Page 26 of Moon Blind Hearts
“Just no boobs,” I remind him.
He nods. “Noted,” before he picks me up and sets me on the end of the bed. “Now you sit there all pretty while we finish the set up and we’ll start.”
Cash presses a kiss to my hand before he moves over to help Oak finish up. I watch the two of them move seamlessly around each other. At some point, I realize Cash is barefoot and somehow, it’s more endearing. When he comes back over, he’s carrying my mask I’d set down on the desk. I got to reach for it but he pulls back.
“Ah, ah, ah, Mistress,” he teases. “Allow me.”
He carefully presses it against my face, waiting for me to hold it in place before he gently ties to the ribbons behind my head. It’s a cat mask today, simple but pretty.
“You ready?” he asks.
“As I’ll ever be,” I answer.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” Ivy declares. “Y’all got everything covered so I’ll see myself out.” She winks at me and makes an O-face jokingly, sucking a ghost dick before waving and leaving the barn.
Cash laughs and shakes his head. “She’s somethin’ else, ain’t she?”
“You have no idea,” I laugh, settling back.
He gestures to Oak who picks up a large camera and steps forward. He counts down from three as Cash takes up his place standing beside me. At one, a mask drops into place on Cash’s face and he turns languid as he blows the camera a kiss.
“Welcome back to The Velvet Rodeo, y’all. We have a very special treat for everyone on this Truth or Dare Tuesday. Give a warm welcome to our fan favorite guest, Vanta Vyxxxen again,” he declares, reaching for my hand and threading his fingers through mine. The screen lights up immediately with requests and hearts welcoming me.
“I’m happy to be here, little bats,” I murmur. “I’m ready for the game.”
“Now everyone knows the rules,” Cash continues. “If no one puts in any requests, it’ll be up to us to ask the questions, and you know how much I like to ask someone if they prefer pineapple on their pizza or not. If you want the good stuff, submit a request and we’ll play.”
There’s clearly no need to worry that no one will submit requests. There’s already a queue of them ready to go, those who have a dare or a truth they’d like to ask waiting. Apparently, there will be no shortage.
“Oh, we’re eager tonight, aren’t we, kittens?” Cash teases them, flirting with the camera that Oak carries like it’s second nature to him.
He’s clearly at home here in a way that had taken me a while to get used to. The man should have been an actor with how easily he plays to the audience. I’ve never seen anyone so comfortable with being in the spotlight.
“What are we doing?” I rasp, settling back on the bed. “Truth or dare?”
“Oh, they know we always start with truth, don’t you, kittens?” Cash says to the camera. The first request pops up and he smiles. “GirdedLoins asks what your favorite position is, Mistress.”
“Oh, good question,” I purr, leaning into the camera as Oak comes closer. “My favorite position is boss.” I wink and stroke my hand down Cash’s arm. “And also standing above a little bat who’s on his knees.”
Cash grins. “As it should be.” He glances back at the camera. “Any truths for me?”
I lean forward toward the screen and grin. “Just_Jess asks how hot are you right now for me?”
“So hot,” he answers, reaching down to cup his cock through his jeans. “Eager to please. I can’t wait to see you in all your glory.” His eyes crinkle. “Now that the ice is broken, I see we have our first dare.”
Dares range from twenty-five dollars up to one hundred depending on what’s being asked. We play until one of us loses, and the subscribers aren’t charged unless their dare is completed. It’s a way to keep things fair.
“I dare you to remove Vanta’s robe,” Cash reads out. He rubs his hands together. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He moves over to me and slowly unties the robe, meeting my eyes as he does so. Oak moves around us to get a close-up of his hands as they work before stepping back to get the way we’re looking at each other. Slowly, he opens the robe and looks down at what I’m wearing, breathing a sigh of appreciation before he slides the robe from my shoulders.
“Just look at her,” Cash tells the cameras. “Beautiful, isn’t she?”
His fingers trace down the large tattoos covering my body along my shoulder, stroking the ink as if he’s remembering the lines. He tips up my chin. “You wanna read the next one, Mistress?”
I lean around him to see the screen. “BootyWork dares you to get fully naked,” I read. A heavy payment. “We’re not wasting time, are we?”
“My kittens never do,” Cash grins as he steps back. He pulls his shirt over his head in the way only men seem to be able to do and drops it on the floor. He reaches for his belt next and starts unbuckling. He focuses on the camera Oak carries as he comes closer, making a show of each item being removed. When he kicks his jeans off, I’m faced with the beauty that is Cash. He’s lean, his body sculpted by hard work and cardio. His skin has a rich tone to it that speaks of the sun and I wonder what his heritage is. The golden tone of his skin makes me want to lick along it, makes me want to trace the black ink peppering his body in delicate and bold mixtures. Where my ink is all one large piece, Cash’s are all individual pieces existing on the same canvas. They’re as chaotic as he feels and I realize it suits him perfectly.
