Page 23 of Scream Little Sister

“Goddamn. You made a mess, baby girl,” he growls.

I bury my face in the pillow to hide my cringe, and shudder in disgust.

He’s not Ryder.

He doesn’t know thinking about my stepbrother made me come so hard.

Shame curdles my stomach.

Stop thinking about your brother, I want to scream. If I say it out loud, then maybe I’ll actually listen and avoid this path instead of going down it for the thousandth time.

I peek over my shoulder with a forced smile. “And it’s all because of you.”

It’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know.

Remember why you’re doing this.

“I have to go, but since you were a bad girl and didn’t listen to me, keep the butt plug in until we can chat tonight,” Sir says.

I turn over and sit cross-legged on the mattress. The toy shifts and pushes deeper inside. I suck in a sharp breath at the odd feeling and shift my hips to get more comfortable. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

It’s risky to cam during the day, but even riskier at night when the house is quiet and my aunt is fast asleep. She’s a light sleeper, and she’s knocked on my door too many times to ask if I’m okay. But what I’m definitely not about to do is go throughout my day with this butt plug inside me. I don’t have the best poker face, and Minnie can read me like an open book.

“Not even for me?”

I force a flirty smile to keep up the charade when all I want to do is end this session and soak in the bath. Maybe even take a nap. My body feels like Jell-O, and it’s taking every bit of energyI have to keep my eyes open. “You know I would do anything for you, but I have to be around my family today. I can’t do that when I have a butt plug in me.”

The notification chimes, and a silver block appears in the corner of the computer screen. My eyes bulge at the amount of money Sir sent me.

“I’ll tip you even more tonight if the plug is still inside your tight ass,” he says.

I force myself to swallow around the lump forming in my throat.

Three hundred dollars.It puts me closer to my goal. All I have to do is continue playing my part.

I nod. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“That’s my good girl. I’ll talk to you later.”

The call disconnects, and the private-chat screen switches to the homepage. I sightlessly stare at the screen as I digest our interaction. This is the first time he’s tipped this amount. If he continues paying me this much, then I’ll be out of here in no time.

“Right.” I slip off the bed and stumble at the weird sensation of the plug moving inside me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip to muffle the choked noise in the back of my throat.

This may be harder than I thought.

I shuffle to the bathroom, do my business while praying the plug doesn’t fall out, then jump in the shower. After cleaning and drying myself off, I dress for the day in a black skirt, matching shirt, and a light jacket. I head downstairs while mentally preparing myself to pretend like I’m not walking around with a butt plug inside me.

My phone vibrates in my jacket pocket. I pluck it out and open the group text with my best friends.

Olivia

The boys are having a Halloween party in three weeks. U in?

Nova

You know I can’t miss it.

Of course I am. Where will it be?