Page 35 of Knot your Good Girl

To be completely truthful, I find this task to be quite challenging, but it’s the only way to achieve my goals.

This is a real-time recording, directly streaming to the app. So, I strive to do everything with a hint of sass.

I press my foot against the windowsill and propel myself to stand on the top. Once both feet are positioned on the sill, I press my breasts against the icy glass and let out a gasp.

My body shivers and my nipples protest.

I overlook the throbbing caused by the cold as my hands move upwards against the windowpane before I push back my ass and wiggle it while discreetly peering out of the window.

There’s only a small bow at the top of my ass. Apart from that, my subscribers can see everything from behind. I momentarily hesitate, enticing the eyes of my supporters to linger on my near-nude body.

As this is a live video and I know what I need to do. I stretch my hand down to my ass and search for the end of the bow. Tugging at the lustrous ribbon until the panties gracefully fall, granting me the sensation of the cool air gently sweeping over my bare pussy.

I draw in a breath, feigning bravery despite my true feelings. I pivot, revealing my breasts but covering my pussy and say, “Thank you for subscribing to tier four.”

I flash a smile into the camera before I press the red button on the remote control in my hand, ultimately concluding the show.

The sound of applause resonates throughout the air. My mouth parts as I survey my room. Only in that instance do I see him in the corner with a scowl on his face.

“What are you doing here?” I yell, covering my tits with my other hand.

“No! What are you doing?” Despite his deep and foreboding timbre, he remains seated in the chair.

“My room is private,” I counter, rushing to the bed and pushing my arms into my robe. “You should’ve knocked.”

“This is my home. Now tell me what you’re doing.”

I push my shoulders back. “Taking photos.”

“For tier four,” he growls. “You look like a prostitute.”

“I’m not…” I go to say the words, but I can’t get them out because he bought me. “Is that what you think of me?” My voice quivers as I suppress my tears.

“It doesn’t matter what I think of you.” He stands and walks to the door. His enormous body fills the space as he presses his hands against the wood.

I nervously gnaw on my lip as I anxiously await his command to vacate his home.

Why would he want me to stay if that’s what he thinks?

A seething anger brews inside me, causing me to push my shoulders back, firmly anchoring myself to the ground. “You’re right, it doesn’t. Nobody knows me. And I can do whatever I want. It’s my body.”

He whirls on his heels. My eyes widen as he gets closer. A subtle curl appears on his lips, but it falls short of a smile. “You’re an omega. You should be cherished.”

He stops in front of me. A palpable surge of energy flows between us as our eyes connect. Goosebumps adorn my arms like scattered petals.

I cinch the rope tightly around my waist, feigning indifference to his proximity. “I don’t want to be cherished. Not when it’s so easily taken back.”

“You’re an omega.” He circles me. His steps are deliberate, like that of a creature poised to pounce and consume its victim in a single swoop. And I’m still standing wide eyed, like I’m his prey. He stops. “Are you saying you shouldn’t be cherished?”

My words become stuck in my throat and my body trembles, sensing the heat of his body as his chest presses against my back.

“I don’t know. It’s… It’s just I’m not expecting it.”

Abruptly, calloused fingers encircle the front of my neck. He tightens his grip around me, pulling me to his chest. “Then expect it.” His soft murmur brushes against my neck, prompting me to draw in a breath.

“But I thought…” This is just an arrangement.

What is going on?

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