I wanted my life, my job, and my remaining dignity back.
I had to do it properly though. I needed to draw him into my web and make sure he was so stuck that the only way he could get out was to agree to my terms.
It would be hard—I knew that. But hey… I was born for hard.
It was time to sign back into Dalton Cam Girls.
“You’re getting back at a guy. What do you do? Solo or couple? Go.”
“Couple,” Jenna answered immediately.
“Solo,” Bella argued.
“Why a solo?” Jenna looked at her.
Bella raised an eyebrow. “Because the best way to piss off a guy is give yourself a better orgasm than he could give you. Duh.”
Her reasoning lingered in my mind for all of ten seconds before I realized that her logic made total sense.
“Got it. Thanks.” I patted the top of her head and darted out of the room.
“Hey!” she yelled after me, but I ignored her and took the stairs two a time.
Yes. That was exactly what I was going to do. I was going to get dressed up and fuck myself until I screamed nobody’s name. And he was going to know about it—because I was going to send him the fucking link and make him watch every single second of it.
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It took me five minutes to get ready and log in to set up a chat room. I set the start time for fifteen minutes later and grabbed the room’s link.
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: For you.
Dear Professor,
www.daltoncamgirls.com/dh192036
Xoxo, Darcy.
His response landed within seconds.
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: Darcy.
Darcy,
What the fuck is that?
J
I grinned. It was a rhetorical question. He knew exactly what it was—or what it would be. He wasn’t a dumb man. I also knew he’d get mad the second I didn’t reply, but I had no fucks left to give.
Having seen him with Professor Banks earlier was still hurting more than I cared to admit. He wasn’t mine—I knew that. He never had been, but that didn’t make it easier. I’d naively assumed that, when he’d sworn me to monogamy, he was practicing the same thing.
Again, assuming was my downfall.
He wasn’t cheating. We weren’t together. We were just two people who fucked because I had been forced into such a situation.
I wished that had stopped the pain.
My alarm went off, telling me that I had to get on camera, and I shut my e-mail window down. He hadn’t sent another, so I got into position and turned my webcam on.
He was fuming.
He’d paced back and forth in front of his fireplace ever since she’d sent that e-mail. The anger pumping through his veins was unparalleled. What the fuck was she playing at? She knew the rules of their agreement—and a public fucking cam show was not allowed.
She. Fucking. Knew.
He rolled his shoulders as though that would alleviate the tension balled there. Fuck! His usually eloquent thought process had been stamped the hell out of. As if his day couldn’t have gotten any worse—a vomiting freshman, an overzealous colleague, and now, this shit.
Fuck.
Just…fuck.
His laptop beeped with the notification that her show was starting. He twitched with the urge to go see. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to watch her on the screen when she should have been there, in front of him, in person.
Yet he did. He moved toward the sofa and angled his laptop so he could see the screen. As if it had its own mind, his hand moved across the trackpad and made it full screen.
She was there. Right there, all gorgeous and sensual, clad in the bright-pink underwear he so favored.
Deliberate. All deliberate, although he had no idea why.
Still, he watched. Watched as she explored her own body with her hands.
He wanted to take those hands and pin them above her head while he asked her what the fuck she was playing at.
He unbuckled his pants and pulled his hard cock free from its confines. He grasped it lightly, cussing himself out for going back to it, but he couldn’t help it. Watching her was too much. Knowing how she tasted, how she writhed beneath him… Knowing how soft that damn skin was… It was just so overwhelming to know that there were other men watching her right now.
He could see them asking her to do things. To touch herself. He could see them paying her, dollar after dollar after dollar.
Telling Darcy what to do. His Darcy.
Touch yourself, he typed. Touch yourself and think of me as you do it.
She faltered on the screen as his message appeared in the chat box, and she looked directly at the camera. It almost felt as though she were looking right at him, but he knew she wasn’t. It didn’t stop his cock from jerking in his hand though.#p#分页标题#e#