Page 33 of Sweet Shots

“I realize I haven’t given you access to my account yet, which I’ll do as soon as we’re done here,” he begins, his voice low and emotionless. “I also realize that I forgot to mention something that wasn’t in the contract or on the limits list, so we need to discuss it.”

“Go on,” I say, bringing the glass to my lips. Vodka isn’t my favorite, but I’ll drink it. Hell, I’ll drink anything.

“In all of my content, I don’t show my face.”

I blink a few times, shifting in my seat. “None of them?”

“None of them,” he says with a firm nod. “And it’s not that I’m opposed to it, I just know my life is easier when people don’t recognize me. I’m not sure how you want to handle this.”

“Well, that’s up to you, really. You allowed me to stick to my persona in the videos for you, and I’ll give you that same courtesy.”

“I want your honest opinion, though.”

His words are genuine, and I think if I were standing, I’d be knocked on my ass. He’s being weird. Different. Normally he’s arguing with me, giving me a hard time, and now he’s… asking for advice?

“Are you okay?” I ask carefully, holding my hands up. “Again, I’m not trying to offend you, but you’re not acting yourself.”

He nods again. “I’m okay. Just spent a lot of time thinking, and I guess I’m not in the best mood.”

He’s never in a great mood. He’s grumpier than that damn cat all the time. RIP Tardar Sauce. I loved that damn cat. But this mood is different. Somber. He seems almost sad.

“We can wait on this.”

He shakes his head. “No, I’d rather get it over with.”

“Okay then. If you want my honest opinion… If I were you, I’d make sure this video was behind a paywall and explicitly state that it’s a face reveal. Moving forward, keep any content that has your face in it as bonus videos to make more off them. This gives people the option to see you if they want to, and it gives you more money. Especially because I’m sure plenty of my subs will move over to yours and they’ll want to see those videos. It’s typically the trend after I do a video with someone. We both see an increase in subs.”

He nods in acknowledgment, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“That makes sense. I think I’ll take your advice.” He sighs, looking as if he’s thinking something over in his head. “I want you to…” He pauses, gritting his teeth. “I want you to take full control in this video. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. Even if it puts me out of my comfort zone, I think it’ll be good for me. And keeping it behind another paywall helps me feel better about it.”

I stare at him, my dick hard as a rock at his words.Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.

I don’t know why I have such a control kink, and why it’s so fucking hot when people listen to me, especially in the bedroom, but I’ve long decided I don’t care why. I just do it and enjoy it. And when someone like Mikah comes into my life, someone who actuallyneedsit and doesn’t just want it for the fame, fuck, it’s the best.

Most of the guys I make videos with enjoy me taking charge. It turns them on. They do it because it’s part of their persona and because it’s fun. But Mikah? This is trauma related, and that’s so fucked up, but I love a good sad brat who needs to be put in his place to heal.

“Are you sure?” I ask carefully.

“Absolutely.”

“All right then. When do you want to do this?”

“Tomorrow.”

He isn’t asking, and that’s fine with me.

“Be here at seven?” I say.

“Sure.” He finishes his vodka, then gets up. I get up too.

“Hey, I’m going out if you wanna come with me. Meeting some friends at the bar.”

“Thanks, but I’m just going to go home. CP has been acting weird.”

“Like he needs to go to the vet?”

“I don’t know. Probably. Because of course, now would be the time when I’d get an astronomical bill.” He heads for the door, muttering a “good night,” as he leaves. I stand in place, wondering what he’s into that he doesn’t have any goddamn money.

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