as I stayed slumped against my bedroom wall.

I didn’t realize my cameras were still recording until I saw the blinking of the red light out of the corner of my eye and quickly tried to reacquaint myself with reality. I was turning off a camera, the sound of my heartbeat still pounding in my ears when I felt a soft touch on my back.

“Here, let me help,” whispered Clark, her voice back to its usual octave and the mischievous glint in her eye replaced with a doe-eyed expression. Turning to face her, I wasn’t sure what she wanted to help with until I noticed the damp hand towel in her hand. I didn’t get any words out before she gently washed the evidence of my orgasm off of my stomach.

“You can obviously do the rest,” she smirked, her eyes darting down below my navel as she handed me the towel. I wasn’t sure why I felt a flush of heat rise in my cheeks at her soft smile; ignoring it, I took the towel.

“Um, thanks again for doing this,” I called as she retreated into the bathroom to change her clothing.

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