Chapter 8
Jenna
Isit at the kitchen counter, smiling happily as Rick whips up a batch of pancakes. I had no idea that billionaires knew how to make pancakes, but here we are. He’s tall, handsome, and shirtless, that bronzed back turned as he mixes up creamy batter.
“Wow, you’re not even using a mix,” I marvel. “These pancakes are from scratch!”
The huge man grins, flashing that white smile, and I go weak inside. He’s already loved me every which way possible in bed, but our connection is more than the physical. I feel weak-kneed, dreamy, and totally over the moon with … what? Love? Passion? Romance?
It sounds like it, the voice in my head says in a dry tone.
You’re so silly, Jenna. You hooked up with a gorgeous piece of man, and now, you’re acting like a fairy tale princess.
You should know better because you literally cater to men for a living.
You know how they see you as nothing more than tits and an ass, and how sexualized things get.
But this could be different! the other voice in my head argues. Rick Purdy is nothing like the men who pay me on Only Fans.
He’s exactly like them, the first voice responds sardonically. He’s even worse, because he filmed with you all night, which means you’re even more sexualized in his mind. Your subscribers only have their imaginations, but Rick Purdy has hands-on, skin-on-skin experience.
I hate my subconscious sometimes, and yet I know it’s right because I must be nothing more than a quick fling to this man.
He’s the CEO of a major cosmetics company, with billions to his name and vacation properties all over the world.
Rick can get any woman he wants, including celebrities, pop stars, and socialites, so why would he want someone like me?
I’m his deceased secretary’s daughter, and an OF content creator to boot.
He could be dating a girl from Harvard with a Ph.D. , while I show off my assets for money.
But at that moment, the handsome man shoots me another grin over his shoulder, and he’s so dazzling and charismatic that I push the negativity out of my mind. This morning is too perfect to ruin with my doleful thoughts, and I smile back, warmed to the core.
“Here you go,” my handsome chef growls as he plates the pancakes and pushes a steaming stack towards me. “Would you like maple syrup? Butter? Damn, where does Mrs. Hinshaw keep the jelly?”
“Oh, I don’t need jelly,” I say while taking a huge bite. “It’s way too much sugar, and I don’t need the extra calories. Mmm, this is so good! Where did you learn to cook like this?”
But my handsome chef doesn’t reply to my question. Instead, he shakes his head before fixing me with a hard look from those piercing blue eyes.
“Sweetheart, you do need the calories. We just recorded video for twelve hours, and I had you in every position possible. You absolutely need the nourishment, so I’m going to find the jelly.”
Then, Rick continues to rummage through the cabinets, opening and closing multiple doors in an effort to locate the jam. Meanwhile, I giggle.
“You did have me in every position, and it felt so good! I hope you were pleased, Daddy.”
He turns, blue eyes fierce.
“I was very pleased, sweetheart, and I can’t describe how it felt to look down this morning to see a telltale ring of deep red at the base of my dick.
That’s proof of your innocence, sweetheart, and you gifted it to me.
Thank you,” he rasps before pressing a worshipful kiss to my bare shoulder.
“Now where in the world is that damn jelly?”
I giggle again.
“Don’t worry about the jelly! I had some smears of red on the insides of my thighs this morning, but it made me feel good,” I confess in a whisper. “Is that bad? It made me feel very taken, and like I belong to you.”
Rick’s expression immediately goes serious.
“Sweetheart, are you sore? Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?”
I pause for a moment, just thinking.
“You did, but in a good way. A way that I wanted, and I feel very complete now. Like something happened to me that I didn’t know I needed, but I’ve found the missing puzzle piece.”
Rick draws back in surprise, one black eyebrow arched.
“You didn’t know you missed sex?” he drawls. “Wow. I thought everyone misses sex.”
I hum.
“Well, I didn’t know what I was missing, so I think it’s different,” is my musing reply.
“On the one hand, I’ve read tons of romance novels and watched tons of movies, so I know there’s something out there that I haven’t experienced.
But on the other, when you’ve never been in love or made love, period, you don’t know what you’re missing.
Of course, I’ve had sex but it’s just with myself.
I didn’t know that sex with a gorgeous guy would be a thousand times better. ”
Rick grins, flashing that white smile, before dropping another worshipful kiss to my bare shoulder.
“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll have you back in bed in a minute,” he growls. “But you didn’t think that having an avid customer fan base meant that sex is important? That it’s something that makes the human existence worthwhile?”
I pause, just thinking about his question.
“Yes, I see what you’re saying. I mean, I have customers who tip hundreds every time I release content, so they must be addicted to my photos and videos.
But I guess I just see my Only Fans as a job.
I know it sounds crazy because how can you compare being a sexy content creator to something like scooping ice cream or pulling shots?
But I guess I’ve manufactured a wall in my head where I think of myself as Jenna May, professional, versus the real Jenna May, a girl with feelings.
You have to have a tough skin in this industry,” I add in a low tone.
“There are guys who will take you down.”
Again, Rick frowns, his handsome features pulling downwards.
“What do you mean?” he growls, shoulders stiffening. “I’ll rip them a new asshole if they’re—”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I’ve never met any of my customers. It’s just that they think that the woman on screen is the real Jenna May, and they ask me on dates in real life. Of course, I say no, but then they get aggressive and angry. What happens next is ugly.”
“You mean, they berate you.”
“Yeah, definitely,” I shrug. “It’s part of the business.
Almost all female content creators suffer from this because the guys can’t tell fantasy from reality.
They know that I’m on the other side of a screen, and that I’m putting up a front which they pay money to see.
I’m not going to meet them in real life.
But somehow, that line can blur in their heads, and when the rejection comes, that’s when they start getting abusive. ”
Rick is silent.
“I think I will rip them a new asshole,” he says when he finally speaks. “It sounds about right for these dudes.”
“No, they’d cower and tremble if they actually met you, Rick,” I tease lightly. “You’re a true alpha male while I think a lot of these guys are incels, to be honest. They expect women to be subjugated and have completely been brainwashed by that “red pill” ideology.”
Rick shakes his head, his expression dark.
“Goddamn.”
“I know, and to be honest, I don’t think I’m not a fault,” I say in a slow voice. “Pardon the double negative, but I think I’ve made mistakes too.”
My handsome lover pulls me into his lap, my curvy form balancing against his hardness.
“In what way?” he rasps against my ear before pressing his lips to my throat. “In my eyes, you could never make a mistake.”
“Oh you!” I squeal, my pulse racing at his heat and closeness.
Rick is such a gorgeous hunk of man, with his broad chest, bronzed skin, and sculpted features that I feel faint when I’m this close.
But I force myself to answer. “I think it’s just the overall objectification of women, and I’ve contributed to it. ”
“You mean, by being a creator?”
I nod slowly, biting my lower lip.
“Yeah, because you know how they say how internet porn literally changes the re-wiring in young men’s minds.
Heck, probably not even just in young men, but any guy who’s watching my vids.
They get unrealistic ideas on how to treat women, and have no idea how to date, or even how to act around a living, breathing female. ”
Rick frowns again, pulling me closer to his broad chest. His arms are thick and muscular, and I feel so safe with him.
“In what way?” he growls, his voice so deep that I can feel the rumble beneath me. “Like they forget how to speak?”
“No, no,” I say with a smile. “Although maybe I shouldn’t be surprised if they do.
No, what I’ve heard is that a lot of porn is pretty crazy these days, and there’s a lot of choking, slapping, and humiliation in even regular scenes.
So men think that that’s what women want in real life because that’s what they see on screen.
But what they don’t realize that the actors and actresses are doing their jobs.
They’re acting. Maybe some of it is improvised, but the users don’t know, and don’t care.
They consume hundreds of hours of the gonzo stuff, and come out with bloodshot eyes and their heads filled with nonsense. ”
“And their balls drained, most likely,” Rick drawls in a sardonic voice. “I have no doubt that these dudes are losers in real life and depend on OF to get them off.”
“Yeah, probably,” I say in a soft voice. “But I should be nicer because these are my customers. They pay a ton of money, and I have a lot of freedom because of that money. Money gives you choices, which a poor girl doesn’t have much of.”
“Yes, but now you have me,” Rick growls in my ear, pulling me so close that I’m plastered against his broad chest again. “You don’t need to perform if you don’t want to.”
I push against that massive wall playfully.
“But we just filmed hours of content together! And I’m leveling up because I’ve never had a man in my photos or videos before, so if anything, this is going to be a golden period for my channel.”
Rick shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Sweetheart, I’ll never tell you what to do or not to do when it comes to your career. I’m proud of you, and this is real work, just like any other work. But I also don’t love the fact that there are dogs out there who jack off to your sassy curves, even if that’s the whole point.”
“It is the whole point. Why, does it make you jealous knowing that there are other men?”
Rick thinks for a moment before he meets my gaze.
“I don’t love it,” he acknowledges in a low voice. “But it’s because I’m a possessive asshole who wants you to belong to me. No one touches what’s mine.”
“But they don’t touch me,” I respond immediately. “It’s just on screen.”
He ponders again, expression thoughtful.
“Yeah, I know. I’m just a territorial motherfucker, that’s all, so it’s a base instinct that churns in my gut.
Every caveman has it. But in my brain, I know that this is something that you’ve chosen for yourself, and it’s a good living, and that you work hard at it.
For those reasons alone, I support you, Jenna. ”
With those words, I throw my arms around his neck and pepper him with kisses as my heart blooms because this man has said all the right words.
Rick wants me to succeed, no matter the avenue.
He wants me to be happy, and to feel a sense of purpose, and doesn’t judge me for the particulars of my job.
Instead, he’s protective but also understanding at once, using just the right touch to help me feel supported without being overbearing.
My heart soars with joy as I press my lips to his.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper. “For being so good to me.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he whispers back. “But can I give you a special kiss? One that’s reserved for me only?”
I giggle.
“Daddy, I’ve only ever been with you, so every part of me is reserved for you.”
A harsh flush darkens his cheekbones because Rick loves knowing that I’m his little girl, and only his.
“That’s right, but I have a special taboo kiss for you that only Daddies do with their little girls.” Then, with a swift motion, he seats me on the counter and spreads my legs, staring at my wet pink pussy.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, unable to tear those eyes away as he runs his fingers through my glistening folds. “Fuck, I have to kiss it.”
Then, my daddy gives me the special taboo kiss. He places his lips against my clit and kisses the hard nub tenderly before suckling it, and then alternately licking and sucking my sweetest spot.
“Ooooh!” I wail, my head back as hot shivers of delight pulse through my cunt, hot cream gushing from my hole. “Oh my god!”
Rick looks up at me, his cheeks and chin already wet with female arousal.
“That a girl,” he croons. “I knew you’d love Daddy’s special taboo kiss.” Then, he trails his tongue down my slit to my tiny puckered asshole, and licks the tender pleats there.
“Oh my god!” I squeal. “Daddddy!”
Rick merely grins at me again before skimming his tongue along that dark knot.
“Yes, baby,” he rasps. “Daddy’s taboo kisses are all for you because you’re mine now, sweetheart. You belong to me, and no man will ever touch this sweet pussy and asshole but me.”
Then, our lovemaking ascends to new heights because I’ve never felt so claimed before.
I’ve never been with a man, period, but somehow, I know that this isn’t how most hook-ups play out.
Most men are non-committal and looking for something casual, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear to get you into bed.
But Rick Purdy’s nothing like that because the billionaire wants me.
Craves me, even. He’s already claimed my innocence, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s out to claim my everything … with his sweet, taboo kisses.