6. Lucy #2
The feed chimed with coins being sent as appreciation, and I glanced at the group chat. A subscriber asked if I would be offering one-on-ones tonight. It would have been so easy to say yes, to make easy money.
But I couldn’t.
There was more to life than money. It was why since Daddy had popped into the picture, I hadn’t done a one-on-one with anyone else but him for over a month and a half.
At the beginning, it had been because he’d made it a point to take up all my time. But after that, it had been my choice. I stared at the list of who was logged on. There was something about Daddy’s name missing that didn’t settle well. I didn’t like it.
I missed him.
How the hell had I gone and not just broken my number one rule but obliterated it by falling head over heels in love with a man who could walk right past me on the street, and I wouldn’t know any different?
But that was neither here nor there.
I had to focus.
Be the ray of sunshine I marketed myself as.
“Not tonight, handsome.” I shook my head. “But I promise I will make tonight’s streaming worth it.” I glanced over my shoulder, where a little fully-charged silicone peach vibrator waited for me.
After tonight, I really needed to get my head on right and figure stuff out when it came to Daddy V.
I knelt on my bed and crawled from one end of it to the other, making sure to show off the tiny little white panties I’d worn just for tonight. I reached for the peach, a wand, and a seven-inch dildo.
Looking over my shoulder, I showed the cams what I had in my hand.
“What do you think, guys? You think this smart little kitty cat schoolgirl can take this one?” Messages came in. “Yes? No? Or maybe I should go with something a little bigger?” I asked, reaching for the nine-inch monster I kept for special occasions.
I was hornier than I’d ever been.
Hanging out with Victor, talking to Daddy almost nightly, had set me on edge, and I was ready to fall apart into a million little pieces.
I kept picturing Victor in my head. Being his good girl, listening to him talk to me the way Daddy did.
The money sound chimed, and it almost sounded like a slot machine going off like crazy, snapping me out of my thoughts. Focus! a little voice in my head scolded.
I had a show to put on.
“You like this one? Okay! Let’s go for it!” I scooted back, making sure to sway my ass back and forth, until I reached the edge of the bed and plopped down on it, still on my knees as I stared at the camera with a wide smile. I set the peach and wand by my side but held on to the silicone toy.
“Kitties like to lick things clean, and I’m a very smart, very good kitty,” I said as I brought the dildo up to my lips and licked it.
Once.
Then twice.
From root to tip and back down. I tried to respond to every message that came through, but it was hard. My hips started to undulate beneath me as I got into it. I couldn’t help but picture Daddy in front of me. Victor’s dark eyes watching as I took the tip of his cock between my lips and…
I jumped!
A loud almost demanding knock sounded that made me feel like I had just come out of my skin just as I placed the tip of the dildo between my lips.
A knock that was way too close to be coming from the front door.
It sounded again, and I froze, the tip of the toy still at my lips, when my eyes widened at what was there.
Or should I say who!
A tall, obviously male figure stood at the doorway of my home office. Wearing a Ghostface mask, black pants, and a fitted white black-sleeved raglan shirt. The sleeves were bunched up and showed off tanned, extremely muscular forearms.
“Hello,” I called out, setting the toy next to the others on the mattress.
But the man didn’t say a word.
Nope.
All he did was tilt his face to the side, and then the other.
And with the somewhat grinning ghost face on the mask, it made it feel eerily hot.
“Umm, can I help you, Mr. Ghostface?” I asked.
I should have been scared. A stranger was in my apartment!
I should have had some kind of self-preservation that would have at the very least make me reach for a weapon that wasn’t made of silicone.
But I stayed there frozen in place.
Nervous because he was a stranger yet… not nervous. Because there was something familiar about the way he moved. About his forearms. I took a deep breath and blinked at the slightly familiar scent of cologne and something else.
Something unique to only one person I’d met.
He reached me, standing in front of me as I tilted my head back and further back to stare up at him. Rough fingertips gripped my chin to keep my eyes on him.
A silent request I was more than happy to give into.
God what was wrong with me? One mask and I was a puddle of goo, ready to kick my panties to the side for the stranger. Goosebumps of excitement and nerves flared to life from head to toe as I stared at him.
He bent closer, close enough to press our foreheads together. With the new nearness, I could hear the rough panting of his breathing. A smack of lips almost like he’d blown me a kiss sounded over the roaring of blood rushing in my ears before he turned around and stalked towards the cameras.
The tall stranger knelt in front of them and eerily tilted his head one way and then the other before a very deep, very familiar voice spoke, breaking the heart-thundering silence.
“Sorry, kids, Daddy’s home,” he said, and just like that, the room turned pitch black.
My hands shook at my sides, gripping the hem of the short pink-and-black tartan plaid skirt.
Not with fear or anxiousness but with excitement.
He came. Daddy came!
The man in the mask turned, tilting his head one way then another, almost like he was trying to figure out where I was mentally. The weird almost manic smile on the mask made me want to smile up at him.
“Daddy?” I whispered into the darkness. He nodded, confirming what I knew. “Daddy… Victor?” I asked, and his form seemed to still before standing straighter.
Prouder.
His hands slowly ripped the mask off, and there he was.
Dark eyes, beautiful, tanned skin all exposed so I could soak in just how handsome he was.