Chapter 5
Five
Patrick
Waking up early has never been my forte, but if I’m going to be a farmer and keep a roof over my head, I’ll need to learn to adjust my schedule.
Cold water sends a shock to my system as I splash it over my face.
It also does nothing to help the red in my eyes from staying up late and watching TV last night.
Hopefully my face isn’t what Sheep Finder pays attention to during our call.
My stomach swirls when I look down at my phone—twenty minutes until our private chat.
This will be my third, but for some reason this man has my nerves making my head whooshy even though we only talked for ten minutes.
As soon as I’d seen his name, I laughed.
Did he customize it based on mine? It was his last two messages that stuck with me, though, and now there’s the anticipation of being surprised by what he might want, along with the promise of him seeing me for all of it.
What makes zero sense has me more on edge.
They’ve all seen me, but something about him saying the words to me had a wave of electricity zip-lining down my spine.
He’s just like the others, except none of them left me breathless as I waited for their call.
After brushing my hair and teeth, I hurry to my room and browse through my closet, settling on a pink silky robe lined with feathers.
Slipping it over me, I rustle through the top drawer for some matching panties and make my way to my chair.
My alarm going off sends a jolt through me and I sit up, taking a breath as I adjust the camera.
Sheep Finder: Hi there.
“Hey.” I nibble on my bottom lip, tugging on the sash of my robe. “How are you?”
Sheep Finder: Better now.
“Your camera is off and you’re not using the microphone.”
Sheep Finder: Yes, this is good for now.
“So mysterious,” I tease, my body still tense.
Sheep Finder: You look tired. Did you miss your bedtime?
“I got a little sidetracked with a movie I was watching.” I shuffle in my seat, twisting my body enough for one side of my robe to fall open.
Sheep Finder: Is that what has you so jittery? Lack of sleep?
“No . . . maybe. I also haven’t done many of these, and never this early,” I stammer.
Sheep Finder: No? How many have there been?”
“Three.”
Sheep Finder: But I'm the first and only one this early. What else haven’t you done with anyone else on here?
I sputter a laugh. “Talk this long. Normally someone has a request by now. I was just about to remind you that your hour started ten minutes ago.”
Sheep Finder: Who said I only wanted an hour?
“I guess I just assumed . . . I don’t know. How long did you want? I do have chores to get to by ten. Not that I’m trying to rush you or anything.
Sheep Finder: You know you should really stand your ground or else people will walk all over you.
“Stand my ground?”
Sheep Finder: Yes. Tell me you need to be done by a certain time and that’s it. Don’t let me think I have the ability to change your mind or else I’ll try to.
“You saying you’d take advantage of my kindness?” I arch a brow, tilting in my seat.
Sheep Finder: No. I’ll assume you’re giving me an opening to push you more, and if that’s what I think you’re doing then yes, I’ll take full advantage.
“Is talking all we’re going to do? Because I’m sure you could do this with anyone else for free.”
Sheep Finder: Yes, but I want to talk to you, and don’t worry, I’m well aware of what I’m paying for.
I wiggle in my seat, lowering my gaze. “Just wanna make sure is all.”
Sheep Finder: Look back up at me, Little Bo Peep. I want to see those pretty eyes when you talk to me.
A shudder runs through me as I flit my gaze to the camera. “What else you wanna see?”
Sheep Finder: Relax.
Sucking in a breath, I slump in my chair. “It’s not easy when you’re being watched.”
Sheep Finder: No, I imagine not. But you like it, don’t you? Being peeped on. Caught doing things others shouldn’t be able to see.
My breaths stammer and I lick my lips. “What makes you think that?”
Sheep Finder: You light up on camera. You’re glowing now, and when I mention being able to see you, your face elates. You don’t stop your robe from falling open, moving from side to side so more of you can be exposed. You want me to see what you’re willing to show. You want me to see you.
My breaths stick to the roof of my mouth, and it isn’t until I look down that I realize I’m grinding against the chair, my hard cock creating a wet stain over my panties.
Sheep Finder: Let me see what this is doing to you. Show me.
I tug at my sash and slide my robe off my shoulders, my piercings catching in the light, and I scoot closer to the camera with my nipples beading.
Sheep Finder: Lower.
With panting breaths, I lower the webcam and spread my legs.
Sheep Finder: Mmm, so fucking wet. I bet you taste so sweet too. Shove those fingers into your panties.
Arching my back, I slide my hand down the center of my body and slip my fingers under my waistband. Light as a feather, their brush sends a thrill through me, and I gather precum from my tip.
Sheep Finder: That’s a good Little Bo. Now lick your fingers.
My heart hammers and my hand trembles as I remove it from my underwear.
Seconds later I’m sucking my fingers between my lips, tongue swirling around my salty skin.
I moan, rolling my hips. I haven’t been this turned on since .
. . since the shower when I pretended I was being watched by my sexy neighbor.
What if he’s right outside my window and really watching me this time?
What if another animal got out and he was on his way to my front door, but was stopped by what he saw through the open curtains?
He’d have a good view of the side of me.
I don’t turn to look, not wanting to kill the fantasy, and just keep staring ahead.
Sheep Finder: Looks like it tastes good. Those sounds tell me exactly what I’m missing. Would you let me suck on those fingers too if I were there?
I slip my fingers out of my mouth, words caught in my throat.
Sheep Finder: Would you let me show you what I want you to do to my cock with that sweet little mouth of yours?
My mouth waters. For all I know this man could be some eighty-year-old or hiding in his office from his pregnant wife.
I cringe on the inside, hoping none of that’s true. Shaking my bad thoughts away, I snap back into working mode, except I don’t really have to try hard with him.
“Yes.”
Sheep Finder: You’d need more than two fingers. I’d need to make sure you were able to spread those lips wide enough.
“Can you show me now?”
Sheep Finder: Is that what you want, baby? For me to prepare you for my cock?
“Please,” I say with my voice uneven.
Sheep Finder: I want that too. I need you to be ready for when the time comes because I won’t be gentle. I’ll be too impatient for that.
A delicious shiver runs through me. It’s role play. That’s all he’s doing. He’s not ever actually going to see me in person. We’re probably not even in the same state and he has no idea where I am. I keep all my details a secret, using a fake name and lying about where I’m from.
“I don’t want gentle. I like it rough. I want it to hurt.”
Sheep Finder: I sure hope you mean that, because I’m going to hold you to your word.
“I do,” I murmur, stroking my nipples.
Sheep Finder: You like giving those titties attention, don’t you? Will you be touching them while I wreck your mouth.
“If that’s what you want.”
Sheep Finder: It’s what you want too. Look how high your voice goes. I bet you like it more when someone else does it.
“I . . . I don’t know. Maybe.”
Sheep Finder: No one’s ever touched you there before?
Shaking my head, I’m unable to stop myself from giving him so much. No idea why, but I want to give him everything right now. “No one ever cared to. My ex-boyfriend avoided my chest completely.”
Sheep Finder: His loss. No wonder you come off so deprived. You needed so much more than he was willing to give.
“And you think you could give me that?” I rasp.
Sheep Finder: Oh, I know I can. Now hold three fingers up for me.
I do as he says, and he types before stopping. When the dots bounce again, I’m not prepared for what he writes next.
Sheep Finder: You need something bigger than that. Longer and thicker. I’m going to send you a gift.
“I don’t have a PO box.”
Sheep Finder: Don’t worry, I have other ways of making sure it gets to you.
My heart pounds. He’s not being serious, is he? All part of his game, I’m sure. This is all a game. It’s not real for either of us.
“So, no sucking my fingers today?”
Sheep Finder: Oh, you still will, but not in that chair. I want you on the bed, on your back and head propped on a pillow while you spread your legs and give me a peek at that hole.
My skin tingles. “Okay. I just need to adjust my camera.” I shut it off while I move the desk in front of my makeshift bed on the floor.
I grab my remote and climb backwards on the mattress, not turning my camera back on until I’m lying back on three pillows, my head lifting enough for him to see my face.
Seeing the screen isn’t as easy as before, but with how large my monitor is, I’m able to make out the words enough, especially after I enlarged the chat box.
Sheep Finder: Look at you. So eager to please me. So hungry for more attention. My attention. Others can watch all they want but only I’ll get to have you.
“Yeah. Only you.” I play along, spreading my legs and pointing my chin down.
Sheep Finder: Take off those pink panties. I want to see all of you. I want you fully naked so I can see how far those freckles and that flush goes.
Arousal spirals through me and I sit up long enough to pull off my panties. I toss them to the floor, along with my robe, as I lie back and open my legs wider, tugging at my cock.
Sheep Finder: Perfect. That’s it, beauty. Give yourself what you need while also giving me something too. Such a sight you are.