Make me Yours

Copyright

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. If you see any resemblance they are unintentional.

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San 2045

2020

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"Good morning" His gruff voice made her thighs clench.

She lived for his early morning voice, the way it lazily drawled and sensuous, vibrating around the room. The dark, warm honeyed baritone surrounded her like a vice grip, almost making her crave for it again and again. Rachel couldn't help but think about hearing that voice above her as he pushed her in the bed, towering over her and whispering dirty things in her ear. A shiver crawled down her spine.

Rachel looked up, bouncing on the balls of her feet awkwardly, "Morning sir. Is there anything that you need?"

Her eyes raked over his body. He was dressed in an Emporio black Armani, tight around his muscular body. He had a black lion stud ring on his long index finger, gliding effortlessly across the report. A thick, expensive watch sat on his wrist, shining in the light filtered through the window. His hair was slicked back, a single strand falling on his forehead. She felt jealous of that strand for kissing his glistening forehead.

"Yes. If you are not busy, you can get me a coffee. My usual." Matt instructed with a warm smile on his face. It was so infectious that she immediately smiled back. His parents surely did a great job naming him Matt, meaning "gift of God".

Rachel stared at the curve of his lips and dimples digging into the side of his cheeks, the hollow shape almost making her want to take a lick. She averted her eyes instead stared at the painting on the wall behind him.

"Is that all?"

"Yes"

"I'll be right back!"

She bolted out of the office as soon as she can. Rachel fanned her face, leaning against the wall and trying not to burst out in tears. Why was Matt the perfect specimen of a man? Sometimes she wants to be shameless and admit all her darkest fantasies to his face. That would get her fired though, and it's the only reason she's holding back.

Taking a deep breath, she focused on making the cup of coffee for her boss. Non-fat milk, one sugar. Just like the way she has been preparing for two years. Seven hundred days and she still cannot get over her ridiculous crush. It was pathetic. But no one has to know that except for her fans.

"Here's your coffee, sir," She handed him the mug.

"Perfect. Thanks, Rach."

She swooned at that trying not to melt into a puddle He only used that nickname when he's in a good mood. Rachel felt a little special knowing that she's the only one who got a nickname from him.

Matt hummed, taking a sip before putting it down on his desk.

"You're welcome. Anything else, Sir?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at him flirtatiously. As if he would even notice! Rachel has been trying for months, and nothing worked. Maybe she should just give up.

Matt would never go for someone like her. Her brunette hair was long, always tied up to appear professional and she wore cheap suits to save money. Her salary went to her mother's medicine and younger brothers education. She was pale but fortunately had full wide lips and no gag reflex, which is why she's a hit among the audience on the website.

"Umm...Why don't you take a seat and look pretty while I get this project done, yeah?" Matt arched his brow. Typical Monday. She slumped back on her seat and leaned back with a sigh. It was going to be a long day.

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Dickinson: you look sexy today, baby girl

That's the first message she saw pop up on her screen. It was time for her another job.

Rachel tried not to roll her eyes at the screenname with a hotdog picture. It was so common now she didn't bother to care. But also it was rude to ignore because they are the ones paying her.

makemeyours: Thanks ;)

Rachel added the winky emojis just in case. With a sigh, she scrolled through the comments while nibbling on her knuckles. The viewer count grew larger. She was getting nervous, which she thought was kind of ridiculous considering she had done this many times before.

Pussycat69: Take off your silky nightie sweetie

makemeyours: let's wait a minute, yeah?

Rachel ran a hand through her messy hair. They always get dirty because of holding them in a bun for half of her day. As the views kept increasing, she cleared her throat, her hands clammy.

"I hope you are all having a good day. I did have a good day today even though it's a Monday!"

There were few laughing emojis and 'Lols' on the screen which she scrolled. She was sometimes glad that her viewers were patient. Just then her eyes fell on another request.

domtop: darling want to see you sucking an ice lolly

makemeyours: Sorry I don't have any left in the freezer. Don't worry I will do it tomorrow. I'm sorry.

Rachel pouted at the camera, her cheeks puffed. Phallic shaped objects were always highly requested to be sucked on. It was her fault for not having them enough in stock.

domtop: you are forgiven, darling. It's alright.

hardrockcock: don't apologise pretty

She blew a kiss at the screen, barely suppressing the need to roll her eyes. The utter cheesiness of the men annoyed her a lot than she can admit. She loves being called pretty names, but sometimes they go overboard, who talks like that?

Forcing a flirtatious smile, she slowly sat up farther until she was on her knees. Rachel adjusted the laptop until her whole body was within the shot, before spreading her thighs slightly and leaning back on her hands.

She let her tongue trace along her bottom lip before biting down, her tiny hand moving up to her chest. Years of practice made it easy for her to know which enticed the audience the most. Her fingers skimmed down until she reached the edge of her peach satin negligee.

With a sly smile, she pulled off the material and discarded it on the bed, revealing her bare torso. It managed to give a clear view of the tight pink lace panties.

Rachel glanced at the screen, seeing the comments flow in, and grinned cheekily before turning around on to her hands and knees. She arched her back, giving a clear view of her asscheeks while looking over her shoulder. The tight material of her panties stretched across her skin and gave it a delicious bounce.

After a few seconds, she turned back, sitting on her back and parting her thighs. Her finger finally reached the inner thigh, lazily curling her fingers around the panties before sliding them off in one go. A breath slipped her mouth. She pressed back on her hand, moving it over to rub at her clit before teasingly flicking it. She giggled just loudly enough for her audience to hear.

She played with herself for a bit, teasing the people behind the screen and making them spam the comment section with filthy words that would make anyone blush.

Rachel was panting slightly when she rolled over on to her back, her legs spread obscenely and eyes hooded. She brought three fingers to her lips, winking as she was reminded of the comment from one of them to suck on a lolly. Her fingers came

close to that. She knew she couldn't tease forever, so she brought her hand between her thighs and pressed the first finger in.

With mouth parted and nose crinkled, she tried hard to focus on the little camera.

On-screen, Rachel let out a loud moan, playing up pleasure as she began to thrust a single digit in and out of her wet hole, tucking in a second one soon after. She started panting and could feel sweat gathering on her brow, threatening to slide down the side of her cheek.

Her breath hitched as she pushed another finger in, her naked torso writhing in pleasure. She could feel her abdomen clench, toes curling at the intense desire coiling in her belly.

Rachel bit hard on her bottom lip, hips beginning to buck but she held back. Her fans loved that.

"My boss was wearing a black Armani today, and he looked so hot. He's always smoking hot," She gasped, clenching her eyes shut.

"God! He also had this huge ring on his finger, and all I could think of was sitting on his cock. I want him to bend me over his desk and spank me, fuck me hard until I come over his paperwork. Sir, please fuck me" Rachel ran a hand over her chest and pinching one of her nipples, throwing her head back. The thought made her cheeks red.

"I wish he would do it already. But till then I can pretend these are his fingers" She cried and with a high pitched squeal came all over her fingers.

One day. She thought, biding goodbye to her fans and turning off the camera.

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