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thisreadswhatever · 7 months

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Anything For The Club: Part Two

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[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 1.6k+

[summary]: Jax gets back from his run after rushing home to you, and a concerning discovery is made at Diosa.

[series cw]: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: still no smut yet.. but it's coming, i promise! this however is my favourite part because soft jax makes me feel a type of way. let me know if you want to be tagged in part three :)

You woke up to the feeling of strong hands wrapping around your waist, goose bumps forming at the feel of his cold rings pressing against your skin. You turned to find Jax curled up next to you, still dressed in his jeans and kutte, too preoccupied with getting into bed with you to change. An audible sigh of relief escaped your lips as you came to realise he was home. “You’re here.”

You melted into the feeling of him beside you, like you could finally breathe again. His safe arms cloaked your body as he wove himself between the sheets and your skin. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” He still made your heart race even after all the years you’d been together, it always felt like that first time you saw him when he came home to you.

He pulled you in tighter, pressing your back snug against his chest, and you closed your eyes as you revealed in the warmth.

“We decided it would be easier to let Chibs and Juice handle the rest, too much heat for all of us to be involved. I couldn’t wait any longer to see you. I rode back as soon as I could.”

He leaned over and found your lips, crushing his mouth to yours with urgency. His hand cupped at your chin as he drew your face higher into his, stroking your jaw with his thumb as his tongue encased yours. You never wanted it to end.

“You sure you’re okay?” You didn’t want details, but it concerned you that whatever had happened on the run, he felt like he needed to get out of there. Despite how relieved you were he was home safe, you knew it wasn’t like Jax to bail from club business, no matter how much heat there was.

“I am now.” He laid back on his side as he was engulfing himself around you again, kissing your ear as he stated softly, “Not like you to drink on the job.” He must’ve smelt the lingering alcohol on your breath. He never did miss a thing.

You had already made the decision to not bother Jax with the events of last night. It was well known that you had to handle drunk clients at Diosa, and it didn’t feel like it was fair to bother Jax with it when he had so much else going on.

“The girls wanted to take a few shots before I left.” You had tried your best to sound nonchalant, hoping he wouldn’t sense your anxiety. He found your face again and kissed you once more, reassured by your response.

You broke from the intoxication of his lips long enough to look over at the clock on your bedside.

“What time is it?” With your hazy eyes, you could just make out the bright red numbers.

“Shit Jax, I really have to sleep before I get back to Diosa.”

“Don’t work, stay here with me.”

Jax pulled you into him, shifting your body so you were facing him in bed. He continued to kiss you, his hands intertwining with your clothes as he attempted to pull your shirt off, struggling with the task due to the dead weight of your half asleep body. He gave up the fight and wrapped one hand through your hair, while the other felt every inch of you. “I missed my girl too much.” He trailed his fingers along your side under the fabric, caressing the skin leading to your breasts. It was so hard to say no to him.

“If only I wasn’t Vice President of Diosa”, you groaned.

He slowed his kisses down, a smile cracking from his lips he planted small pecks along your jawline. He laid his forehead against you, and met his nose to yours as he nuzzled the tip gently. “Get some sleep, VP. I’m gonna work on the bike in the garage.” Jax kissed your cheek once more and shuffled out of bed, letting you drift back to sleep peacefully.

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You arrived at Diosa the next day, still slightly hungover from the one too many impromptu shots. As you walked into your office, one of the girls greeted you and handed over the mail. You set the stack of envelopes on your desk, and logged into your laptop, checking your email and upcoming calendar.

You heard a knock, and looked up to see Nero was standing in the doorframe. “How you feeling?”

“Like I could use some coffee.”

“You sure you’re okay? Last night was tough. That guy was a total prick.”

“I’m fine, Nero, honestly. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“You tell Jax?”

You loved Nero, but his pestering about the situation was grating on you. You just wanted to forget it.

“No need, they won’t be back.”

Nero nodded and smiled warily as he left down the hall, “I’ll get Mandy to bring you that coffee.”

“Thanks boss.”

You slumped back in your chair, sighing. For some reason that guy really had left a churning feeling in your stomach. The guilt was eating at you for keeping it from Jax and lying to reassure Nero that you were fine, despite the fact you felt it was almost an overreaction to feel how you were now. The President had disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, and you never had to see him again. He was just some random creep, but that darkness in his eyes kept haunting your memory.

You tried to distract yourself with work, digging into your email and spreadsheets. Mandy brought your coffee in, asking if you were alright.

“Not you too. It isn’t the first time a client’s been a dick. I’m good. Thanks for the coffee”, you added with a reassuring smile.

“Alright alright, just checking. Can we go through the bar stock today? We’re looking pretty light.”

“Yeah, just give me a few minutes and I’ll be with you.”

She nodded and started to head out before noticing the pile of mail on your desk. “Do you need any help with that? You got a hefty stack there to get through.”

You glanced at the piling envelopes again, realising you hadn’t even attempted to look at them yet. “Sure, let’s do that before we start the bar.”

Mandy started shredding through the pile with your letter opener, as you filed away the invoices and booking confirmations. She was chatting away with you about the new guy she was seeing, and how he was planning a romantic getaway weekend for the two of them in Nevada. That was something you and Jax didn’t really get to do. Despite how happy you were for her, you couldn’t help but feel envious at the idea of her seemingly “normal” dating life.

You looked up at Mandy as she had gone quiet. She was suddenly no longer gushing about her boyfriend, holding a tan envelope up closer to her as she seemed to be reading it intently.

“Weird. This one doesn’t look like it’s for us.”

She handed it to you. You didn’t recognise the forwarding address, but your blood ran cold as you read the first two lines.

‘M L GALINDO, VAGOS CLUBHOUSE’.

The letter fell through your fingers, your coffee crashed to the floor as you tried to catch it, and the contents spilled across the cream carpet. “Shit!” Mandy yelled as she shot up from her seat, rushing to get some paper towels. You scrambled to the floor, picking up the empty cup and envelope, now covered in coffee. You ignored the liquid, prying open the side of the letter without ripping the entire thing. It was an electric bill, dated from two months ago.

Mandy rushed in with the paper towels, dropping to her knees to soak up the remnants from the floor. She tossed her head back in frustration as she realised with scrubbing that the stain wasn’t budging. “This is never coming out.” Her attention turned to your eyes, which were still starring at the envelope, “are you alright? What is it?”

You tried to play off your confusion with a shrug, “just me being a klutz again. The letter must’ve been sent to the wrong address.”

Mandy had never known you to be a klutz. She looked at you with prying eyes, “isn’t that the name of those guys who were here last night?” She leaned over to look at the letter again in your hands, “‘Vagos’?”

You put the wet letter in your desk and locked the drawer.

“I’m sure they accidentally dropped it while they were here. I’ll take it to the mailbox and let them redirect it.”

You played it off as best you could, considering it was hardly a believable story. As if a group of gang members would just happen to drop an electric bill behind at a escort hub. It was a hard sell, though you truthfully didn’t have any explanation for it either.

Mandy stood up from the floor, holding the now soiled paper towel soaked in cold coffee. You’d never seen her look at you so seriously before, her brows furrowed as she scanned your face for the truth. “Are those guys bothering you? Do we need to get The Club?”

“Its just some random coincidence. Nothing that we need to bother The Club with.” You headed for the door, trying to change the subject. “Let’s go check out that stock.”

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part three

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reblovesdoom · 7 years

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YOU LIKE SONS OF ANARCHY! How do you see each of the guys? Who's your favorite?

SPOILER ALERT

Jackson

For me, Jax is like a big brother. I had my doubts when he did that to Wendy (cause I’m all about her) and I freaked out with the Tig and Juice thing but omg I was such a cry baby FOR REAL when I saw the end of the show. I understand it had to have an end, but I wish everyone could forgot about his mistakes, and we were all living happily ever after in Norco.

Juice

Motherfucking Juan Carlos. I love him. He deserved better, but not only about his death, but about his whole decay during the seasons. All I wanted to do was hug him and tell him everything was going to be ok.

Happy

How can I describe Happy? He is so loyal and passionate and all about the brotherhood. The way he likes to be there to protect Jax and the guys… He would be my choice for an ol’ man. I really really like him like a lot *hides smut fanfic*

Opie

I’m sorry but i don’t really like Opie. Never did. I mean, he was such a friend for Jax and the club, and the way he sacrificed himself for them in prison, was breathtaking but… I don’t know, I just didn’t really get along with him.

Tig

He is so great I have no words. I cried during those things he said to Venus. I cried when he witnessed his daughter death. I cried when I thought Jax was going to gave him to Pope. He saved that dog, he killed that rapist, he is definitely a pure heart.

Chibs

He’s the type of person I’d call if I had a problem. He feels so understanding and caring and loving. ADOPT ME PLEASE.

Bobby

Bobby was loyal, wise, and a true Son. He deserved everything.

Kozik

I’m not really sure if he really was in the club or I just dreamed about it. Such a lost. I really liked him.

Half-Sack

He died in an act of bravery, he deserved the patch, and a happy life along Rita.

Piney

He tried to do the right thing, but fucking Clay ruined everything. Rest in peace old man.

Other characters

Gemma

MOM. She is a badass and a queen. She takes shit from no one. Went a little too far at the end, but I kinda understand she was rage blind due to the idea of losing his only son left because of a rat (that wasn’t a rat at the end). Best thing that happened to her was to meet Nero, that man is… Well, I’ll talk about him now.

Nero

Ay Nero. This man is pure gold. He helped Gemma and the club with everything he got. He didn’t run away even when everything was shit. I feel like he is so underestimated. NERO PADILLA DESERVES THE WORLD.

Lyla

She’s all about love. She went through a lot of shit. Before and after the club season. And she made it. So proud of you Lyla, you are an angel.

Wendy

You were a bitch at the beginning but GIRL I support you. She learned from her mistakes and ended up doing the right thing. She handled all her shit and came back as a queen.

Tara

I truly can’t stand her. We get it hun, your boyfriend is a “bad guy” but that doesn’t give you the right to go fucking gangster on Margaret. ALSO, you can’t deny you came back to Charming hoping Jax could take care of your stalker problem. Yes, you helped the club with some medical issues but that betrayal was big. Okay, you wanted the best for your kids (sorry, your kid and a half) but… It doesn’t fit you doing it in that way. And, as Jax told you once, HE DIDN’T FORCE YOU TO TAKE THIS LIFE, you were the one who chose to come back.

Wayne

Wayne was so cool at the beginning and during the whole show, he was a great support for Gemma, helping the club and all, but I don’t know what happened to him during the last season, going all Inspector Gadget. Even if at the end he still stayed there for Gemma, Jax wasn’t having it.

Chucky

“You are my best friend Gem” kill me now please. CHUCKY HOW CAN YOU BE THIS ADORABLE. Another underestimated character. In my opinion, they could have changed him for Wayne. Talking about appearances and importance during the show. Chucky, you are great and you should accept that.

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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"Everybody got a breakin' point kid" with Creeper or Nero, please! 💕

References to The Cam Girl

When Nero steps into the room you use at Diosa for camming he doesn’t expect to see you crying. Your seated on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in that midnight blue silk robe and fuck me heels with tears running down your cheeks. He closes the door quietly behind him. You look up as you hear the click, your fingertips brushing away the salt on your cheeks.

“Sorry.” You say softly.

He shakes his head as he steps towards you.

“You have nothing to apologise for.” He tells you as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “Why don’t you tell me what’s got you all twisted up inside?”

You inhale deeply before glancing over your shoulder at the fabric bundled up in the centre of the bed. A pair of plain white panties, he sees the staining on them, and he knows, he just fucking knows.

“I found them sitting here when I came out of the bathroom.” You say tilting your head towards the en-suite. You swallow hard against the ache in your chest because right now you’re spiralling, you can feel your control slipping and you’re back in that place, that dark fucking space from the first time this happened. “I always keep a spare pair for after my shows, you know something comfortable.”

“Yea.” He says, his voice coming out in a low rasp. “I know.”

“He’s found me. He’s been there in this room…” There’s an edge of hysteria to your voice and it wounds him because he told you that you were safe, that he’d take care of you. Then this animal, he’s gotten into this room, he’s touched your things, soiled them. A way of exerting his control over you, of reminding you exactly who you belonged to. “Nero, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about this.”

“We’ll figure it out Mami.” He promises you, his gaze fixated on the ruined material. “I swear to God, we’ll figure something out.”

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months

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The Cam Girl: Nero Padilla x Reader

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Nero knows you as the Cam Girl, the one that’s been sending Cara Cara’s web traffic through the roof. He doesn’t know what you get up to during your sessions, he’s never seen your work. He likes the feel of a real woman as opposed to porn, even if it’s fleeting there’s an intimacy during sex, a connection between two people. You can’t get that through a screen.

You’re one of the girls that don’t come over to Diosa when it’s offered up as a side-line to Cara Cara. Most of the other women do, but you, you stick with the cam. That intrigues him, he wonders what it is about cam work you prefer to the more lucrative stuff. When he asks around, he discovers you don’t get involved with the actual porn side of things, there’s no videos of you being fucked or fucking anyone else, there’s just that live stream going out 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. He thinks the exclusivity of that may be the key to your success, if anyone wants to see you undress, they have to pay a premium.

When you step into Diosa he almost doesn’t recognise you because whenever he’s seen you in Cara Cara, it’s been in a silk robe, with a full face of makeup. Cosmetics that he knows you don’t need because you’re stunning without it. Your entire look is completely understated, you’re wearing jeans with a black t shirt and a cobalt blue blazer that hugs you in all the right places. There’s a few sprinkles of silver jewel, studs in your ear, a couple of stacker rings but nothing overt. It’s a refreshing change from what he usually sees from the women who work and play here.

“Business or pleasure.” He asks when you walk in, his lips gracing both of your cheeks. You smile at him, and he swears to God he feels his heart stutter as you say.

“Why can’t it be both?”

It’s on the couch in his office that you describe the situation. You want to switch things up a little, attract more affluent clients, ones that are willing to spend a little more for specialised content. To do that you need a higher class of premises, all of the streaming still goes through Cara Cara’s servers, so they get the traffic, you just need a room. You think a change of routine would be good for your current subscribers and good for you.

It's that phrase his brain sticks on ‘change of routine’. It sounds odd coming from your mouth; he’s heard it before a thousand times, and it all leads back to one thing.

“Do I need to worry about you?” He asks you quietly as you sip from a cup of the finest brewed Havana beans that you’ve ever tasted. You shake your head before setting the mug back down upon the table.

“It won’t effect your business.” You reassure him with a firm tone. “And I come with my own equipment.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” He says, before gesturing between the two of you. “This thing it only works if there’s trust and I know there’s something that you’re not telling me.”

It’s subtle, the tightening of your jaw but Nero sees it. He’s a savant at body language, picking up the smallest cues, he knows when someone’s hiding shit.

“One of my ‘fans’…” You use your fingers for the bunny ears. “… has been leaving gifts for me at Cara Cara.”

His eyebrows furrow into a frown as he puzzles over this information. It’s an intrusion, he knows the lines blur sometimes when it comes to selling sex. They’ve had it a few times with regulars here at Diosa, a guy that gets a little too attached or falls headlong into the girlfriend experience. It doesn’t take much to get them to back off.

“When you say gifts…” he ventures.

You stare down into the depths of your coffee cup and he sees your cheeks colour just a little.

“It started with roses being delivered to the studio and then it got more intimate.” You tell him, your thumb tapping against the ceramic. “He jerked off onto a pair of panties and left them in my car.”

In your fucking car…

Nero can’t comprehend that. He blows a breath out though his mouth and settles back into his seat. To do something like that, to find out where you were, which car was yours, to break in and leave ‘a gift’ like that, it shows a level of dedication that’s steers into obsession.

“How do you know it’s the same guy?” He asks you, placing both his hands on the back of his head as he considers this situation.

“He leaves a note.” You inform him before rolling your eyes. “Always signs off with ‘Casanova’.”

“How fucking original.” Nero remarks. “And you have no idea who he is?”

“I booted anyone I thought it was out of the chat, he shouldn’t have had access to me.” You tell him, running your hands through your hair, he reads it for what it is, a sign of agitation. Despite the fact you don’t say it, he thinks this shit must be scaring the hell out of you. “The thing is I’m careful. I don’t discuss the details of my personal life; I never name places I’ve been or anything like that. It’s not like I get recognised either. It’s not even a factor for the police, due to the nature of my profession hence why I’m here. Cara Cara have oked the move if you’re happy with the arrangement.”

“Alright.” He says, his fingertips stroking over his beard. “I’ll give you a tour of the place and if there’s a room that you think suits your needs then you can have it but there are conditions...”

“Name them.” You say leaning towards him.

“You have someone walk you to your car every night, it doesn’t matter if it’s me, one of the other girls, or a Son. Someone makes sure you get in that car safely.” He states before continuing. “And if anything happens, and I mean anything, you bring it to me. I need you to promise me on that.”

A small smile graces your features, and he wonders if you know that somehow you light up a room.

“Anybody would think you’re worried about me.” You tease him. The left side of his mouth hitches up into a smile, before his hand comes to rest on yours. It’s comforting, his thumb soothes over the hollow of your wrist and you feel the tension beginning to ebb out of your shoulders the longer you linger in his presence.

“Protecting an asset.” He says with an lilt of humour. “And you still didn’t make that promise.”

“Ok.” You say clasping his hand tightly. “I promise.”

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months

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Shibari: Nero Padilla x Reader (NSFW)

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I did so much research for this fic which is why it has taken so long. A massive thanks to @the-hinky-panda who has read multiple versions of this fic and listened to my character insights.

You’ve been working with Diosa for a couple of months when you approach Nero for a favour. He’s seated on the couch in his apartment, surveying the latest set of procurement requests when you rap your knuckles on the door and peek your head around it.

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You tell him when he gestures for you to enter the room with a smile that tells you he’s more than happy to see you.

His gaze lowers to the non-descript shopping bag in your hand and he wonders if you’ve been doing a little procurement of your own. He doesn’t know what you use in your shows, he just knows he gets a good cut of it each and every month so whatever you’re doing it’s lucrative. He’s caught a flash of you in between sets, that midnight blue silk robe with a hint of lingerie underneath. From what he’s seen you play to your assets because those breasts in wine coloured lace… It’s unprofessional to think about it.

“Inventory.” He explains, setting the paperwork down on the surface of the coffee table. You sit down alongside side of him, your floral scent flooding his nostrils. It’s subtle and inviting, it makes him want to bury his face into the curve of your throat as he drinks you in.

“That is a lot of lube.” You tell him, raising your eyebrows as your eyes skim over the inventory list.

“We run eight rooms excluding yours, seven days a week.” He informs you, as he picks up his pen. “If you want, I could add you to the procurement list, we get a good discount.”

You shake your head, your hand coming to rest upon his. Your thumb ghosts over the hollow of his wrist and it feels intimate. That’s the problem with you, everything feels intimate. From the light graze of your fingertips to the sultry sound of your voice.

Nero knows he’s falling; he’s known for a few weeks.

He knows he seeks out your company, that he lives for those small breaks in between your shows where the two of you share a coffee and laugh about something ridiculous a client has requested. There’s a warmth in you that filters into his psyche, it feels like sunshine caressing his skin. He’s never felt anything quite like it and it resonates with something deep down inside of him.

“I use a different brand.” You tell him, disrupting Nero from his thoughts. “My skin’s a little sensitive so I need something a bit gentler.”

“Noted.” He says setting down his pen. “What do you need Mami?”

“I have a favour to ask you.” You tell him, withdrawing your phone from your purse, your fingertip scrolling over the screen. It takes you a second to find what you’re looking for, before you hand the phone over to him. He frowns for a second as he studies the request made through your website.

“Shibari is becoming more popular these days.” He remarks with the shrug of his shoulders as he returns your phone. “And for that price, he could tie me up anyway he wants me.”

You laugh and it’s a rich, lively noise that he finds absolutely captivating. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life just listening to that sound.

“My question is will you help me?”

He should have seen it coming. He doesn’t know why he didn’t

“I’m not a boy scout.” He says frankly. Health and Safety is a huge concern in the sex industry and something as specific as this has it’s own caveats, there’s additional shit to think about. He tries to go over what he knows about Shibari, the risk factors he has to look out for. Nerve compression is always an issue when you work with bondage, he makes sure his girls knows what their doing with ropes and ties, the last thing he wants is to get sued by one of his johns. He thinks he has that covered because he also undertook the training from a domantrix in San Bernardino.

“We’d have to practice.” He tells you, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck as he speaks. “I don’t want to do anything that hurts you or causes any damage. If we do do it, it needs to be safely with open communication and EMT scissors nearby just in case.”

“This is why I’m asking you to do it.” You inform him softly. “You’re the only one I trust when it comes to something like that.”

It feels like a confession. There’s vulnerability to what you’re asking him to do, you’ll be at his mercy after he’s bound you and he knows you don’t take that lightly. It’s an exchange of power even if he isn’t actually participating in the act.

“O.K.” He agrees, clasping his hands together. “When do want to start?”

You tip out the contents of the shopping bag onto the coffee table. A jumble of items tumble out, two lengths of high quality silk rope, EMT scissors, that specialist brand of lube you must have been talking about earlier…

“I have everything we need right here.”

***

It takes hours of practice. Nero uses Youtube to learn the knots as you research the intricacies of the act, the risk factors, the shit you need to look out for so that there’s no temporary or permanent damage caused. It isn’t until Nero has successfully trussed up his pillow for the eighteenth time in a row that he deems himself ready to try it out on the real thing.

He’s careful as he restrains you. You start with your clothes on at first, testing out the restriction of the rope before you eventually strip down to your underwear. A black sports bra and matching black panties. You want to test how it makes you feel, the relentlessness of the binds on your skin, you want to see if it’s something to endure or something you may enjoy.

When Nero steps back to survey his handiwork, he knows he’s done a good job. You look pretty as picture, seated in the centre of his bed, bound. The rope curls around each one of your thighs, securing your calves to them, your legs splayed open. Your wrists are cinched behind your back with a double column knot, thrusting your breasts forward and keeping you locked in place. There’s no way that you can move in this position, it’s completely submissive.

“How does it feel?” He asks you curiously, his hand coming to rest on the EMT scissors, just in case you need a quick release.

“Like I’m at your mercy.” You tell him, telling the strength of the restraints. Every movement is hindered by the restriction of the rope, your client knew exactly what he was doing when he selected this position.

“That’s what he wants.” Nero says with an understanding he isn’t sure he likes, because he knows there’s another step to the request, one that you won’t be practicing with him. “The beautiful girl bound up, under his complete control, no say in her pleasure.”

It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, not because of the fantasy itself but because of the way it was phrased, the words he used.

Control – not submission.

It isn’t about a distribution of power; it’s about owning you.

Nero’s surprised he didn’t ask for a fucking collar.

“Do you know why I cam?” You ask him as kneels on the bed behind you and begins to undo the ropes that bind your wrists. “Why I don’t do porn or escort?”

“I’ve wondered.” He admits as he tugs gently at the binds, unthreading them.

He knows you would make fucking bank in the niche areas, especially if you were doing shit like this.

“The distance,” You tell him, flexing your wrists as the rope falls away, there are no markings in your skin, just the imprint of the rope pattern upon your forearms. “I like the distance. I like knowing that I’m in control, that I am doing what I want to do. They may pay me, but they don’t own me. It’s one of the reasons I don’t come for them, not really. They don’t get to have that.”

You’re not the only one that fakes it. Most of his girls do too. It’s the nature of the job. He thinks the reality of a woman actually enjoying themselves is too much for some men. He thinks it’s too much for the asshole that sent this request in.

“I think that’s a healthy view to have.” He agrees as he unties the binding on your thighs. His gaze slips up to your face because he wants you to see the honesty in his expression when he tells you. “Pleasure should be given, not taken.”

Something passes between the who of you, it feels like a current underneath the surface of his skin.

“Think you can do this for real later on?” You ask him, breaking the spell. His looks at the silken rope in his hands, feeling the weight of it across his palms.

“Yea.” He tells you. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

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The underwear that was sent to you via you PO box is a bra and panties selection in cornflower blue silk. It’s a specification of the scene that you wear it. Everything about the video has been dictated to you, even the type of toy you should use. The only thing the viewer has no control over is the length of time. Five minutes is what you tell everyone. If they want you to make a video, it’s five minutes long and after that the price hikes astronomically. With Shibari the timing is even more crucial.

When you strip off the dusky pink robe Nero can’t help but think you look like a vision. He understands how easy it is for a man to want you, to need to claim you for himself. It’s not just your beauty, it’s something that simmers just underneath the surface. He knows that you’re emotionally intelligent, you wouldn’t have gotten this far without it but at the core of your being, you know who you are and you’re unapologetic about it. He thinks this is why your subscribers fall in love with you, he thinks that’s why he’s fallen in love with you.

He treats the scene the way he would with any of his girls, with a cool professionalism because after all this isn’t you and him exploring a new kink together in bed, this is work. He doesn’t need to remind himself of that, not when there’s a camera set up over his shoulder attached to a laptop.

He starts the same way he did last time, with your thighs. His palms are gentle as loops the rope around your calf, pulling it taut. His fingers trace along the indentation of the silken bind, testing the security of the bind before he moves onto your other leg.

“OK?” He asks you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“Perfect.” You tell him, your lips accentuating the syllables before you gesture to the purple vibrator with the remote lying on the sheets next to you. “I just need to…”

“Oh yea, of course.” He turns his back, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyes to the ceiling. He hears the rustle of silk, and he tries to think of anything else other than you lubing up that dildo before you slip it inside you, the base flush against those panties when you slip them back on.

“Done.” You tell him and he turns back around to see you holding out the remote to him. “Well, someone has to turn it on, and I can’t do it if my hands are tied.”

Fuck, you are going to wreck him with this shit, he just knows it. If he ever doubted how much trust you have him, it’s eradicated the moment you put that tiny device into his hand. You are literally giving him control of your pleasure.

“Yea.” He says, his voice a little rough. “Of course.”

You put your hands behind your back dutifully and he kneels behind you on the bed before he wraps the rope around your wrists and begins to tie a double column. He’s well practised by now, oddly he enjoys the thoroughness of the task, the fact he has to concentrate on what he’s doing so his attention doesn’t wander to thoughts such as how did you get that scar just under the hinge of your jaw? Or how graceful the slope of your shoulders look in this position. When he’s finished he studies his handiwork, the binding is neat and precise, cinching your wrists just above your silk clad ass of yours. He’s starting to get good at this he realises.

“Remember.” He says as he climbs off the bed and comes to stand in front of you, making a snipping motion with his fingers. “You just say the word and I am there with the scissors.”

“The next thing you’re going to tell me is that we need a safe word.” You remark as you tug at your restraints, testing them.

“That’s not a bad idea.” He considers, his palm rubbing over his jawline. “Pick one.”

You’re silent for a moment, he sees something flicker across your features, something he doesn’t understand before you say softly “Roses.”

“O.K.” He agrees. “We’ll use roses. Now are you sure about this?”

He holds up the remote once more. You give him a look and he throws up his hands with a good natured smile.

“I’ve never been part of a cam show before!”

You smile back and he senses what ever happened just a minute ago has passed.

“Now you can cross it off you’re bucket list.”

He rolls his eyes before hovering alongside the camera, adjusting the angle just slightly so that you are entirely in focus. This is how you’ll look to your client, erotically exposed. Legs bound open so that he can see that sliver of silk, Nero thinks you must have smeared lube across the material already because he can see that moistness already clinging to the silk. Your breasts are thrust forward, your cleavage almost spilling out of the push up bra. It’s tantalising, he thinks, this image alone would make your subscribership increase tenfold.

“Ready?” He asks, his finger hovering over the button.

You nod and he presses the record button before retreating to the seat you’ve set up for him in the corner, the remote in one hand and the EMT scissors in the other. He holds up the remote to indicate he’s about to start the vibrator before he hits the rubber button once.

The moment he does the whole scene comes to life.

Its sensual, the way you move. You tug at the restrains as your hips push downwards, like you’re trying to fuck the thing inside of you even harder. He sees how people can get off on this, there’s a neediness in the act, a desperation in the way you choreograph your movements. You’re good at putting on a show, he understands why people pay you so much money. Fuck if this was private thing between the two of you, he would have gotten off already. That damp patch between your legs grows, the fabric soaking, and he feels himself beginning to stir. It’s a normal response to what he’s seeing, he knows that but he still crosses one leg over the other in an attempt to hide it. His eyes stray to the clock you’ve set on the end table alongside of him. Not long to go now.

There’s a flush creeping across your cheeks, it stains your skin with an apricot hue. Your movements become more erratic, muscles straining against the bindings as you whimper. Your head tips back as you arch, hips thrusting down as if you’re truly desperate for cock. It’s like you can’t control yourself. The pitch of your cries builds. The scent of your arousal is in the air, he can taste it on his tongue as your eyes meet his. He sees the heat there, the desire, the sheer desperation to get fucked and he realises you can’t actually control yourself. His thumb fumbles with the button but it’s too late. That brief moment of intimacy between the two of you sends you hurtling over the edge.

It’s beautiful, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You ruined amongst those sheets, eyes closed, chest straining. You whine in the aftermath, the vibrations drawing out your ecstasy before he shuts the damn thing off. He’s already on his feet, stopping the recording before he’s kneeling on the bed by your side.

“I’m going to untie you.” He says softly, waiting for your nod before he reaches out to touch you.

You tilt your face away from him as he undoes the knots as quickly as he can. You’re uncharacteristically silent and Nero wonders if he has just taken something from you. He remembers the conversation you had regarding your own pleasure, about owning it and he curses himself for not seeing the signs earlier.

He backs off once you’ve been released from the bindings, he steps away from the bed to retrieve your robe whilst you remove the vibrator. He waits for you to wrap it around yourself before he asks.

“Do you need space?”

He isn’t sure of the protocol for this, and he feels unequipped to deal with it. He decides he’s going to take your lead because in the aftermath of something like that it’s about fulfilling your needs.

“I didn’t expect to come.” You tell him, running your hands through your hair. “I was nowhere near close and then I looked at you and…”

“Oh.” He says before he sits down on the edge of the bed.

It puts the two of you on a level playing field. There’s no power dynamics here, just honesty.

“Having you in the room, it excited me. I didn’t realise…” You trail off because honestly you don’t need to say it.

There’s a chemistry between the two of you, one that extends beyond the realms of physicality. You know he feels it, it’s in the way he looks at you, the way he smiles. You think the both of you could have something great together but at the end of the day you’re a cam girl, who ‘gets off’ on camera for money. There’s not a lot of people who can handle that shit.

“It excited me too. You’re an attractive woman and this...” He says as his fingertips trail across the silken rope. “…may have tapped into something that even I wasn’t aware of.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like your women tied up and helpless?” You ask him with a teasing lilt and he sees those walls of yours have gone back up, that the moment of vulnerability you have just exhibited has passed. He concedes to it. You need to process what just happened.

“Only when there’s a safe word involved.” He responds light heartedly before he raises to his feet. “I’m gonna give you some time, when you’re ready come find me and I’ll drop you off home.”

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