Page 22 of Restless Obsession

“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.