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Sour Candy - Prologue
Ginny looked at the list of her latest orders and sighed.
They would just only tide her over, but not enough to the point where she could have money left over to save. And when she accounted for how long it would take for her to complete each one, it was definitely a stretch to think that she could keep her head above water that month.
She glanced at the camera next to her monitor, its glass eye reflecting the misery she felt.
It wasn't that she didn't take pride in all of her work, because she did. But there were days like today — days when she just wished that she could feel normal, for once — that she would let the shame toil within her.
She looked down at her hands — dry and calloused from her knitting needles, with the occasional indent from where she absently poked herself while binge-watching Netflix. Then she looked back at her camera and sighed.
With a steadying breath, Ginny lifted herself from her office chair and winced. Her hips and back were mad at her for sitting in such a static position for too long. She knew better, always did, but she could push through the pain. A couple of videos should do the trick, should fill in the gaps that her knitting work couldn't.
And so she slipped off her shirt, her oversized joggers, and carefully arranged her knitted bra over her chest; her nipples already puckered at the gentle breeze that was being filtered through the purposefully loose knots.
She released her hair from her claw clip, grabbed her camera, and placed it on her tripod just so. Her auburn waves were easily covered by a sleek jet black wig longer than she would've liked because longer hair gave her audience more to imagine. She grabbed the hand mirror and make up bag from inside her nightstand, and quickly adjusted her brows to more naturally match her new hair.
Another sigh, longer, more beleaguered, and she turned her camera on, carefully pulling the monitoring screen to the side.
Ginny crawled onto her bed and assumed her position for the day: knees folded by her side, despite the burn resonating throughout her hips, and twirled a strand of hair. She pouted, over-exaggerated while she furrowed her brows harder than normal.
Her free hand was placed on her bed, in the space between her thighs, the space she knew her viewers wanted to see.
She let out a small huff.
"I don't know if I should be doing this, daddy. You're not supposed to watch."
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She had been recommended by his friends.
They said her username was the perfect fit for her — Sour Candy.
She looked delectable with her long, glossy black hair that brushed against her lower back whenever she shifted her position. His friends were curious what her real hair color was, as the crinkled thatch of hair between her thighs was too dark and too short to provide any clues; a thought that left him feeling both amused by the truth of it, but also even more eager to see if there was a way he could find out for himself.
When he asked them why she included the sour in her sweet, they scoffed and said that she had a mouth on her. Could be bratty in private requests or through their private chats with her. He wasn't entirely sure what all of that entailed, but he was intrigued all the same.
And so Draco logged on, paid the requisite subscription fee and clicked on her newest upload — some fantasy fulfillment about a step-father walking in on his barely legal step-daughter right before she got herself off.
The semantics in the titling and descriptions were eye-roll inducting, if only because he knew that it was really meant to appeal to the sick fucks who wished they could indulge in the actual taboo, or wished they were in that exact situation themselves.
Despite all of his misgivings, though, Draco couldn't deny how fucking hot it was to see her play with her pretty little tits, or how much he wished that it was his fingers circling her clit.
"Oh, Daddy, I shouldn't!" she cried out, her thighs shaking as she eyed the camera.
Her amber eyes made direct contact with the lens and it felt like she was boring her way into his soul.
"Fuck, baby girl," he murmured, now fisting his cock in his own bed. "Don't stop. Be my good girl and come for me."
She nodded her head, somehow understanding that other men like him were fervently hissing similar words in similar positions; unabashed in their urgency.
He exploded shortly after she did, stars shimmering behind his tightly shut lids. When they fluttered open, he jerked again at the sight of her delicately licking her own fingers.
"Did I do a good job, Daddy? I think you should taste me next time," she coyly stated, a small smirk upturning her lips and that's when Draco understood.
There was that delicious hint of sour with her sweet. So, so sweet and he already knew that he'd be coming back for more.