Page 50 of Sin

TIs4Tony: I know what I’ll be dreaming about tonight.

PeeperBPeepin: Boo!

MakeItClap22: I’d paint them white, then lick them clean.

BigMan69: You’ve got me over here like the Kool-Aid man. Oooh yeaaaah.

That one made me snicker. I could picture the Kool-Aid man in all his glory bursting through my wall. I didnotwant to fuck him, though. BigMan69 would be so disappointed.

Tittiesinmyfayce:

CumGutters11: Anyone else dehydrated? Fuck me.

URDreamLover: Tell me what your pussy smells like.

JohnBoy27: I just made a mess of myself.

ThisIsSparta: What the fuck did I join?

The snort that escaped me was loud and undignified, which set off a full belly laugh. Oh, that last one. I had to catch my breath before I could like his comment. Sorry, Greek boy, you stumbled in on the wrong night. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d come back. If he did, I made a mental note to make it up to him.

Caught up on the comments, I also noted the explosion of new members. They were all from tonight, i.e., people who joined the stream but didn’t necessarily comment. Close to a hundred new names were listed, all at the minimum membership pledge and all with generic handles that made me think these might be bots, but one stood out in sharp relief, both because of the name and the dollar amount pledged.

1N3V1T@BL3 has joined the Prince Charming tier

My mouth fell open. Wow. He must havereallyenjoyed the show. That was my highest tier and only had one other member: Mr. Shy Guy himself. It was $500 a month and included one private session plus a personalized video message for each month they were an active subscriber. I’d limited it to only five spots to ensure it didn’t get too unwieldy fulfilling their rewards.

I shot him a quick direct message.

Dear1N3V1T@BL3,

Thank you so much for your support. I see you identify as male on your profile. Does that mean I can call you Daddy?

Keep an eye out for more from me soon.

Kisses,

Merri

All in all, a good night’s work.

So why was I still feeling a little restless? I’d fed better than I had since arriving at this pretty little prison of mine. I should be sated. Calm. Content. Instead I was like a tiger in a cage, pacing in my own mind.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that much of a mystery. A pretty prison was still a prison.

I’d occupied one form of cage or another since Lilith took me in, but this was the first time I really felt the walls. I needed something to ground me.

Drumming my fingers on the desk, I let my mind stumble toward a solution. Sometimes, you really just had to get out of your own way. Lilith had taught me that long ago.Let your gut guide you, darling.

Lilith’s voice glided through my mind as clearly as if she were sitting on the bed beside me. How many times had she said that exact thing to me?

The memory had a small smile curling my lips. Auntie Lilith always had the best advice. Maybe that’s what I needed. A little dose of her magic. I could call her. Tell her everything and ask for her help.

My shoulders slumped almost as soon as the idea percolated, however, becauseMaliceconfiscated my phone. He’d been so smug when I asked for it. Motherfucker.

Just as I was about to accept defeat and fling myself back onto the bed in a full sulk, I realized that an actual phone was no longer the only means of making a call. Tapping my computer back on, I navigated my way to Lilith’s contact information and hit the video call button.

There. Problem solved.

---