Page 61 of Venomous Kiss

“What was?” she asks, and I know she’s playing dumb.

“Even drunk, your eyes tell me how much you really want me.” I’m afraid that this woman will never leave my system. I see a fucked-up life with her. A perfect, devious, fucked-up life, that is.

“Do they?”

“Oh, they do. And my cock is hard from just watching it. I don’t want you to do that for anyone else.” And that statement is the truest thing to ever leave my mouth. She is mine.

“Pity I don’t take orders from you.” She laughs.

“I’m sure I can think of a few ways to make you take orders.”

“It’s cute that you think you can tell me what to do.”

“Caterpillar?”

“Yes, Reon?”

“What mask should I wear when I fuck you?”

“Hmm… let me think on it.”

“Caterpillar.” This time, I say her name with a bite of warning.

She sighs, but it’s not an “I’m bored” sigh. “Yes, Reon?”

“You will also be wearing a mask. Only I get those fuck-me eyes. Do you understand?” I don’t leave room for argument, but of course, being who she is… she takes that as a challenge.

“Let me think on that too. I mean, what will I get out of it?”

“You get me fucking you for the world to see, and you get paid for it.”

“So, I should take down the one I already put up?” she teases me.

“You put one up?” I bellow, then pull my cell away and message my head tech guy. He responds immediately, telling me he’ll get right on it.

“I need to make more money than my job can provide.”

“I can give you money,” I offer with no fucking hesitation.

“For sucking your cock?” she asks. “That would be a hard no from me.”

“I’d give it to you just to watch you strip,” I tell her, licking my lips as my cock strains against my pants.

“Okay, well, now you want me to be a stripper?” She laughs.

“No, I only want you to strip for me.” My cock strains at the thought.

“You’re very demanding.” I hear the rustle of whatever she is doing in the background.

“Yes, you should know this already.”

“Reon?”

“Hmm…”

“Why did I just get notified that my video is down?”

“Did you have a mask on in it?” I ask.