Still Waters (Lover's Lake)

“Good to know,” I told him. “To cam or not to cam? That is the question.”

“We cut off all your hair. We got this far already. I can handle it, I think. Christ almighty,” he said into the palm of his hand.

“I could get as far down to my bra and underwear. I won’t take them off,” I told him confidently.

“And I sit here and watch that. I’d fucking die, Tatum.”

“Up to you. You can watch or you can go make more cheese bread.”

“I’ll watch from the other room. I can’t sit here and watch you do some strip tease with a pedophile who thinks you’re fourteen. One, because I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. And two, I’ll shoot up my own bloody equipment if I know someone is watching you.”

“Sounds more exciting than cam-girling at home, that’s for sure.”

It was as easy as it always was, snaring man after man into my cam-girl web. I’d put fourteen as my age and labeled it private, and the men began to queue up like they couldn’t wait to undress some poor kid who needed a buck. I flagged and tagged all of them, but I let them go. Gabrielli’s men were aggressive and would immediately start downloading my information, but Rafa and I had an alert system set up to notify us as soon as a worm infiltrated the system.

I kept true to my word and only undressed my bra and panties. I turned my own camera off after their initial face scan so I didn’t have to watch them jerk off to what they believed to be a minor.

Knowing that Rafa might possibly be watching heightened my senses, and I in wet panties thinking about him alone in his room watching me seductively take my clothes off.

I took a five-minute break to pee and freshen up. When I looked in the mirror, the girl looking back at me didn’t even resemble the Tatum I knew. This was a whole new person, a girl who felt giddy and whose lips were still pink and swollen from Rafa’s kisses.

Back in the command center, I logged into my post with Rafa’s ridiculous amount of multi-factor authentication measures. I stared at the long-ass queue of perverts and let out a sigh.

Then, about half-way down the line, I saw a name blinking. It wasn’t a Gabrielli, or a bot, or a zombie. It said…Ragnar…

The rush of adrenaline I felt was staggering.

Chapter 5

RAFA

Maybe it was a stupid idea, maybe it was reckless, but I couldn’t help myself. I was no longer driven by anger or revenge, my two trusty driving forces; this girl ignited something inside me and moved through the world with passion, with lust, with a heady intoxication that felt a lot like love.

I’d sat in my bed, on the screen watched her strip for strange men and I couldn’t let it happen anymore. I didn’t care that it was virtual, didn’t care if it was for a good cause. I would save her life with brute force, with my special skills—I didn’t ever want her to resort to this in order to get us through a bind.

Then she clicked on my profile and suddenly, I was alive, in front of her, with a rock hard dick and my heart in my throat.

“Hey Ragnar. What’s up? Is the queue quicker than walking the fifteen steps?”

“I can’t watch this anymore.”

“Was it terrible? I didn’t take off all my clothes. I snagged a ton of potentials.”

“It was only terrible for me because it was amazing. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and I can’t share you, virtually or otherwise. I’m done trying.”

“I’ll shut it down then,” she said. Her face looked defeated.

“Dismiss your queue, mute your profile and come back,” I demanded.

She was gone for a minute and I adjusted my cock that was straining so hard it was uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to seduction and Fio’s potent brew of innocence and sultry had me crazy turned on and confused.

She came back, her blue eyes blinking, black hoodie back in place and a glass of water in her hand.

“All dismissed, Ragnar. How can I help you?” She took a sip of her water.

Pour that on my dick, I thought. Extinguish this fire that you lit and is burning me alive.

“I want to watch,” I swallowed. “I want to watch you as a cam-girl.”

She tipped the water back and drank more, then lowered the cup and wiped her lips with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. She licked them before she spoke.

“You drink a lot of water,” I said.

“You want me to cam-girl for you?”

“Yeah.”

“All the way?”

“All the way,” I said. I didn’t even know who I was. How I was asking this girl for favors and she wasn’t rejecting me or laughing in my face. I’d only ever been with a few women before in my life and all of those experiences had been transactional. The women were older, I hadn’t even entertained the idea of emotional attachment. This girl had Velcroed herself to my heart and I felt a wave of nausea at how much I’d become attached to her.