Chapter 5

Leah

Tossing my purse on the couch, I kick off my heels and strip out of my dress as I stumble into the bathroom. I’m exhausted. Geez, even taking a bath feels like more effort than I want to give tonight. But I know how good it’ll feel to soak my bones, so I turn the faucet on anyway, add a bath bomb, and light a couple candles.

You know what would make this better? A good audiobook. A smutty, funny, no major drama story to lighten me up. Except I’m fresh out of those and don’t feel like online shopping for a new one.

I’m a mess.

The entire way home, I couldn’t get Mason out of my head. I can’t believe he looked up what the cleaning service pays. But the madder I try to get at his prying questions, the less it seems to matter. I think it’s because he wasn’t shaming me or talking down about my career choice. Instead, he was trying to figure out how I got money for a purse and practically begging for a date.

That’s weird. Right?

After soaking in the tub for a few minutes, my self-control breaks, and I grab my phone. “Okay, Mason Finch. Let’s learn about you and what you make per hour, fucker.”

Google pulls up articles and images and I sit up so fast water sloshes out of the tub. Holy shitballs. Photo after photo after hot, professional photo flood my screen. The more I scroll, the hotter they get.

“ Mason Finch, founder of BanditFX, makes new waves in Big Tech. ” Words blur because I’m scanning the article too fast. “Mason Finch breaks barriers with his innovative security…” Holy crap. “BanditFX lures best in the tech world to Finch’s door with unmatched salaries…”

My heart pounds in my chest as more photos with Mason smiling at the camera pop up. My god, does he not have a bad angle? Some pics are of him with a group of stuffy looking older people. Another is of him handing an award to someone. Or maybe he’s getting the award, I can’t tell. And there’s another where he’s shaking hands with—

“Is that Henry Cavill?” Holy crap, it totally is.

A few more swipes and I’m down a Mason Finch rabbit hole where I learn that he’s not only a die-hard Red Sox fan, but that his great-grandfather on his mother’s side was an oil tycoon in Texas. His father’s family is in law. His mother’s name is Scarlet. His dad’s name is Thomas. It looks like Mason also has a brother, Jackson, and a sister named Grace.

Before I can deep dive and go into full stalker mode, a notification pops up on my screen from the site my sexy persona makes bank on.

A bunny’s work is never done, am I right?

Clicking on it, the app opens and brings me directly to the chat room I have set up for my online fun times. Hey! I got two new top tier patrons today. Sweet! For as tired as I was ten minutes ago, I’m now energized—thanks to snooping on Mason.

I don’t know what that says about me.

Going into the chat group, I post a few winky faces and type, How about a quick live in thirty?

I set my phone down and lean back, listening to the dings go off as some of my patrons get online and respond. They’re used to my sporadic lives, so this is nothing new to them. After I’ve finished my soak, I dry off and get to work.

Instead of going heavy with makeup tonight, I put on a black, half-face mask that’s got long, straight bunny ears attached to it. The bottom of the mask reaches the tip of my nose and is made of a soft, leather-like material. It covers enough of my face that I don’t have to worry about being identified, and all I really need to complete the look is lipstick.

Snagging a black silk robe from my closet, I tie it in a way that lets some of my cleavage show enough to make them thirsty for more. Then I sit in my chair with ring lights aimed at me.

Shit, I forgot lipstick! Running a deep red color over my lips quickly, I open my laptop and log in.

“Hi,” I say in a flirty, cute voice. “What is everyone up to tonight?”

Seven patrons are logged in already, which is pretty decent for a last-minute thing like this. Oop, another one just joined. Avatars pop up as they fill my chat with compliments and flirtations. Two have already sent me kisses, which are ten bucks a piece.

Ty407 : “No plans tonight, Daisy?”

“Nope,” I lean back and squirm in my chair. “I’m enjoying a quiet night all by myself.” I twirl my hair around a finger and make a pouty face.

Mr. C: Awww. I’d keep you company.

“I’ve been so busy today. It’s nice to just…” Leaning back, my loose robe shows off a little more skin around my collarbone. “Relax, you know?”

Keeping the giggles and teasing going for another ten minutes, I talk about mediocre bullshit and ask them if they like my new lipstick, even reapplying it so they can get a good look at my mouth. “Mmmm, this needs lip gloss. What flavor should I do?”

They eat this shit up. These guys love picking lip-gloss flavors, even if they never get to taste it.

“Watermelon? Okay.” I pump the tube of lip gloss suggestively before slathering it on my bottom lip. Then rub it in and pucker for them. “Mmmm, how’s that look?”

I’ve had no less than ten more kisses fly across the screen. A hundred bucks for putting on lip-gloss? That’s the definition of working smarter, not harder.

Another notification pops up on the right side of the screen.

X would like a private chat. Do you accept?

Hmmm. This is one of the new patrons that joined today. I really don’t have the energy to give him my best, but I also don’t want to lose him so soon by declining. Rejecting one man today was enough.

“Well, guys, this little bunny needs to go to bed. Thanks for keeping me company. Good night.” I blow the camera a kiss and log off the live chat screen. Yawning, I accept X’s request.

The only thing that shows up on the screen are his legs in black suit pants. He’s stretched out on what looks like a white couch.

“Hi.” I lean back in my chair. “You’re new.”

X : You’re gorgeous.

“Aww. Thank you.” I cast my eyes down for a moment, then look back at the camera sheepishly again. “How was your day?” I have no clue yet how shy this guy is, or if he just likes anonymity. I also don’t know if he likes a confident or meek woman. I’ll figure it out.

X : Busy.

“Ugh, life gets so exhausting, doesn’t it? Always go, go, go with no time to take a deep breath and just… be .” I sigh loudly.

X: Long day for you too?

“Yes. I’m always running around for work. It’s nice to just be home.”

X : You should get in bed. Relax a little. You deserve it.

I really like when someone gives me orders in the bedroom. Part of me melts because I don’t have to think. I just do. But Daisy Ren can’t afford that luxury. I only give the illusion that I’m submitting to what they want me to do. I’m still forever on guard and steering conversations where I want, though. It makes conversations like this tedious because I’m constantly running a million situations in my head to improvise our interaction in a way that benefits me more than them.

But sometimes, I just want to let go. Give in. Obey like a good girl.

“Mmmm.” I stretch my arms over my head and arch my back. “Getting in bed sounds soooo good.”

I don’t normally leave this room, but occasionally I’ve taken a patron into another part of my house. It makes me more personable and easier to converse with, even though I don’t like how they get to see more of my personal space. But sometimes the littlest things turn into a deeper connection. And sometimes those deeper connections turn into big cash rewards.

A guy once paid two hundred dollars to watch me clean dishes in just an apron. Another wanted me to play video games with him while dressed in my pink glitter bunny outfit and paid me a grand for it. And plenty pay for me to talk dirty to them while they get off on just seeing me squirm in my chair.

I have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I like the power, control, the exchanges we have. I like being watched and enjoyed. Sometimes I pretend to use a vibrator to get off with while they’re jerking themselves. But they never see the action on my end. I haven’t gone that far yet.

And part of me wants to, really bad.

Exhibition kink? Yeah, I have one.

Voyeurism? Definitely .

It’s been a strange, self-discovering journey over the past couple of years. Sadly, I haven’t found a partner to have fun with. It’s not as easy as one may think. Lots of people like almost getting caught.

I want to get caught.

There’s been a few opportunities to join a sex club, but I keep chickening out. For someone who’s so bold with everything, I’ve really backpedaled on diving into the kind of sex I like.

I fell into this gig on a whim one night. Impulsive and frustrated, I dove headfirst into being a camgirl. Never thought I’d be good at it. I definitely didn’t expect to like it so much either. The hint of intimacy is enough to satisfy my guarded heart. Plus, I get to see men come undone over something I do for them, which is so fucking addictive.

And lucrative.

No one’s seen me fully naked online yet, but it’s just a matter of time. If I can’t find a way to boost my viewer’s pleasure, I’ll likely lose them because they’ll get bored with me and move on to the next shiny toy.

That’s a problem for another day.

“How about I take you to bed with me, X?” Holding my cell at eye-level, I walk away from my set up and over to my comfy queen-sized bed. My robe opens a little more as I climb onto the mattress, and I catch it just before one of my tits falls out. “Oops.” Playing it off like it’s an accident, I giggle and lay on my side, propping my head with my hand. “That’s better.”

X : Comfortable, Princess?

“Yes.” I can’t lie. Being called “princess” does something to me. “What about you, X?”

X : My dick’s too hard for me to get comfortable.

Talk about straight to the point. I like his directness. Sometimes these warmup, teasing conversations get old. Especially when I’m dying to hang up and watch old reruns on TV. “Well, maybe we can do something about that.” I bit my bottom lip. “Would you like a little relief?”

X : Yes.

“Slip those pants down for me.”

The screen shifts as he obeys and suddenly the view of his ceiling pops up. “What next, Princess?”

The smile that spreads across my face hurts my cheeks. His voice is sexy as hell.

“You like being called princess, don’t you.” It’s not a question, it’s a confirmation.

“Yes.”

“Good. Then that’s what I’ll call you. It’s how I’ll treat you too.”

He’s not the first one to make claims like that, so I let it roll off my back. “It’s nice to finally hear your voice, X.”

His deep chuckle makes my thighs clench.

Did I mention how sexy his hands are? They’re big and veiny. Bet they’d feel amazing in my pussy.

When X pulls his dick out of his pants, it takes up the entire screen. My mouth waters with half-anticipation, half-dread. The only way I get through calls like this is imagining they’re someone I like. Or worse, someone I’m attracted to. I’ve already painted this man as Mason Finch, which is terrible. If I screw up and call him the wrong name, I’m done for.

Jesus, why am I even considering liking Mason in the first place, much less fantasizing about him now? I really need to get my head on straight.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Princess?”

“Daisy,” I say quickly. Then I clear my throat because I’m getting off track and need to separate my thoughts of Mason with the hot sounding dude on the screen. If not, I’ll go all in tonight with this stranger and that’s not how I saw my first online orgasm going. “How about you call me Daisy tonight.”

“Whatever you want, Daisy .”

Even the way he says my fake name sounds hot. I must really need to get laid if I’m fawning all over men today. “Let’s relieve some of the stress you’ve built up, X.”

“Will you relieve some of yours with me?”

Excitement skitters down my spine even as my heart pounds in panic. “Yes.” This might kill three birds with one stone. I can make this guy happy, perform my first actual sex act online, and, in a roundabout way, get Mason out of my system. “Want to pick out a toy for me?”

“No. Use whatever you want.”

I pout even though I’m relieved.

In my experience, guys don’t normally have a clue what a woman needs to get off. Bless them for trying to learn, though.

Would Mason know how to make me come? I desperately want to find out.

Would he ever join a site like this? That’s laughable. He doesn’t strike me as the type to pay so he can watch a woman act like I do on here. He probably has as many women fawning for him as he does zeroes in his bank account. And they’re all probably just as filthy rich as he is.

“What’s got you blushing, Daisy?”

“I was just…” Thinking of someone who isn’t you . “Admiring the spectacular view, X.”

When he places the phone on the side of the sofa, I can see a bit more of his waist and legs. His pants are down to his ankles, and his cock is huge and veiny. He rolls his sleeves up and my mouth waters. God, his forearms are yummy. Shadows dance across his lower abs, too. He’s stacked. I seriously hit the jackpot with this man. He’s so hot, maybe I should pay him for this chat tonight.

“I like what I see, X.”

“Good.” He spits in his palm and glides it along his shaft, running his thumb along the head of his dick. “You gonna make me play all by myself, Daisy?”

Hell to the no. This man’s sexy with a capital S-E-X-Y. My pussy aches and feels all puffed out. I’m so turned on and needy, if I don’t come soon, I might go loco.

Am I seriously taking this next step in the world of Daisy Ren tonight?

Impulsivity wraps around my throat, making it hard to swallow the truth.

Yes. I am.

Excitement cuts my nerves to shreds. When I go all in with something, I’m one-thousand percent in. Life’s too short to have regrets. I’ll make a million and one mistakes and have a blast until the day I die. I knew this day was coming. Why prolong it a minute more?

I grab a vibrator from the top drawer and prop the cell up so he can get a delightful view. Turning my toy on, I place it between my thighs. My pussy clenches immediately.

“That’s my good girl.” X says in a gruff voice. “I like a woman who goes for what she wants and doesn’t play around.”

My breath shudders out of me. Bet that’s something Mason would say.

Stop thinking of Mason!

“I wish I was there between your thighs, Daisy. Licking that needy little pussy.” X jerks himself in long, slow strokes while I watch. My mouth waters. “If you were mine, I’d have you riding my face every fucking day.”

“I’d saddle up whenever you beg me.”

“You’d be the one begging, Daisy.” His hips thrust up as he fucks his hand. “I’ll eat your pussy until you beg me to stuff my dick inside you.”

Moaning, I run the vibrator over my clit. “Which hole would you stuff first, X?”

“Your pretty little mouth. I want that red lipstick to stain the base of my dick. Then I’d shove it in your cunt, stretch you, fuck you until you can’t breathe. Then I’d pull out and work my way into your ass.”

The vibrator and his filthy words are doing a great job of bringing me closer to a release.

“If you were mine, I’d fill you with my cum and make you spread your legs so I can eat it out of your pussy.”

Felching is definitely on my list of things I want to try. While X fills my ears with a dirty visual, my mind’s painted Mason as the one doing it all to me.

“Do you want that, Daisy?” X growls. “Want me to cum all over you and lick it off?”

“Yes. God, yes.” Slamming my legs together, I pin the vibrator against my clit with one hand and grip my pillow with the other. “Oh my god.” I arch back and ride the long wave of pleasure until my thighs shake.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” His voice drips down my body like warm honey.

I climb out of my orgasm induced fog just in time to see X blow his load. Groaning loudly, he thrusts upward, and suddenly, his phone falls to its side and lands tilted towards the wall.

“Shit,” he mutters, quickly flipping it over so the screen goes black.

I’m too stunned to speak. Too confused to move.

Holy moly, I think I’ve lost my mind.

In the time it took X to move his phone from the floor, I saw something hanging on the wall.

It’s the framed, signed jersey Mason has in his living room.