Page 65 of Heartless Sinner

I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying the words out loud as I typed them.

Me: How about you do it first? Send me a video of you naked to make it fair. Then MAYBE I’ll consider it.

I wouldn’t consider it for shit. But he didn’t know that.

Brooks: There’s nothing for you to consider. I already have eyes on you everywhere.

If that was his pitch for nudes, then his persuasion skills sucked.

Me: Unless those hidden cameras suddenly learned how to take my clothes off, you don’t have any power here.

He didn’t immediately reply this time.

Five seconds passed. Then ten.

I checked the top of my screen to make sure I still had service.

Is he at a loss for words?

When he took too long for my liking, I snapped a photo of my pajama top, making sure my face wasn’t showing. A few strands of my hair fell over the pink satin.

“I’m only doing this because I’m bored,” I muttered to myself, as if that made sending the photo any less stupid.

Me: Still dressed, as you can see. Just like I’ll be every time you’re around.

That got a quick response from him.

A string of fired-off texts blew up my phone.

Brooks: That’s not what I have recorded from the other night.

Brooks: I recall your pussy right in my face.

Brooks: I’m picturing it right now in my mind.

Me: Keep picturing it.

Me: What’s that saying? Take a picture. It’ll last longer.

Brooks: Take a picture for me then. Make it last longer.

Me: *this person has blocked you*

Brooks: lol

Brooks: *this user has licked your pussy*

I typed so fast that I nearly cracked my screen.

Me: OMG! You’re so fucking demented, and that NEVER happened.

Brooks: Thought I was blocked, Princess?

Brooks: You don’t have the balls to block me because you like my dirty talk.

Me: You’re right. I don’t have the balls to do it because I don’t have balls.

Me: BTW, the stuff that comes out of yours is seriously gross.