Page 42 of Bewitched By the Werewolf
“You’re going to help me unbraid my hair with those big masculine hands of yours and I’m going to record it. Then I’ll post it and get paid. Simple.”
Yeah, simple. It’s so far from simple. That means she wants me to touch her again, and I’m not sure I can handle touching her. Running my fingers through her soft red strands and imagining what else I could touch without losing my mind.
“I don’t know about this, Red.”
“I do. This is going to be my best performing video yet, I know it. I’ve never incorporated another into my videos before, so it’ll be something new for my subscribers. All you have to dois stand in front of me and slowly unbraid my hair in front of the camera. You won’t even see your face in the video, I promise. I don’t ever show my face in the videos either.”
She steps back and picks up a black mask and holds it up to her face. It’s a wolf. A reluctant smile breaks through my discontent. She would wear a wolf mask with her obsession with werewolves.
“And what do I get in return for helping you?”
Tess removes the mask and sets it back on the table next to her computer, where I spot video editing software running on the screen. The image of the back of Tess’s head and her hands frozen mid motion plating the braid now in her hair.
“How about the pleasure of knowing you helped a poor girl make enough money to pay her bills.”
I scowl. I don’t like thinking she’s poor and unable to support herself. That will not do. I want to make sure she’s taken care of, fed and happy. I want to be the one to give that to her. And if that means I get to touch her at the same time, I’ll do whatever she asks of me.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Her eyes widen and she is clearly shocked at my immediate assent.
I’m a little surprised myself but also intensely eager now that I have. My fingers itch to reach out and touch her already. I want it more than I’ve wanted anything before and in this moment nothing else matters. My Tess requires my assistance to support her, and she’ll have it.
Her apple scent sharpens, and I inhale a deep greedy lung full. I want that scent branded into my bones.
“Yes, Red. I’ll help you.”
“Okay then.”
Tess moves a little more reluctantly now that I’ve agreed. I think she gets a kick out of arguing with me and forcing me to doas she wishes. Having me submit willingly must be off-putting. It probably should be to me too, but I don’t care anymore, because in a matter of minutes I’ll have her in my hands for the first time.
“Stand here,” she directs, without touching me, to stand in front of the camera.
She adjusts its height, so from my ribs to my knees is in frame. I can see what the camera sees on the computer monitor through the cord she has connected to it. After a few more adjustments to the lighting and focus, she’s happy with its placement. She then places a short stool between me and the camera.
“I’m going to sit here facing you, then you’ll reach around and start undoing my hair from the bottom right and follow it around to the top until it’s all out.”
Her words are quiet and breathy as she depicts what she wants to happen. My own breathing has gone shallow and ragged, my hands flexing at my sides.
“Whatever you want, Red.”
She looks at me apprehensively, not knowing what to do without me arguing with her. I like throwing her off kilter as much as she does me.
“Just don’t like rip my head off with your claws or anything.”
I chuckle at her attempt to lighten the mood. Still sassy. “I wouldn’t dare. I recall you threatening to stab me if I did anything of the sort before.”
Tess tries to smother a smile, but I still catch it. I like that I can make her smile as well as spit fire.
“Good.”
She sits on the stool facing the camera and makes sure we’re both in frame properly. She then hits record and swivels around to face me. Her head squarely in line with my groin. Her eyes widen as she stares directly at the bulge of my cock beneath thedark denim. That pretty pink tongue of hers slips out and licks her lips. I growl-groan in warning. Her eyes shoot up to mine.
“Behave, Red.”
She doesn’t speak and her eyes drop then close. Probably for the best. If I keep watching her eye my cock hungrily, this video is going to end very differently.
I close the distance between us, bringing her nose nearly flush to my stomach, as I reach out and slide my hands around her neck. Her skin is silk soft and the feel of it against mine produces the same response as before. Heat radiates through my body, and I can feel my base instincts rising to the surface. I shake them off and focus on just touching her, feeling her and enjoying her.
