Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... it would've been a surprise, but no big deal. Now they were both jobless. Darius was gonna have to find another gig really fast.

“When were you planning on tellin me?”

“At the right time” she said, looking up from her computer. She smiled innocently. “Why are you back so early?”

Darius scratched his forehead before folding his arms defensively. “Well, baby. That's the thing. I kinda...”

Her eyebrows raised, waiting for him to continue.

“I quit too.”

Heather snickered. “Wow. Meeting went that well, huh?”

Darius grimaced. “Yeah, not so great.”

She laughed and shook her head before returning to her work. “I told you not to make a mountain out of a molehill.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard, clacking away.

“Well I'm glad you think it's funny, cause it doesn't sound like either of us qualifies for unemployment. We got no income.”

“Not true” she replied, holding up her index finger sternly.

“How's that?”

“Come over here” she said, patting the sofa cushion next to her. Darius unfolded his arms, walked to the couch and sat down beside her.

Heather navigated through a few links before turning the laptop so he could get a better look. Where she pointed, the screen displayed a dollar amount just shy of four digits. “We'll have at least this much coming in every month from now on. More over time.”

“Ok. That's almost enough to pay our half of the rent, but not the rest of our bills. Where's it coming from?”

With a few keystrokes, Heather ...

... surfed to her homepage. The words Duchess Daphne Divine appeared in big letters beside a picture of her posing in a corset and fishnets. Her face was hidden behind a Victorian mask, but the body and eyes were undoubtedly hers. Darius had never heard of the website, but it was obviously one of those sites where people could subscribe and pay someone directly for their “services.”

“So this is what you've been up to. And when were you going to tell me about this?”

“At the right time” she repeated with a sly grin.

“You're not selling nudes, are you?”

*SLAP*

Heather reflexively smacked him across the chest.

“Ow!”

“Of course not! A proper Goddess doesn't disrobe for a bunch of pay-pigs!”

“So what is this? Like feet pics and cleavage shots?”

Heather cocked her head, her blonde locks shaking as she offered him the stink eye and a sardonic sneer.

“So far, it's mostly just pics in my Domme outfits and a little interacting with my fans.”

“You have fans?”

“More every week.”

“And they're paying you that much? Just for clothed pics and chit chat?”

“Mmmhmm, and this is nothing! It's really gonna start growing when I start posting videos.”

Darius raised his hands, his palms outstretched. “Whoa! Baby, slow down. I'm gonna get another job. You don't need to do all that!”

Heather's shimmering green eyes locked on his. “I want to do this. And I want you to help me.”

“What?!?”

“I'm going to need someone to help with the camera work. And someone ...