Page 14 of Knot your Good Girl

And me being an omega among betas is harder than I imagined it would be. My instincts are to stand back and let them win. Only my sister’s words in my head telling me to be brave help me on those days.

Apart from the bathroom situation, the four of us get along better than anyone would believe, and they’ve helped me become a stronger person than I used to be.

I would never do what I do otherwise.

I place the camera on the dresser at the end of my bed, ready to make a bunch of videos.

I make one video of me crawling to the top of the bed while glancing over my shoulder and into the lens. I wait a few moments, enough time for my subscribers to really see me before I stop the footage with the discreet remote in my hand.

I roll off the bed, stop the camera, and check the footage.

A mischievous smile dances across my lips. Not only does my small waist make my ass look pretty damn good. I look kinda cute.

I save the video and set it to record again before scooting back to the top of the bed, where I lie on my back and fan my hair over the pillow. Then I fold the end of the length of silver tinsel around one wrist, and flick the tinsel around the metal of the bedpost. I glance at the camera, making sure I’m in the right place. I am, so I pull on the tinsel before wrapping it around my other wrist.

I look like I’m tied up.

After positioning my legs so my subscribers will see perfectly the inside of my thighs, I pout at the camera, focusing all my attention on the red light that is currently recording me. Or more specifically, on the men who are going to watch this edited video later, and hopefully send me a large tip.

My pink lips open slightly as I widen my legs a little more. I never took a suppressant today. I want as much slick in my pussy as possible. But it’s not the only reason it’s building. I’m so turned on by this that my slick is gushing against my panties. I’m sure the alphas who watch this will also love seeing the wet patch between my legs.

I push my boobs to the ceiling, smile and say, “Look how wet I am. What are you going to do with me?”

I make a fake attempt to get out of my binds, but only twist until I’m on my hands and knees, and flick my head over my right shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy.”

What the fuck made me say that?

It’s Polly’s fault.

Oh well, I can’t take it back without starting again and maybe it’ll give me a bigger audience.

“And I want to be your good girl, Daddy,” I whisper, fluttering my eyelids toward the camera. That didn’t seem so bad. “I want to show you how good I can be. Do you want that?”

For a moment, I consider what I’m doing. I’m on OmegaFans and should call for an alpha, not a daddy. I shake it off and smile at the camera. There’s only one way I’ll get to travel, because my shitty paying actual job won’t get me there.

And I need to do this.

I pause for a moment, staring at the wall ahead, and letting anyone viewing see my almost naked ass in these barely there, almost transparent panties.

I’ve made sure the scene will be in the center of the screen.

I shake my body, pretending again to get out of my binds and sigh, “Oh Daddy, this is making me so wet.” Then smile into the pillow for a little longer. Enough time for viewers to see my curvy ass, and the slick that now coats the inside of my thighs, and want more.

And hopefully send me a large tip.

I untie the tinsel and reach for the camera. I watch the footage over and over, working out the perfect time to start and stop the video.

“That should do it,” I say after editing, because if it doesn’t work, I’m at a loss.

Smiling to myself. I now have two videos ready for tier four and it was so damn easy. I press play and watch the full recordings before I upload them to my OmegaFans page.

After sending video one to my tier two subscribers, and hope those subscribers will want to sign up for more, I upload the second video, which is far more risky to tier three. And decide where to do more.

My heart flutters wildly as I acknowledge the sheer ease with which I performed. Not once did I consider what I was doing was wrong.

My finger clicks on Tier Four.

Can I?I stare at the screen.

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