Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I think you’ve given them enough, pretty girl, I find myself typing. I don’t want to share. Call me an asshole, but I don’t want anyone seeing her pussy but me. Or at least without me being there making it obvious to all who are watching that though we may be showing her pussy . . . it’s still mine.
Possessive jerk? I guess so.
Should I have resisted? Doesn’t matter. It’s too late now. The message is out there, floating in the digital ether, making its way to Chloe’s screen.
I watch as Chloe pauses. Her hand stills on her underwear, and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. She leans forward, presumably reading my message, and for a moment, I’m terrified she’ll get angry and everything will come crashing down.
But then she laughs, a sound that I will never tire of hearing. “Well, well,” she purrs, addressing her audience. “Looks like my mystery man has decided to join us after all. And he’s feeling a bit . . . possessive.”
The chat explodes again, a mix of disappointment and taunts. I can barely focus on the words scrolling by; all I can see is Chloe, all I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears.
“What do you think, everyone?” Chloe asks, her voice teasing. “Should I listen to him? Or should I give you the show you’ve been waiting for?”
I hold my breath, watching as she reads the responses. My fingers hover over the keyboard, itching to type something else, to beg her to stop, to claim her as mine. But I resist.
No. Fuck that shit. I quickly type a warning on the public feed for all to see, BlackAsChlo . . . naughty girls get punished.
“Hmm,” Chloe muses, tracing lazy circles on her thigh. “It seems we have a bit of a split decision. I might like what my WinterWatcher has in mind for my punishment. I’ve never claimed to be a good girl.”
The temptation to spank her ass has never been so strong. Hearing her plead for mercy as she promises to be the good girl I know she can be. Then she falls to her knees, wraps her lips around my cock and—
“But you know what? I think I’m going to listen to my mystery man tonight.”
Relief washes over me, quickly followed by a surge of domineering pride. She chose me. She listened to me.
“Don’t worry, though,” Chloe continues, her voice a seductive whisper. “I promise we’ll make it up to you next time. Maybe with a special guest appearance?”
The minute she logs off, I instantly get a private message. A punishment, huh?
Yes, I quickly type back. Clearly you deserve one.
Don’t like sharing?
I’m treading dangerous waters now, but I can’t stop myself.
No, I don’t like sharing, I type back. Not unless I’m there to make it clear who you belong to.
There’s a pause, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. Then her reply pops up. Mmm, jealous possessive. I like it. So tell me, WinterWatcher, how would you claim me?
My fingers fly across the keyboard, unleashing all the pent-up fantasies I’ve harbored for months.
I’d start by wrapping my hand in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. I’d mark you there, where everyone can see. I’d punish you in front of everyone so all your subscribers can see what happens when you’re a bad girl and perform for them without me. I pause and add, You deserve discipline for what you did.
Oh really? And what do you have in mind, WinterWatcher?
I’m going to spank that ass of yours until it’s bright red, until your pussy is dripping, and until you are moaning my name.
I stare at the screen, my dick hardening to uncomfortable levels as I wait for Chloe’s response. The seconds stretch into an eternity.
Finally, her reply appears. Mmm, promises, promises. But can you deliver?
Oh, if only she knew. I’ve imagined this scenario a thousand times, planned it out in exquisite detail.
I don’t make promises I can’t keep, I type back. The question is, can you handle it?
I watch the nanny cam footage as Chloe reads my message. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head, weighing the risks and rewards.
Is that your fantasy? she replies.
Pretty girl, I have so many. That’s just one of hundreds when it comes to you.
Tell me another, she says. The biggest one of all.
I pause, considering if I should reveal my truest fantasy of all. The one thing I’ve wanted since I first stood outside her window.
My biggest fantasy, I type slowly, is to not have to spend Christmas alone.
I hold my breath, watching the screen intently. Have I said too much? Have I gone from sexy dom to pathetic cinnamon roll?
Seconds tick by with no response. On the nanny cam, I see Chloe staring at her screen, her expression unreadable.