You just want to grip your cock while you watch her. Be real.
And with the amount of time that Giorgio had made me wait, I could give a fuck about him sitting in the car, while I watched Shalimar on my phone several feet behind a closed store.
My phone rang.
I opened the link.
Shalimar appeared on my screen. My jaw tightened.
Shit.
Makeup adorned her face. Blood shifted to lusty heat in my veins. My cock throbbed. Went rock hard between my thighs. I checked around and went deeper into the shadows, unable to take my gaze away from the screen.
“Hello, lover,” she whispered seductively to the camera. “I’m here to fulfill you’re every need. Press the button below and I will do the commands. Each one costs.”
I stared at the buttons below her screen. For twenty dollars, she would take off the dress. For a hundred, she would go naked completely. For two hundred, she would masturbate.
You’re not even asking close to your value, Shalimar.
I clicked masturbate. My cock ached in my pants. The sale went through. Louis knew me well. He’d know I would want to buy.
I checked behind me. No one was around.
“Oh, we have a big spender this evening.” Shalimar giggled. Exactly the way she would with me. The way that would trigger my cock to go hard. The way it would make me groan her name.
I thought that giggle was mine.
I leaned against the wall, reached for my zipper before I stopped suddenly, and shut my eyes tight.
What am I doing? Fuck it. I know what I’m doing.
Shalimar was about to show me every inch of her gorgeous skin. She was going to open those thighs and show me how wet that pussy was, right on high-definition camera.
“I’m going to spread my pussy apart for you,” Shalimar whispered to the camera.
“Please.” I rubbed the length of my cock.
“I’m going to stick my fingers in this pussy and think of you inside it.”
Yes, baby. Think of my cock.
How I wished she could really be mine. My possession. All mine. How I wished she would talk like this in front of me.
She took her time taking off her clothes, and I studied every movement. What was it about her that made me crazy? Was it her face? Those exotic eyes? Those petite tits, with the stiff nipples I loved to nibble. What made me crazy? Hooked? Obsessed? Insane? Addicted?
She’d taken off the dress, just her bra and panties remained. Now I could see the dragon tattoo running down her right hip and ending at her thigh.
“Or,” she whispered “Mr. Big Spender can be greedy and selfish. Would you like a private show, or do you want to share—”
I pressed the private show button as soon as it popped up. It had cost five hundred. I would’ve paid ten times that much.
She blinked at the camera, as if unsure to proceed. Guys that watched these cam shows usually had no money. That was why they sat on the computer. Real horny bastards with extra cash went to a strip club or brothel. So the webcam audience probably took some time to nickel and dime her.
Do you know it’s me?
The camera view widened. A chat screen appeared on the right.
“The chat allows us to talk, if you want.” She played with her bra straps and then took it off.
I typed into the screen. “Take your panties off.”
“Why in such a hurry?” She spread her legs open and pinched her nipples.
I typed. “I want to see your pussy.”
“That’ll cost a little more.”
I smiled.
You know you’ve got me hooked, so you’re going to keep pulling me forward.
I typed back. “How much?”
“Another five hundred.”
“And how much to fuck you?”
“That’s not an option.”
“We’ll see.”
She frowned. “What?”
“See you in a few, sweet dragon.”
“Rafael?!”
The screen shut off. I put my cock back in my pants. It hadn’t gone down. I knew it wouldn’t until I saw her.
I headed back to the car.
Giorgio eyed me. “What took you so long?”
“Get out. I’m driving.”
We switched, and I sped through the streets.
After a half an hour, we made it to Shalimar’s apartment and parked. She’d rented the place on Airbnb for two months. So far, she’d barely been in there for a week. She took no guests, barely left, ordered food delivery, and only went out to her balcony to smoke cigarettes.
I figured I had time.
I would let her relax, calm her nerves, and mourn her mother and sister. She was running from something. It wouldn’t get her. I had ten men around her.
She was supposed to have time. . .but Eden and Celina. . .
I couldn’t just blame them. Whatever Celina had done, Shalimar must’ve been a part of, or at least a willing participant in other parts of the game. Celina’s biggest ally had died. Kazimir’s, Uncle Igor. She would need some leverage now.