5. SHANE
5
SHANE
B ack at my desk behind my three monitors, I’m practically bouncing in my seat. Ever since she ushered me out so she could take a so-called bath and refused to tell me the truth, I’ve been counting down the seconds to her live, every muscle in my body tense with dread. Or is it anticipation?
Fuck.
I’d be lying if I said I’m opposed to watching my little sister-in-law’s bouncing tits as she rides the black glittery dildo from her toy box, but I’ll be damned if I sit back and let every fucker jerk off to her.
Three dots appear on the monitor. I hold my breath as Lilly fills the screen, her tits bursting out of a naughty nursing costume two sizes too small.
Plump red lips wrap around a pink lollipop. She smoothes a hand over a long blonde wig, hiding her ebony locks that I fist in my dreams. Her other hand pushes up a pair of black-framed glasses. Since she doesn't need to wear glasses, it's clear these are her disguise.
She pops the lolly from her mouth. “Hello, boys.” Her sultry tone gets my cock’s attention as it grows behind my zipper.
I huff. Bloody pointless disguise when she has her bedroom wall in the background for all to see. Not to mention the lily tattoo climbing up her thick thigh on full display. She may as well just tell everyone her fucking name and give out her address while she’s at it.
She lifts a long leg up, giving the camera a peek at her black stiletto shoe. The shoes I’ve seen her in many times at the bar. Shoes I’ve pictured digging into my ass as I fuck her sweet little cunt.
I tug at my collar, then unbutton my shirt at the neck. It’s stifling in this box room, or is it her making me hot under the collar?
She wriggles on the edge of the bed, her breasts jiggling, threatening to burst out at any minute. The only thing holding them in place is a zip on her white uniform straining at her cleavage.
With a click of the mouse, I zone in on the valley of her tits. A deep crevice begging to be explored, and I want to explore it with my tongue, then my dick as I picture her soft pliable jugs squeezed around me.
Stand down, soldier. I remind my dick that now isn’t the time to play. We’re on a fucking mission. This is nothing more than surveillance. Since she wouldn’t tell me anything and practically lied through the gap in her teeth about the ring light, here we are. I have to extract any information I can about what kind of trouble she’s in.
Of course, she could just like this. Get off on it even. In which case, I have a bigger problem than I initially thought. She might never be mine, but I don’t like the idea of sharing her. I was okay when she was sleeping with my mate. I trust Kane with my life, and I trusted him with her. But I don’t trust any of these motherfuckers filling up the side chat.
Lilly teases them as she answers their messages in a sultry tone, seductively playing with the zipper on her extremely tight dress, bulging at the seam on her hips and tits.
More messages fill the chat. There must be fifty subs on tonight.
You’re such a tease
Play with your teddy, baby
Where’s your toys tonight?
Bounce for me, doll
Let’s see those titties.
Lick the lolly, sweetheart.
You’re Daddy’s good little girl, aren’t you?
What’s under the dress?
I snarl as I read each one. Bile rising in my throat, burning my oesophagus.
She keeps her knees together. Her touching thighs make it difficult to see if she’s wearing underwear.
Holding the lolly an inch from her lips, her tongue darts out to lick the tip. She moans. Her bottom shuffles on the edge of the bed I fixed. “Makeup tutorials, my fucking arse,” I mutter under my breath with a shake of my head, still annoyed that she lied to me.
More messages appear in the chat.
Touch yourself.
Lift the dress. Be a good girl for Daddy.
Such a naughty nurse
Lick the tip baby just like that.
I taste the acid on my tongue. My chest burning with rage, my stomach on fire with desire and my balls sweating with the heat of that fucking tongue, but I refuse to jerk off. I’m no better than these dirty fuckers. I’d give my right arm for a night with her, but I’m here to protect her and keep her out of trouble. It’s what I’ve done for the past twenty years since I’ve known the lass. And it’s what I’ll always do. Even when she doesn’t realise she needs protecting from herself.
I loved her like a sister for so long. But since this summer when she stopped seeing Kane, a slither of hope crept in that maybe, just maybe, I could make her mine.
She’d never go for it, though. I’m no fool. She cares for her sister too much. It’s one of the many things I love about her. Between her and her fucking sister, I’m screwed, and not in the way I want.
“Who wants to watch me make this lolly disappear?” Lilly says as she fondles it with her tongue, the bright pink staining the surface. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl.”
“The fuck you will,” I growl. With swift fingers, I get to work. My training in the Special Reconnaissance Regiment has never been put to better use. That and the incognito software my mate, Dom, installed for me. In minutes, I’m infiltrating her IP address. It helps that I fitted her security system last year, giving me the codes I need for her internet.
The lolly slips down the valley of her breasts. My fingers slow on the keyboard, hoping that’s all she meant when she said she was going to make it disappear.
She giggles at something in the chat as she answers more questions. Her tongue teases the gap between her teeth, and fingers fiddle with the zip at her chest. “You want to find the lolly for me?” She leans towards the camera, giving me a bird's- eye view of the landscape down there. It’s dark, deep, and looks fucking tropical.
My dick twitches again, but I’m too incensed to care.
With a tug on the zip, she exposes more of her chest. “You boys want more?” She exposes another inch. “How’s that?” The stick of the lollypop protrudes between the two hills, like a mast on the land I’m going to claim.
With another pull on her zip, the front of her chest is set free, her pebbled nipples still covered by the fabric of her dress as she holds it together with her other hand. Loosening her grip with a bounce on the bed, the lolly drops to her lap. “Oops, there it is.” She lifts it with her fingers, her red manicured nails match her cherry lips. She licks it again before running it over her exposed skin, her nipples still covered. Barely.
“You want me to make it disappear again? I wonder where it could go this time?” Her mouth lifts in the corner. She slips it inside her dress as if fondling her nipple with the sticky end. A moan escapes her lips, but I can tell it’s all for show. She’s in the wrong bloody profession. She should’ve been an actress with this performance.
The subs all text in unison, wanting her to remove the dress.
She swipes her hair over her shoulder. “I am getting a little hot and sticky. Maybe I’ll just slide this off.” She tugs at the fabric on her shoulder.
My heart stops. Without thinking, my fingers fly over the keyboard at robotic speed as I type in a private chat for only the host to see.
You move that dress one more inch, and I’ll shut down this party.
Pulling in her perfectly shaped eyebrows, she squints through the fake lens of her glasses. She doesn’t acknowledge the message, but the way her mouth parts tells me she’s read it. For the first time since she started this charade, she’s lost for words, tapping her screen.
I huff out a silent chuckle. She’s blocked me. At least she thinks she’s blocked me, but I’m hacked into her account, still seeing everything. As if brushing off a fly, she continues with her seduction, inching the fabric of her dress down again. She drops the shoulder, holding the lolly over her nipple. And I drop her subs.
She gasps. “Where did everybody go?” Her finger frantically swipes and taps on her mobile.
My eyes fix on her nipple, playing peekaboo behind the fucking lollipop. I thought I could relax once everyone else was off the feed, but now it’s just the two of us—or three if you include her rosy pebble that keeps winking at me—I’m wound up like a Jack in a box, my dick ready to burst free at any minute, hoping to be acquainted with that nipple.
I unblock myself and type into the chat.
I hate to say I told you so.
She covers her breast, pulling her zip up, even though her sleeve is tucked into her armpit. The lolly’s forgotten as it drops to the floor. “Who?” She swallows, shaking her head in disbelief. “What do you want?”
Checking the voice distorter is on, so she can’t tell it’s me, I growl through gritted teeth, “I want you to keep your clothes on.”
Her beautiful eyes widen, her nostrils flare. “If you want people to keep their clothes on, you’re on the wrong platform,” she spits out. “What have you done with all my subscribers?”
“From now on, I’m your only sub.” I lean close to the screen as if leaning closer to her, willing my dick to calm the fuck down. “You won’t be getting your tits out for the lads again, lass. Not on my watch. Never. You hear me?”
She juts her chin out, lifts her head high with a huff. “Are you going to pay me for my exclusive time?” Her arms fold over her chest. “That’s five grand a month. Are you going to pay that?”
“No.”
“Then I guess this conversation is over. I’ll let you see yourself out. And I’ll be sure to report you to the police.”
I chuckle. “It’s a good thing I like your smart mouth.” She’s clever, trying to bargain for more money. But I’ve done my homework. “You had one hundred and sixteen subs at ￡14.99 each. That’s ￡1738.84. I’ll pay you ￡2000, but first you tell me why you need the money so bad that you feel you have to get your tits out.”
“Why does there have to be a reason? Can’t a woman enjoy expressing her sexuality?” Her nipple pops out again as she battles with the dress, wrestling with it to get her arm back in the sleeve, then aggressively yanks at the zipper, pulling it as high as it will go.
“You can express your sexuality all you want.” There’s a raw gravelly tone in my voice. “With me,” I add.
She doesn’t miss the longing and desperate need in my voice. Her ruby lips part as she sucks in a breath. “You said you want me to keep my clothes on.”
“For now.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“Just talk.”
“You want to pay me two grand to just talk?” Her brow furrows. “I’m not a therapist. I suggest you seek medical treatment elsewhere.” She laughs as if this is a joke.
“I don’t need a therapist. I need a nurse.”
She pushes her glasses up, her lip pinches between the gap in her teeth as she chews on the plump skin.
“And yes, I’ll pay you. Send me your bank details through the app. I’ll pay you one thousand up front and one thousand at the end of the month. You cancel your subs. You don’t talk to anyone else or send anyone any pictures or videos of you. The only person who gets to see you from now on is me. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says in a sarcastic tone.
“I’m not your daddy,” I growl. “But you can call me sir.”
Her chest rises with a gasp. A flush paints her chest, creeping up her neck. She liked that domineering tone, telling her what to do.
I wonder what else she’ll respond to. “Do we have a deal?”
She nibbles her plump lip again with those two front teeth I want to feel scraping along my shaft.
I shake the thought before I get ahead of myself. This is purely recon. Find out what’s going on with her and help her out. “Well?” I say, growing impatient.
“All right. Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I relax back in the leather chair, getting myself comfortable. My dick softens when the lad realises he’s not coming out to play. Not tonight, anyway. But I don’t know how long I can keep him at bay when my little sister-in-law wants to express her sexuality .
I always said she was trouble.