Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Rick shakes his head, his expression dark.
“Goddamn.”
“I know, and to be honest, I don’t think I’m not a fault,” I say in a slow voice. “Pardon the double negative, but I think I’ve made mistakes too.”
My handsome lover pulls me into his lap, my curvy form balancing against his hardness.
“In what way?” he rasps against my ear before pressing his lips to my throat. “In my eyes, you could never make a mistake.”
“Oh you!” I squeal, my pulse racing at his heat and closeness. Rick is such a gorgeous hunk of man, with his broad chest, bronzed skin, and sculpted features that I feel faint when I’m this close. But I force myself to answer. “I think it’s just the overall objectification of women, and I’ve contributed to it.”
“You mean, by being a creator?”
I nod slowly, biting my lower lip.
“Yeah, because you know how they say how internet porn literally changes the re-wiring in young men’s minds. Heck, probably not even just in young men, but any guy who’s watching my vids. They get unrealistic ideas on how to treat women, and have no idea how to date, or even how to act around a living, breathing female.”
Rick frowns again, pulling me closer to his broad chest. His arms are thick and muscular, and I feel so safe with him.
“In what way?” he growls, his voice so deep that I can feel the rumble beneath me. “Like they forget how to speak?”
“No, no,” I say with a smile. “Although maybe I shouldn’t be surprised if they do. No, what I’ve heard is that a lot of porn is pretty crazy these days, and there’s a lot of choking, slapping, and humiliation in even regular scenes. So men think that that’s what women want in real life because that’s what they see on screen. But what they don’t realize that the actors and actresses are doing their jobs. They’re acting. Maybe some of it is improvised, but the users don’t know, and don’t care. They consume hundreds of hours of the gonzo stuff, and come out with bloodshot eyes and their heads filled with nonsense.”
“And their balls drained, most likely,” Rick drawls in a sardonic voice. “I have no doubt that these dudes are losers in real life and depend on OF to get them off.”
“Yeah, probably,” I say in a soft voice. “But I should be nicer because these are my customers. They pay a ton of money, and I have a lot of freedom because of that money. Money gives you choices, which a poor girl doesn’t have much of.”
“Yes, but now you have me,” Rick growls in my ear, pulling me so close that I’m plastered against his broad chest again. “You don’t need to perform if you don’t want to.”
I push against that massive wall playfully.
“But we just filmed hours of content together! And I’m leveling up because I’ve never had a man in my photos or videos before, so if anything, this is going to be a golden period for my channel.”
Rick shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Sweetheart, I’ll never tell you what to do or not to do when it comes to your career. I’m proud of you, and this is real work, just like any other work. But I also don’t love the fact that there are dogs out there who jack off to your sassy curves, even if that’s the whole point.”
“It is the whole point. Why, does it make you jealous knowing that there are other men?”
Rick thinks for a moment before he meets my gaze.
“I don’t love it,” he acknowledges in a low voice. “But it’s because I’m a possessive asshole who wants you to belong to me. No one touches what’s mine.”
“But they don’t touch me,” I respond immediately. “It’s just on screen.”
He ponders again, expression thoughtful.
“Yeah, I know. I’m just a territorial motherfucker, that’s all, so it’s a base instinct that churns in my gut. Every caveman has it. But in my brain, I know that this is something that you’ve chosen for yourself, and it’s a good living, and that you work hard at it. For those reasons alone, I support you, Jenna.”
With those words, I throw my arms around his neck and pepper him with kisses as my heart blooms because this man has said all the right words. Rick wants me to succeed, no matter the avenue. He wants me to be happy, and to feel a sense of purpose, and doesn’t judge me for the particulars of my job. Instead, he’s protective but also understanding at once, using just the right touch to help me feel supported without being overbearing. My heart soars with joy as I press my lips to his.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper. “For being so good to me.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he whispers back. “But can I give you a special kiss? One that’s reserved for me only?”