chapter Seven:One Hour

The burner buzzes again and it’ felt like a knife been pierced into my gut, the preview clip starts playing all on its own, no volume but I don’t need volume because I remember every single sound I made in that pool house, the way I was riding him slow and filthy, water dripping off our skin from the latenight swim we weren’t supposed to take together, blue lights from the pool making everything look underwater and unreal, his hands digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks that I will have to hide with high waisted jeans for days. The thumbnail is me mid grind, head thrown back, mouth open, chain swinging wild between my tits. Forty-three minutes left on the clock now. The new text pops up clear as day: $75k in the next forty-three or this full clip auto sends to Mom’s phone while she’s dead asleep with her noise machine whirring like nothing’s wrong.

Julian is already off the chair, yanking his sweats up, grabbing both burners and his laptop like we’re in some kind of war zone. I’m still naked except for his cum leaking down my thighs, I was shaking so hard the chain rattles against my collarbone, cold metal on hot skin. He looks at me once, eyes completely black and wild, jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle jump. “Get something on,” he says with a low tune“We’re sweeping every fucking inch of this house right now.”he said and stormed off the room

I grab his discarded t-shirt off the floor, pull it over my head, it hangs halfway down my thighs and smells like him, like us, sweat and sex and that cologne he wears that makes me stupid. It’s enough to make me wet again even now, even with my heart trying to punch out of my chest. We creep out of the office, past Mom’s door where her phone is glowing soft blue on the nightstand charger like a landmine waiting for one of us to step wrong. I want to run in there and smash it against the wall but Julian grabs my wrist, shakes his head hard, mouths no, not yet and I understood and followed him as walked downstairs in the living room. He’s on his knees immediately, running fingers along baseboards, behind the TV, under the couch cushions it seemed as if if was everywhere at the same time  I follow with my real phone flashlight on low, beam shaking because my hand won’t stop trembling every shadow looks like a camera lens staring back we found nothing we went to the itchen next and we checked inside the vents, behind the fridge, top of the cabinets where dust collectsbut still we couldn't find anything and I was obviously looking frustrated already we checked the hallways even the smoke detectors, light fixtures, the little decorative shelf where Mom keeps her stupid scented candles and still we found  nothing every room we ever touched each other in, every place he’s had me bent over or pressed against or on my knees, it all feels dirty now, poisoned, like someone’s been getting off on us the whole summer all these while he never looked tired he moved with the speed of light and yet without noise and then there is me who is already overhwelmed with everything,we ended up in his office again because it’s the only room with decent light and a door that locks. He plugs both burners into his laptop, fingers flying over keys, trying to trace the texts, the IP, the video links, anything. I can’t stand still so I climb into his lap, legs over one thigh, chain swinging between us like a pendulum counting downi felt his arm going around my waist his  thumb rubbing circles on my bare skin under the shirt. The screen shows signals bouncing all over the world, encrypted tunnels, routed through servers in Russia and fuck knows where else. He mutters curses in Spanish under his breath, things I’ve only heard him say when he’s buried deep and losing control.Then came another buzzing sound and  both our  phones buzzed at once,my  stomach drops then a New message displays

Cute little sweep, daddy. You think I’m that sloppy?

Still watching!! Always watching.

Attached is a live feed from right now at from this very second the angle is from the bookshelf behind his desk, the one with all his boring business books nobody ever touches. It shows us clear as day with me straddling his lap, his hand up the shirt, my head on his shoulder while he types,We both froze like someone dumped ice water down our backs immediately he slams the laptop lid but it doesn’t matter. There’s a tiny red light blinking on the spine of one of those books. Live. Streaming. Right now.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my neck, voice shaking for the first time since this started “Fuck, Ivy.” he said almost yelling

I turn slowly still on  his lap until I’m facing him proper, knees on either side of his hips, hands sliding into his hair. “We have thirty-eight minutes,” I whisper, lips brushing his. “Maybe less now.” I said to him with my lips brushing his ,His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise. “We should keep looking he aidy but this time calmly

“We should nothing.” I roll my hips once, slow, feel him already getting hard again under the thin sweats. “They’re watching anyway after all they’ve been watching everything so why not let them watch this too.”i told him seductively 

His eyes go even darker, pupils blown wide.“You’re fucking insane, baby girl.”he said and you love it don't you?,” I asked and grind down harder just to watch his jaw clench again

He groans low, hands sliding down to grab my ass, yanking me closer until there’s no space left  “Yeah,” he admits against my mouth. “I really fucking do.”

Then he kisses me like he’s angry at the blackmailer, at himself, at the whole world and I kiss back the same with teeth and tongue and desperation no time to be  gentle I reached down between us, tug his sweats low enough to pull him out, he’s already hot and heavy in my hand, still slick from earlier i lift up just enough and sink down on him in one slow move, both of us gasping into each other’s mouths like we’re drowning.

The chair creaks loud under us, too loud for this house, but Mom’s sleeping pills are heavy duty and her white noise machine sounds like a hurricane twenty feet away. I start riding him fast, frantic, chain bouncing wild between my tits with every thrust,the meta necklacel slapping against my skin. He bites down on my neck to stay quiet, one hand clamped over my mouth when I start moaning too much because I can’t help it, he feels too good, too deep, too everything.

I pull his hand away just long enough to gasp, “Tell me. Tell me you’d burn everything down for this.”

He growls against my throat, hips slamming up to meet me. “Already did, baby girl. The second I touched you I burned it all down.”

That sends me over I come hard, clenching around him so tight my vision whites out, nails digging into his shoulders through the shirt. He follows right after, burying his face in my neck, spilling deep with my name muffled against my skin like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

We stay locked like that, panting, sweat cooling fast in the air conditioning. Chain stuck between our chests, the chain was sticky now. His arms around me like he’ll never let go even if the whole house catches fire.

Then the burners buzz again, sharp and cruel.

Thirty minutes left.

New preview downloading automatically.

This one’s from the garage two nights ago me bent over the hood of his BMW, skirt flipped up, panties around one ankle, his belt leaving fresh red lines across my ass while he fucked me raw from behind, hand over my mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

Julian’s arms tighten until it almost hurts.

“We’re not paying a fucking cent,” he says, voice rough and certain again. “We find this sick fuck. We end this.”he concluded with so much confidence in his voice

I nodded against his shoulder, but my legs are shaking too bad to stand up yet.

Twenty nine minutes.

Mom’s phone is still charging quietly outside the office door.

And somewhere in this houseor outside it, or wherever the feed is going someone is sitting in the dark, smiling at their screen, stroking themselves maybe, watching us fall apart one filthy thrust at a time.

I close my eyes and feel the chain cold against my skin again.

Tick tock, daddy…