Page 21 of Restless Obsession

“Stop!” I groaned to myself. “Stop trying to make it more than it is. Victor is not Daddy, and Daddy is not Victor. He can’t be!” But even saying it out loud didn’t help wipe away the feeling I was just trying to lie to myself when I knew the truth.

I sighed as I stared at myself for a moment.

Still with my kitten makeup and ears but dressed up like a schoolgirl didn’t look too bad. The dark kitten whiskers painted across my face, the tip of my nose still painted black. My red-painted lips needed a refresh, but nothing major. I was kinda tired and really didn’t feel like washing it all off only to reapply my makeup.

“Maybe I should do schoolgirl kitten instead of washing off my makeup?” I asked my reflection and shrugged. “Fuck it,” I whispered even though I was all alone in my place.

Why not? I wondered and shrugged. It could be a nod to my hot neighbor. It wouldn’t be as if he knew he had inadvertently inspired me.

It’s a classic for a reason. Victor’s words replayed in my head, and my eyes fluttered shut. If I tried hard enough, I could feel Victor’s body heat next to me, the way his lips hovered over the shell of my ear, his warm minty breath against my skin. My nipples beaded up tightly, and wet need coiled low in my belly.

But I ignored it.

I had to finish getting ready for tonight’s cam sesh. I could always recall the memory of my neighbor when I pulled out my favorite vibrator later. It wasn’t like I didn’t have enough material to get off on between Victor and Daddy’s dirty words from the last time we’d spoken.

I hadn’t mentioned working to Daddy V, but then again, he hadn’t mentioned wanting a one-on-one video chat tonight, either. I left my bathroom and walked into the second bedroom I used as a home office and started on the nightly routine of turning on lights, adjusting cameras, and turning my laptop on.

Once I was all logged on, I waved cheekily at the early birds and decided tonight’s show would go a little longer.

What was the point of tossing and turning to thoughts of Daddy and who might be fighting for a spot against what it had felt like to have Victor hold me in his arms and whisper roughly against the shell of my ear? I might as well play out tonight’s session long and hard. Maybe edge myself into a drooling needy mess while cashing in a little longer with the subscribers watching before getting myself off like a good girl?

My phone pinged in the bathroom, and I knew by the sound I’d chosen specifically for Daddy that he had responded.

But I didn’t go get it.

I stayed in my office and let those early birds watch me finish getting ready before the show. I’d done this before, let my subscribers watch as I got ready for the night as a free little preview of what was to come. Most of my regulars enjoyed it.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, subtly sneaking glances at the cameras around the room as I slowly pulled a white knee-high sock up one leg. I kept thinking about Daddy watching even though he wasn’t on the list. How his appreciative gaze on me would feel like a soft caress. How proud he would be seeing me all dressed up and ready for a good time.

Any time I’d imagined him, I’d pictured a faceless man in my head.

One that suddenly looked a lot like my sexy and mysterious neighbor.

I straightened and undid one more button before working on pulling the other knee-high sock up my leg. The number of people joining started to go up, and I was pretty happy with myself. I had come a long way from when I’d started camming. Where before, I’d be lucky I caught the attention of ten subscribers, now I had just under a thousand in a last-minute show with the numbers steadily rising. Once my socks and five-inch Mary Jane platforms were on, I stood up and twirled in front of the camera.

“Happy Halloween to all you ghouls and goblins!” I said to the camera once the chat started. I had over thirty people in there, mostly men, most of my usuals but not Daddy.

I knew this was a surprise stream but figured he might log on. Maybe Daddy V had someone new to watch? I shook the thought away and bit down on my lip, pushed my arms together, squeezing my breasts together to give an even better sneak peek at my cleavage.

“Since tonight is all about dressing up and being someone else,”—I twirled a strand of my hair around my finger—“I thought I’d give you guys a special treat tonight!”

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.