Chapter 13 #2
The comments come flooding in, the hearts and small tips being thrown out in a wave. Another screen shows the numbers slowly climbing as the tips start to add up.
Cash leans back to see the screen. “NewGuy367 dares you to remove your lingerie,” he reads. “With the stipulation that you leave the straps on.”
I smile at the camera. “Glad to see you came to the Velvet Rodeo, NewGuy,” I say as I start to remove my clothing. He’s one of my regulars, one of the big spenders. It doesn’t surprise me that he paid for one of the more expensive dares.
Cash reaches out to help me remove my bra and underwear while leaving the straps on. The moment we finish, he steps back and studies me, whistling low.
“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, before reaching forward to stroke a hand along my hip. His fingers touch the stretchmarks along my stomach lovingly, as if he loves to see them there. “Beautiful.”
I hum and look at the screen before my brows shoot up. “We’ve got some eager little bats tonight,” I coo. I meet Cash’s eyes. “HollyBerry dares you to get on your knees and touch me like you’re worshiping me, little bat.”
Oak moves around us, catching it all on camera as Cash’s eyes spark with fire before he slowly lowers himself before me.
He grabs my ankles and jerks me to the edge of the bed so that I’m slightly hanging off it.
He kisses my ankle before trailing up my calf, leaving behind little butterfly kisses as he nears my core.
He stops just before he can reach it and instead replaces his lips with his hands, stroking along my flesh and leaving little trails of fire in their wake.
When his fingers brush along my clit, I press closer to him, needing the touch, hungry for it.
He finds my wetness there and growls beneath his breath as he strokes through it, circling my entrance before pressing two fingers inside.
“You’re so wet for me,” he purrs. “Does it please you to see me on my knees before you?”
“Yes,” I breath, rocking against his hand as my head tips back.
He glances back at the screen. “Welcome, Giovani_Bonani. They dare you to ride my hand.”
I do just that, but hell, I’d be doing this for free if not for the subscribers.
I’m enjoying myself, the unconventional format working for me in a way that none of the others have.
I ride his hand, moaning as he presses against the sweet spots inside me.
My eyes flick open every so often to look into the camera and Oak’s face as my release starts to come closer.
“Read the next dare, Vanta,” Cash instructs. When I stop rocking, he continues to move his hand, making it damn difficult to see the words on the screen.
“AssBlaster3000 dares you to lick my pussy,” I read out loud. “Oh god,” I cry out as Cash immediately buries his face between my thighs, his tongue circling my clit. I almost shatter right there as my hand tangles in his hair and hold him closer.
We continue like that for a long while, checking the requests every so often, giving them the time they deserve.
Surprisingly, most of the dares have Cash working on me rather than me working on him.
No one asks me to go down on him unfortunately.
Mostly, it’s me receiving, as if they want to see Vanta Vyxxxen still in control.
Which is insane because I’m very close to losing all control and letting this man plow into me.
When my regular pops back in with a dare for Cash to tease my entrance with his cock, I’m almost relieved.
Cash presses me back onto the bed with my ass still hanging off as he spreads my legs around him.
He teases my entrance with his cock, stroking around it before dipping just inside, not enough to give me any true pleasure.
It’s a massive tease that has me writhing and mewing on the bed, desperate for more than he’s giving me.
A notification dings where someone pays for a big spend request. Cash glances at the screen. “BookishBabe67, you’re the real MVP.” He looks down at me. “BookishBabe dares you to take all of me all at once.”
I nod. “Do it,” I rasp.
He goes from teasing my entrance to suddenly sliding inside, stretching me wide on his cock as he nestles deep. Tips come flying in as Oak zooms in on where we’re joined and then up to Cash’s face where he’s clearly struggling not to move any further.
The same comment trails down the feed.
Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her.
And then a request pops in. “BoozyBlue32 dares you to fuck me and make me finish first,” I read, my breath catching.
“Fuck yeah,” Cash growls and pulls out before slamming back inside. I cry out, immediately clawing at the bed sheets. “Finish for us, Mistress,” he grunts. “Bless us with this pussy.”
We’ve been edging this whole time. I was already close, but the moment he says those words, my body responds.
I build up quickly and slam through the wall of pleasure, exploding around his cock with a ferocity that scares me.
I shake beneath him as he fucks me through it, my legs shaking as they wrap around him.
“Oh, fucking beautiful,” he growls over me, his hands gripping tightly onto my tattooed hips as he continues to pound my pussy. “I think we can give everyone another one for free, don’t you?”
Oak comes in closer, getting macro shots of my nipples, my stomach, my pussy where Cash fucks me, playing into the aesthetic I’ve built for my fanbase.
When he can’t be seen with the zoom in, his hand reaches out and strokes my wrist, telling me I’m doing good.
It makes me feel even more comfortable than I’d already felt and I relax into the feeling of Cash stretching me.
The second orgasm slams up through me so briskly, I’m not prepared for it.
I scream out in pleasure as I claw at Cash’s shoulders, trying to hold him close and also push him away.
I throb around him, gushing as I finish with shaking cries.
Cash pulls out of me and jerks me up onto my feet, bracing himself behind me to hold me up. It’s a good thing too because I’m unsteady on my feet as he helps me look toward the screen, his arms wrapped around me.
I take a deep breath and rub my eyes. “Lulu867 dares . . .they . . .” I’m struggling to focus, my release still coursing through me.
“They dare me to remove your mask,” Cash finished for me. He tsks. “That’s against the rules, kittens. But if she says no, I get to finish, so I’m not gonna stop it.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “No, I won’t do it.”
Cash grins and sits back on the bed before patting the mattress beside him. I climb up on top of the mattress and crawl to him, straddling his waist.
“What will you have me do, little bats?” I ask.
More comments followed by a request.
“NewGuy367 requests I ride you,” I read out loud. “Seems like this will be our finisher for the evening.”
I grab his cock in my hand and stroke him before rising and lining him up with my entrance.
Carefully, I lower onto his cock, his hands coming to rest on my hips.
He strains with the pleasure of it, the corded muscle of his neck standing out in stark relief as he fights for control. That just won’t do.
I rock my hips, lifting up and dropping back down, beginning to fuck him. “You’re being such a good boy for me,” I purr.
“I’m such a good boy,” he repeats, holding my hips tight. “I’ll bark if you ask me to.” Another request dings though, requesting him to bark. He grins and does just that, barking up at me like a dog. “That’s right, Mistress. Ride this cock.”
I dig my nails into his chest, riding him more violently as the tips come flowing in. Oak moves around us, getting up close and personal as he records the more aesthetic videos and up-close scenes.
“Come for me, little bat,” I purr as I slam my pussy down on him. I dig my nails into his chest. “Right now.”
His hands tighten on my hips and he slams his head back as his cock starts to jump inside me, his moans so deliciously sexy as he finishes for me enough to make my pussy spasm around him in response. Pleasure rolls through me at the feeling of it, as my body fights to regulate.
Oak zooms in with the camera, coming up to my face. I blow them a kiss. “See you again soon, little bats.”
He moves down to Cash where he lies spent. He salutes the camera. “Good night, kittens. Touch yourselves for me tonight.”
And then Oak cuts the recording and sets down the camera before coming over to help me off of Cash. Cash doesn’t move as I shrug my robe back on and laugh at the way he waves Oak away, refusing to move still.
“You’re dangerous, Jules,” Cash tells me.
“You good, man?” Oak asks, laughing.
He gestures at me. “I think I’m in love, that’s all.”
I laugh and smack his leg. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Who says I’m being ridiculous?” he grunts. But his eyes are alight with laughter. “Now someone find me some new legs so I can stand.”
It’s far too comfortable, far too easy, and . . . I don’t hate it.
I’m not sure what that means.