Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Reasoning that Jewell had had an intimate relationship with the men at one time or was currently didn’t faze him. He wasn’t going to throw stones at anyone. Shit, he hadn’t built his followers by living in a glass house.
Positioning his equipment the way he wanted, Rory walked around the bed, still not making eye contact with Jewell, to remove the picture frame from the wall. Moving it out of sight of the camera, he moved to stand in front of Jewell before finally meeting her gaze.
“Normally, with a submissive, we would discuss the roles each of us would play. For this, I’m going to have to go for what I believe will take any pressure off Elizabeth and give Incog a new focus. To do that, all you have to do is to tune me out and stare straight ahead at the camera defiantly. Pretty much the same expression you’re giving me now.”
“Easy-peasy,” she snapped. “Let’s get on with this. It’s freezing in here. Did you turn the heat off?”
“Yes.” He went to the camera to adjust the settings. “I’ll tell you when we go live. Go ahead and remove your robe.”
Rory watched through the camera lens as Jewell removed her robe. Holy fuck, was he glad he had made the suggestion with the camera hiding his expression. Jewell in the cream bodysuit and pink BDSM harness would give a dead man a rise.
“Can you turn the heat back on, then?”
Moving from behind the camera, he picked up her robe, folding it neatly before laying it on the bed.
“I can’t. I need the effect.”
Her eyes narrowed on him, and then she glanced down at herself. Through her cream bodysuit, the shadow of her pointed nipples could be seen.
A smile tugged on his lips at the dirty look she gave him at the realization as to why the heat had been turned off.
“Men are such douchebags.”
He went to the computer and keyed in his login. “All men in general? Or some men in particular?”
Jewell motioned to the camera. “Men who need this form of entertainment to get off.”
“My audience is male and female. There’s nothing wrong with using visual stimulation to become aroused. Everything in our lives uses visual stimulation to get us to act. Whether it’s eating, walking, and yes, wanting to have sex. Actions create a cause and effect to relieve which need we are trying to satisfy. Hence, you first eat with your eyes. You see an attractive woman or man. Each has a reaction that can be satisfied in different ways. Anything that’s misused then placed in a spotlight tarnishes us all with the same brush.”
“Basically, you’re saying nothing in life is bad if it’s done with moderation; it’s the excess that will do you in.”
“Yes. At least that’s how I feel.” He shrugged. “Or I could just be making excuses to justify my way of living.”
“Do you usually look for motivations as to why you do things?”
“I like to keep it real with everyone. That way, I don’t get bit in the ass.”
“Or get shot when someone doesn’t get their money’s worth from you.”
“I’ve never had a dissatisfied client,” he doled out good-humoredly. “Please hold out your arms.”
Her green-colored eyes sparkled with rebellion, yet she obeyed his request.
Reaching to her side, Rory lifted the pink cuffs to her wrists and buckled them closed. Bending to his knees, he then fastened each of the thigh cuffs. Keeping his fingers steady at being so close to the juncture of her thighs had him imagining a different scene, one in which his mouth was licking the lightly tanned skin he could make out through the sheer material of her bodysuit.
Impersonally, he checked the metal clips to see how sturdy they were. Some of the harnesses sold like what Jewell was wearing were more decoration than useful. These weren’t. They were the real deal and were meant to be used by restraining the wearer. The clips held when he tugged on them.
Studying the flesh underneath the metal, Rory gauged when her skin showed the effect of what he was doing. Releasing the metal, he stood back up to move away a step.
“You get in position. I’m getting ready to start,” he said when he was able to get his voice under control. He didn’t give any clues as to the position he wanted her to take, curious to see if she knew the proper one.
Dropping to her knees, Jewell placed her hands beside her knees, palms upward. Following the instruction he had given her, instead of her head being bowed, she was glaring defiantly at the camera.
Abruptly, he went back to his keyboard, thankful he had placed a sheet over the mirror, concerned any glare would hit the monitor.
Jewell was pure fucking fire, and all he wanted to do was be consumed by her until there was nothing left of him. She could keep whatever was left of her. Actually, he didn’t plan for anything to be left of her.