Page 20 of Knot your Good Girl

My pussy walls flutter against my fingers as I pound into myself and imagine a knot deep inside me as my climax goes on and on.

After a few minutes, my climax ebbs, and I haven’t even come down from my high before he sends a message via the app.

DaddyWantsHisGoodGirl

Next time you’ll come on my tongue, and then I’ll knot you.

Not a chance.I wear a contented smile on my face as I look at the screen.

DaddyWantsHisGoodGirl

You do realize you’re mine now? My good omega. My good girl.

“That would be Tier 5 and sorry, Daddy, but this girl isn’t ready for that.”

DaddyWantsHisGoodGirl

That’s okay baby, we’ll work to that level.

I shake my head, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. It shouldn’t be, because I’m the one calling the shots, not him.

But he’s different, and I love that he always addresses me by baby or good girl, only calling me omega a couple of times. But I can’t let my guard down. Alphas get growly and possessive, as is this one. Yet he is also kind and has an affectionate demeanor.

But is it his plan?

Anxious thoughts swirl in my mind as I absentmindedly chew on my lip.

I don’t know how to reply. So I don’t. As much as I don’t want to scare him away; I like his money. But that’s all I want from him, preferably more of it.

Tonight I’ve earned more money than any other night as an OmegaFans content creator.

I don’t want it to stop.

Dots dance across the screen of my laptop, then disappear. I bite my lip so hard I grimace.

My cell vibrates against my bed. I grab it as I watch the screen and the tip that comes in.

I open my cell to read the message. It’s from my ex-boyfriend, Toby, wanting to meet me tomorrow. I quickly reply.

I’m busy.

Nothing can stop the grin on my face from spreading so wide my cheeks ache. Not even my ex. And as I glance at the screen once more, I work out that one night has made me $6,300 richer.

Soon I can quit my job, travel and do this for life.

Chapter 7

Aiden

There’sahundredreasonsmy brain is telling me why I shouldn’t be here, but I don’t listen to one of them.

And I know I should not have tapped into the human resources database to find her address, or read every detail they have filed on her.

But I did.

I can’t seem to help myself.

I shouldn’t be here.

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