Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He turns his head toward my computer. If I remember correctly, you promised your subscribers a viewing with a guest.
I gasp, my eyes widening as I follow Jack’s gaze to my computer. The realization hits me like a tidal wave. I had indeed promised my subscribers a special show with a mystery guest. But I wasn’t being serious. Or was I?
“Oh my god,” I breathe.
Jack’s lips curve into a knowing smirk. “Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint your loyal fans, would we?”
I swallow hard, my mind racing. This is crazy, right? Completely insane. And yet, the thought of performing with Jack, of sharing our passion with my eager audience, makes it impossible to resist this offer.
“I . . . I don’t know,” I stammer, even as heat pools low in my belly. “We can’t show our faces.”
Jack moves closer, his hand cupping my face gently. “We don’t have to. I think you and I can figure out the lighting, the angle, and the shadows perfectly.”
I take a deep breath, weighing my options. The responsible part of me says this is a bad idea, that I should take some time to process everything that’s happened. But the part of me that craves excitement, that yearns for new experiences, is screaming to take the leap.
“Okay,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Let’s do it.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Jesus the man knows how to make me melt.
We spend the next few minutes setting up the camera, adjusting the lighting, and making sure our faces will remain hidden. As we work, I can feel the need building, a delicious tension crackling between us.
Finally, everything is ready. Jack stands behind me, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, as I reach for the button that will start the livestream.
“Ready?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, taking a deep breath. “Ready.”
As I click the button, I feel a rush of adrenaline. The familiar green light blinks on, signaling that we’re live. I can already see the viewer count climbing rapidly.
“Hello, everyone,” I purr, slipping into my BlackAsChlo persona. “I hope you’re ready for a very special show tonight.”
Jack’s hands slide down my sides, his touch igniting sparks across my skin. I lean back against him, feeling his solid chest pressed against me.
“As promised, I have a special guest with me tonight,” I continue, my voice husky with desire. “Say hello, mystery man.”
“Hello, everyone,” Jack’s deep voice rumbles.
“Tell us something about yourself,” I say with a gasp as his hand caresses my belly.
“I like to watch,” is all he says.
The chat explodes with excited messages, our viewers clearly thrilled by this unexpected development. I scan the comments, grinning at their enthusiasm.
“Oh, they’re definitely ready,” I moan, turning my head to look at Jack. “The question is, are you? Time to be watched rather than watch.”
In response, Jack’s hand slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I gasp, arching into his touch.
“I think that answers your question,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
We begin our dance, a sensual choreography of touches, kisses, and caresses. Jack’s hands explore my body with a familiarity that still thrills me, knowing now that it’s him—sweet, kind Jack—unleashing this passion.
As we move together, I’m acutely aware of the camera, of the hundreds of eyes watching us. But instead of making me nervous, it only heightens my arousal. I feel powerful, desirable, completely in my element.
“BlackAsChlo has been very very naughty,” Jack says to the viewers. “I’ve promised this naughty girl a punishment, and I’m a man of my word.”
My breath catches in my throat at Jack’s words. The dominant energy I’ve only experienced through a screen is now radiating from him in person, and I want more.
“That’s right,” I purr to the camera, playing my part. “I’ve been such a bad girl. Whatever shall you do with me? Do I get coal in my stocking?”
Jack’s hand tangles in my hair, gently but firmly tilting my head back. “I think you know exactly what’s coming,” he growls in my ear, loud enough for the mic to pick up.
The chat is exploding with messages, but I barely register them. All my focus is on Jack—his touch, his voice, the heat of his body against mine. We are both completely naked, in front of hundreds, live on Dark Secrets living out something I only dreamt of.
Jack’s hand slides down my back, his touch both gentle and commanding. “Bend over,” he orders, his voice low and authoritative.
I comply, positioning myself over the edge of the bed, my back arched and my ass exposed to both Jack and the camera.
“Count them out,” he instructs, and I nod, bracing myself.
The first smack lands, a sharp sting that quickly blooms into warmth. “One,” I gasp, my voice breathy.
Jack alternates between cheeks, each spank carefully measured. The pain mingles with pleasure, sending me from bliss to erotic agony all at once. By the time I count “Ten,” my skin is tingling and I’m panting and writing in need.