Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Durnik stared at the screen like a man split in half.

This was the most he had ever seen of Gracie. Not a carefully cropped teasing clip. Not a half-turned mirror photo. She was right there in front of the camera, breasts bare except for the black taped X over each nipple, red lingerie peeled down, soft Latina curves pushed forward under the hotel light. His eyes kept dropping no matter how hard he tried to hold onto the anger.

His body and mind were already fighting each other.

His body wanted her to go further.

His mind kept warning him that this was another trap dressed up as obedience.

"You think this fixes anything?" he still forced out, voice rough. "You think showing your fucking tits makes me forget what you did?"

Even as he said it, he didn’t look away.

Gracie noticed.

That tiny crack was all she needed.

She shifted closer to the camera, still cupping her breasts, pressing them together slowly so the soft flesh spilled around her fingers and around the black tape. Her thumbs stroked near the taped nipples in lazy circles while she watched his face with practiced sweetness.

"I know, papi," she murmured. "You’re angry. You should be angry. I was bad. I embarrassed you. I deserve for you to still be mean to me."

Then she reached to the side of the bed.

Durnik’s eyes sharpened the second he saw what she brought into frame.

A thick dildo.

Gracie held it up between her fingers first, letting him see the size of it, before bringing it to her mouth. She licked the tip slowly, tongue dragging over the head, then took more of it past her lips and wet it with spit. A thin string of saliva clung to the toy when she pulled it free again.

"I miss you," she said softly around the act, voice sticky and coaxing. "I keep thinking about my mistake. About how stupid I was. I want us to meet, papi. For real. I don’t want to keep running my mouth from far away."

She licked down the side of the dildo again, coating it until the surface shone with spit, then lowered it between her breasts and rubbed it slowly against the soft inner curves while still speaking.

"I’ve been thinking about you," she continued. "About how much money you spent on me. About how patient you were. About how I kept giving you only talk and little videos when what you really wanted was me."

Her other hand slid downward.

She opened her thighs just enough for the camera to catch the movement, pushed the thin red thong aside, and touched her pussy with two fingers. She was already wet enough for the motion to look glossy under the light. She rubbed herself slowly, deliberately, circling her clit before letting her fingers sink lower between her folds.

"I’m sorry," she whispered, eyes half-lidded. "I should have come to you earlier. I should have let you have me instead of playing. Look at me, Daddy... I’m already touching myself thinking about it."

On the other end of the call, Durnik’s resistance was visibly cracking.

His little dick was already rising, straining against the fabric of his pants from nothing more than the sight of her those big bare Latina breasts, the wet dildo sliding between them, her fingers working between her thighs while she called him papi in that obedient, filthy voice. He had spent millions trying to get this woman in his orbit, and for months all he had gotten were carefully rationed scraps.

Now she was on-screen, almost naked, touching herself for him, asking to meet.

His throat moved as he swallowed.

Gracie saw that too.

And she kept going.

Durnik was no longer only staring.

His right hand had already drifted down, pressing over the front of his pants where his little dick had started hardening against the fabric. He stroked himself through the material in short, restless movements, careful to keep that part out of the camera frame. He was angry, aroused, and still proud enough not to let Gracie watch him break too obviously.

But he was breaking.

Gracie saw it in his face. The tension in his shoulders had changed. The insults had slowed. His eyes were stuck to her breasts, to her mouth, to every filthy little movement she made with the toy. He was not as sharp or as venomous as she had expected by now. He was slipping.

So she pushed harder.

"Daddy," she murmured, voice soft and slutty, "you like what you’re seeing?"

She spit on the dildo and let the thick saliva run down the shaft before spreading it with her hand, stroking the toy the way she would stroke a cock. The surface shone under the hotel light as she twisted her wrist slowly for the camera.

"Do you like it?" she asked again. "Are you hard for me already, papi?"

On the other end, Durnik’s breathing had changed. He was no longer trying as hard to hide it. His hand kept moving, open hunger finally overtaking the performance of rage. Somewhere in the middle of watching her, his mind had already rewritten the whole mess into something easier to swallow.

It was Lucas.

That was the story he wanted. Gracie had been manipulated. Gracie had been used. Gracie was still desirable, still reachable, still his if he handled her right. Lucas was the one who needed to be punished. Lucas was the one who had ruined the order of things.

By the time Gracie licked up the side of the dildo again, Durnik had fully convinced himself of that version.

She noticed the shift and went for the finish.

Her fingers moved to the edge of the black tape over one nipple, teasing the corner like she was about to peel it away, then stopped. She smiled faintly when she saw how tightly he was watching that tiny almost-movement. Instead of removing it, she lowered the camera.

The frame slid down her stomach to the thin red thong.

She pressed the wet dildo against the fabric over her pussy and rubbed it there slowly, dragging the thick head up and down against the damp center of the panties until the material clung darker to her. A soft moan slipped out of her as she did it.

"Daddy... I want to be close to you," she whispered. "I need that sweet cock in my pussy, papi. Ahh... Daddy..."

She rubbed the toy harder against herself, hips shifting toward the camera.

"I’ve been empty thinking about it. I keep imagining you here, making me take it, making me apologize properly. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to put it in me?"

Durnik’s voice came out rough, stripped of most of its earlier control.

"Come over."

Two words. Immediate. Hungry.

Gracie didn’t say yes.

She lifted the camera back to her face, eyes soft, mouth still wet from the toy, and shook her head slowly while continuing to stroke the dildo against her covered pussy just out of full view.

"No, papi," she said sweetly. "I don’t only want one night. I want to see you every day."

She bit her lower lip, then delivered the real request in the same obedient, filthy tone.

"How about I start working with you?"

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