Page 74 of Game Over

“What, is this a business meeting?” I could tell they were trying to keep it light, but there was no room for that here. jj

I shook my head. “We need to talk limits, safe words, safe motions. All of that is decided before the camera goes on.”

They tilt their head, the confusion on their face obvious. “We’ve already talked about all of that.”

“We have, but this is different. That was between us, and I’m sure there’s some things that you would do just for me that you wouldn’t want to be viewed by thousands of horny people.”

“Thousands?” He took another sip of his tea, a bit larger now that it had cooled.

“Yeah, you were there the other night."

“True, I just hadn’t checked out the actual numbers.”

“Don’t let it intimidate you. Tonight I won’t really be paying too much attention to the chat.” That didn’t include glitch, considering the amount he was shelling out for this stream, but we would cross that bridge when we got there. “So it will be just us, but I want us to be clear on limits.”

“Okay, what’s the safeword?”

“To keep it easy want to do the stoplight system? Red for stop everything and turn the stream off, yellow for slow down, green for good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

I nodded. They were looking a bit more at ease, but I knew my next question would put them further off-kilter. “What aboutdynamic? You know how I am on stream. I know you said you prefer seeing me the way you always do but?—”

“No, I think I’d like to try to be a bit more… dominant.”

Are you sure?” I asked, trying to be very open and honest. “You won’t hurt me by not wanting to, I need to know where your heads at.”

“Watching your stream and having control over you was really hot, and I liked it a lot, so I think I’d like to take a bit of control here too.”

“Sounds good then.” I shuffled a bit more, already getting turned on thinking about this potential new side of Jesse. Would he be really stern and hard, or more of a soft dom, with pleasure and care in mind? Either way it all sounded like a wet dream I couldn’t wait to have. “And if you want we can switch whenever. Totally up to you.”

“Sounds good, I figured we could go with the flow and see what was best.”

“I love that.” I gave him a kiss, one that got hot and heavy quickly. “Save that energy for the camera,” I said with a wink.

They leaned forward and bit my lip. “Trust me, sweetie, I have plenty of it to go around.”

We stood, Jesse chugged the last bit of their tea before setting the cup down for the first time and moving to the bedroom. I started conducting my before-stream ritual while Jesse sat on my bed, leaning back against his hands. For a few moments, I was distracted by the way his hands flexed under him. There had always been something about their hands I found attractive, and right now it felt heightened by everything going on.

But I did have a schedule to keep, so I turned on the countdown time and got my lighting ready, opting for a more neon green, illustrating even more that this wasn’t your average Tarable stream. I was chugging my water and making sure thatInky had everything she needed when I called back to Jesse, “What should I wear tonight?”

“What are my choices?” they asked, a stripe of tattooed, hard hip line visible under the hem of their crop top when I came back into the room that nearly made me moan.

He had absolutely zero right being that hot.

None.

I opened the closet, all of my sets hung on special hangers with velvet coating to minimize wear of the delicate fabrics, showing them off easily as they held all the finicky straps.

They came to me and started flicking through the outfits, each one making them redder. “I… I don’t think I could pick.”

I pressed my body against them from behind, needing to bend around them a bit to see. Though, really, my priority was rubbing up against my boyfriend as much as I could as I reached around, tugging the edge of one for him to see it better. “What about the orange one? That’s your favorite color.”

“That could work. I don’t know, the blue is good. Or the green too. And fuck you look good in maroon…” they trailed off, as if imagining me in each. A mental Rolodex of skimpy outfits they’d seen me in many times before.

As flattered as I was, I could feel the pressure of the clock ticking down.

“Why don’t I ask Glitch?”

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