Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
MERRI
I thought the constant sexual energy pulsing through Iniquity was tempting, but being trapped in this extravagant penthouse with the four horsemen of the apocalypse was far worse. Well, I had to assume all four of them were here. I still hadn’t come across the older Brit—Grim, they’d called him—since he’d overseen my kidnapping.
Regardless, there was something about them, their power, the way they moved through a room, that had my mouth watering and my body on high alert. Thank fuck Malice was able to get me up and running so I could at least cam. Unfortunately, that kind of feeding seemed even less satisfying than usual. It had me snacking far more than I’d ever needed to before, just to try to appease the gnawing hunger that never seemed to be fully sated.
And by snacking, I meant posting and reading the comments in my private feed. It was yet another page on my site, but instead of going live, it was more akin to a traditional social media platform where I could post photos or short videos and all my followers could comment and interact with each other. Like Instagram. No one had to pay for access, but there was enough sexual energy threaded through the thirsty comments to give me a bit of a top-up between camming sessions. Thus, snacking.
I’d already snacked twice since my last session, and still, my appetite wasn’t satisfied.
I was starting to fear that it never would be unless I gave in and reconsidered my hard stance on physical encounters. But that was a line I didn’t want to cross. A gateway to far more dangerous territory. You know, like murder.
Even if Sin’s stupid face and perfect body made it sound like it might be worth it.
Or Malice and his dangerously bad attitude.
And then there was Chaos. The sexiest grump who ever grumped. Goddess help me, he was straight out of the cast of 300 . I’d never wanted to climb a man like a tree more in my life.
Did somebody turn off the AC? I had to fan my face as I clicked on my latest post to take a peek at what the snack pack had to say about it.
I scrolled past the photo of me in a white athleisure set, with a tight crop top with a crisscross that went under my tits and tied in the back. It really showcased the girls in a teasingly demure way. The pants were simple leggings, nipped in at the waist, fit like a glove, and accented my round ass. I’d pulled my long hair up into a sleek high pony, a cute little bow giving the illusion of innocence even as my wickedly sharp cat-eye liner hinted that maybe she wasn’t a total Goody Two-shoes. Had to cast that net wide and satisfy all kinds in this business.
The caption simply said: Yoga fit.
Apparently, they liked it. Comment after comment, reaction after reaction, came from my regulars and newcomers alike.
JohnBoy27: Damn, baby girl. Looking absolutely edible today.
MarlaCakes: Get it, girl. You look gorgeous.
EverySteve: I’ll help you work up a sweat!
CallMeMommy: How’s your downward-facing dog?
TIs4Tony: Do you need me to help stretch you?
ShyGuy25: You’re so beautiful.
TheSingularity: Fuck.
TheRealMan: Now show us the view from the back.
Bob1212: Fit is right!
PrettyPenny: That’s my girl!!! Slay, baby!
Only1Leesh: Who is the designer? I need to send a gift basket.
OnMyKnees4U:
BigMan69: I have a plank you can sit on.
CoffeeandSmut: Link please.
I grinned and replied to CoffeeandSmut with the link to my outfit before typing out a quick good morning/day message to Andi. She was a hard one to pin down sometimes, so it might be a few hours before she got it. I never knew which time zone she was in, and it could be days sometimes before I’d hear back from her.
Taking time to like each and every comment, I stopped when I reached Cole’s. Even his screen name made me smile these days. He was the only client I had who didn’t make me feel like I was his dirty little secret. If anything, it felt like he was courting me. He was sweet, whereas everyone else was raunchy. In a lot of ways, he reminded me of Jimmy.
My heart gave a little pang as I clicked on his name and opened up our DMs. I wasn’t planning on messaging him. From our prior chats, I knew he was on the West Coast of the US, and it was something like two in the morning there. Instead, I settled for scrolling back through our prior chats.
ShyGuy25:
I’m glad you posted today. I was thinking about you.
Merri-go-round:
You were? Good things, I hope.
ShyGuy25:
Always good things.
Merri-go-round:
Such as . . .
ShyGuy25:
That’s for me to know.
Merri-go-round:
And I thought I was the tease.
ShyGuy25:
Oh, you are. Definitely.
ShyGuy25:
Are you okay? You’ve been quiet on the site for longer than usual.
This conversation must’ve been when I was in Blackwood Asylum. They’d kept me offline for over a week. Big mistake.
Merri-go-round:
Yup! All good. I’ve just been traveling with family. It’s hard to sneak away.
ShyGuy25:
Where did you go? Anywhere fun?
Merri-go-round:
Let’s just say it’s very cold and dreary. Not my definition of fun at all.
ShyGuy25:
So what is your definition of fun?
Merri-go-round:
Ideally, I’d be laid out on the beach with a cocktail in one hand and a good book in the other. Although my fair skin doesn’t love the sun as much as I do.
ShyGuy25:
Do you burn?
Merri-go-round:
No. I freckle. LOL
ShyGuy25:
Freckles are adorable. If I was there with you, I’d count each one.
Merri-go-round:
So long as you don’t try to play connect-the-dots, I suppose I’ll allow it.
Before I could keep reading, a notification popped up with a new incoming message. From Cole.
ShyGuy25:
Morning, beautiful!
Merri-go-round:
Good morning. But what are you doing up so late, mister? Don’t you have dragons to slay or something?
ShyGuy25:
Not just yet. I’ll save the world conquering for another day.
ShyGuy25:
I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d check in on my favorite redhead.
I blushed and found myself grinning down at the screen like a smitten tween.
Merri-go-round:
Does that mean you have favorite blondes and brunettes, then?
ShyGuy25:
I should have clarified. You’re my favorite everything.
A giggle escaped as my tummy gave a happy little twist.
Merri-go-round:
Do you practice these lines in the mirror? You’re very smooth.
ShyGuy25:
It’s easy because it’s true.
Merri-go-round:
Mmmhmm, I bet you tell that to all the girls.
ShyGuy25:
There are no other girls. I’m shy, remember?
Merri-go-round:
Doesn’t seem like it.
ShyGuy25:
That’s because I’m comfortable with you.
Merri-go-round:
I’m glad. You make me comfortable too.
I was really skirting the line with Cole these days. Honestly, I liked him. Our relationship had evolved from simply cam work to something deeper, and I knew I shouldn’t keep opening up to him. As a rule, I never DMed with any of my clients. They had to pay for access to me. End of story. But then there was Cole. Sweet, caring Cole who made it easy to forget there should be rules, a paywall, and emotional distance dividing us.
The reminder that he was still a paying client, even if not at this exact moment, dimmed most of the excitement I felt at his text. I needed to restore the dynamic between us.
Merri-go-round:
Gotta go! That yoga won’t do itself.
ShyGuy25:
Talk to you later?
Merri-go-round:
Book a session, and we can do more than talk.
ShyGuy25:
You got it, beautiful. XOXO
Closing out of the chat, I let out a sigh.
“What now?” I asked myself, looking around the room as if it contained an answer.
I’d only been here a few days, and I was already bored with my captivity. At least at Blackwood, there were grounds to explore and people to talk to if I was brave enough to risk it. I’d also had a purpose to keep me company. But here, I felt stuck.
Standing, I roamed the bedroom, eventually making my way to the closet. Whoever had done the shopping for me definitely understood the assignment. I’d bet the farm it had been Auntie Lilith. She knew my size, my preferences, and what I’d need for camming. After opening one of the drawers, I pulled out a hot pink and white striped one-piece with cutouts on the sides. It fit like a dream while still supporting the girls. Thank the goddess Lilith didn’t send me nothing but sexy bathing suits.
When I spotted a robe and some cute slides, my decision was made for me.
“Looks like I’m going swimming.”