Chapter 5

Zy's POV

I did not reply to Aunt Molly’s message.

I just kept walking, my legs still unsteady, the taste of Grant still on my tongue, the wetness between my thighs cooling in the afternoon air, my phone sat heavy om my hand.

By the time I reached the small house I shared with her the sun had started to drop, and the second I opened the door she was already standing in the living room, arms crossed, face tight.

“Sit down,” she said.

I sat.

She did not waste time.

“Your brother called me. He said he saw something online. A live video. A girl who looked exactly like you on her knees, then on her back, with a man who looks a lot like Ronan’s brother.”

My stomach turned cold.

I opened my mouth, closed it, then forced the truth out.

“I found out Ronan is gay.”

Aunt Molly’s eyes narrowed.

“And that is why you went to film live p**n with his brother?”

“No,” I said fast, shaking my head. “I never knew it was a set. I went to the house to cry, I heard a sound, I walked into the room, he was there, I… I did not stop. I did not know cameras were rolling.”

She stayed quiet, waiting.

I swallowed and kept going, the words coming out raw.

“But being with him, even without his cock inside me, was the greatest thing I have ever felt. His mouth, his hands, the way he called me sweet little cumslut, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars… Ronan was never meant for me. He left me dry for months while I stayed a virgin waiting for him. Grant took one look at me and knew exactly what I needed.”

“Stop.”

Aunt Molly’s voice cut through the room like a slap.

She stepped closer, eyes hard.

“If that video goes out, what happens to the fundraiser program I run for the church? What happens to your parents’ jobs at the school? What happens to your scholarship? You think people will still write those checks when they see their scholarship girl’s tits in a stranger’s mouth on a p**n site?”

Each question landed heavier than the last.

I felt the heat in my face drain away.

The scholarship, the money that kept me in school.

The program that paid for half the kids in our neighborhood to eat during the holidays.

My parents’ quiet jobs that already barely covered the bills.

All of it could burn because I walked into a dark room and let Ronan’s brother suck my pussy and my tits like I belonged to him.

I looked down at my hands.

They were still shaking.

“I will tell him to take it down,” I said quietly.

Aunt Molly did not soften.

“You will do more than tell him. You will make sure that video never sees daylight. Do you understand me?”

I nodded.

“Yes.”

She watched me for another long second, then turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone on the couch with the weight of everything I had just done.

I pulled out my phone.

Grant’s number was still sitting in my recent calls under the name he had saved.

I changed it.

I deleted Daddy and typed in Bad Decision instead, then stared at the two words for a long moment before opening a new message.

Me: Take the video down. Please. It will ruin my life if it goes out.

The reply took long.

Grant: Not that easy, Zy.

My stomach twisted.

Grant: We have premium members, very raw upload hits their private feed first before it ever goes public. The crew already pushed the file to the premium list the second we finished shooting.

So, the video is probably in the hands of your people.

I closed my eyes.

Of course.

Another message came in.

Grant: I can pull it. I have the admin access. But you are going to earn it first.

I typed with shaking fingers.

Me: What do you want?

Grant: I want a video of you right now in your room, remove your dress, push your fingers in that pretty pussy I tasted. I want to watch you finger-fuck yourself while you say my name and call yourself my sweet little cumslut. No face if you are scared, but I want those tits and that cunt clear, send it. Then I might take the set video down.

My pussy clenched hard at the words even while shame burned up my neck.

Grant: And after you send it, you are going to stay on the phone with me while I tell you exactly how I am going to use that mouth again the next time I see you. That is the price. Take it or let the premium members keep watching you come on my tongue.

I sat there on the couch, heart slamming, the was house quiet except for the sound of Aunt Molly moving around in the kitchen.

My body was already reacting, nipples tight, the space between my legs slick again at the memory of his mouth and the filthy demand sitting on my screen.

I stood up, walked to my small bedroom, locked the door, and stared at the phone.

Bad Decision.

That was the name I had given him.

And right now it felt exactly right.

I put the phone on the bed, pulled my dress over my head, and sat down with my legs open, already knowing I was going to give him exactly what he asked for.

Because the video had to come down.

And because some part of me, the same fucking part that got on my knees in that dark room, still wanted to be his sweet little cumslut even while the rest of my life was at risk.