Page 10 of Finding Haven
“And why exactly are we installing security at a local bakery?”
He’s silent for a moment before he sighs. “Because I’m fucking crazy about the owner, and I can’t focus on my latest target until I know she’s safe. I can’t be with her all hours of the day, so the least I can do is make sure we’re watching over her.”
I’m not even going to bother questioning him. If he wants me to add his girl to the list of people I’m keeping tabs on, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do. “Not a problem. Text me the details.” I hang up before he can respond, knowing he’ll be sending over all of the information I need momentarily. And sure enough, my phonepingswith a location pin for our meetup tomorrow.
The brief conversation was enough to pull my focus away from the weight of exhaustion, but now I need another distraction.
I don’t know what it says about me that the only solution I can come up with involves browsing the profile of a certain curvy masked blonde, but here we are. Her profile image has a thin red ring around it, indicating that she is currentlylive.My pulse kicks up a notch as I click into her livestream. The screen turns black for a brief second before I’m blessed with the sight of her sitting on her bed. She’s clearly using her phone for this—only her upper body is visible, her breasts threatening to spill overa dark purple lace top. Her face is covered from her cheekbones to her eyebrows by a lace mask, something befitting a masquerade.
Her eyes are dancing between the camera and the screen as comments flow in from subscribers.
Ur so hot
Show us your tits
U should b mine
Take it off, baby
My blood heats, simmering to a boil beneath my skin as I read comment after comment. Some are attempts at flattery, while others are pleas for her to give them more. Most don’t even bother to form full, coherent sentences before making some vulgar demand.
I hate it.
Any woman putting herself out there in such a vulnerable way should be treated with respect, not degraded. Unless she’s specifically stated she likes that sort of thing and has consented to it.
I’m sure anything I post will be lost to the masses, but I can’t let the only ones she sees tonight be rude. I quickly type out a comment of my own and send it.
NoMerZ:
Hey there, Sugar. You look fucking stunning.
Her eyes flit back to the screen as my comment appears, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She swipes the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip before she leans forward slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand.
The simple motion has my cock pulsing with interest.
“Hey to you too, Z,” she says, her sweet voice filtering through my speakers. I assumed she would either ignore my comment or utter some kind of greeting to the dozens of people currently watching her. I wasn’t at all prepared for her to verbally respond directly to me. “You guys will have to just bear with me,” she says teasingly. “This is my first time, and I'm a little nervous.” I'm sure she means it's her first time doing a live session, but the way her sultry voice wraps around the words has me imagining a different scenario.
“It helps knowing you're here,” she says, leaning back against the headboard. She’s talking to the group of viewers now, purposely not addressing anyone specific. “To be honest, I wasn't sure how I felt about doing this, but a friend convinced me to give it a try.”
I fight back a groan and send another message to the chat as she scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip.
NoMerZ:
Seeing you has already made my night so much better, Sugar.
“I’m glad I could help improve your night, Z.”
Fuck, my cock likes it when she speaks directly to me.I have to remind myself that watching her right now isn’t an invasion of privacy, no matter how much it feels like one. She has chosen to allow viewers to watch her. If anything, I’m doing exactly what she wants by interacting. Plenty of other comments are flooding through the chat, but I’m choosing to ignore them. She has my full undivided attention right now. I reach beneath the waistband of my joggers and grip the base of my cock, willing it to calm down.
“I guess I’m not the only one who’s not quite ready for bed, huh?” She brushes her hair off her shoulders and trails her fingertips across her collarbone, drawing attention to her full breasts. Her eyes flick to the screen, reading a few of the comments. “Not this time, guys. If you want to see more, you’ll have to pay for a private session.”
That’s a fucking option?
Sure enough, a link to schedule a private session pops up in the chat window. I’ve never clicked something so fast in my damn life. If anyoneis going to steal all of this woman’s attention, it’s me. A message pops up to confirm the price, and I happily agree to the several hundred dollar fee.
“Looks like I’m needed elsewhere, guys. I hope you all have a wonderful night,” she says. The screen goes black, indicating that her livestream has ended. A moment later, a new window appears on my screen.
SugarQueen has accepted your private session request.
