1 Prologue

Marlin sipped on her now cold coffee, waiting for the person who was supposed to propose an offer she apparently couldn't turn down. Her gaze kept slipping from her over used sketch book to the chipped clock above the door. The sound of its hollow ticking interrupted the silence in the room and it only reminded her of how much of a mistake this was.

"I'm going to be found dead in the ditch outback," she thought, starting to play with her bland coffee. She had entered the diner at five minutes past ten and it was currently ten minutes till twelve. "I should've left already," she decided, her patience running thin with this bullshit.

Still she stayed for a reason she couldn't put her finger on. Hope, or maybe this beat sitting in her lonely apartment till her next cam show? It couldn't be hope; that feeling died a long time ago.

Technically the person she was meeting wasn't late because they never decided a time to meet. Not that she really had a choice in this meeting. It was demanded out of her and she listened.

Marlin was so consumed in her thoughts she didn't notice the aura that took over the quaint diner when the bell above the door chimed. Not until the aura sat in the other side of the booth she occupied. She looked up from her fiddling fingers and immediately wanted to look back down. She didn't. She stared into the striking blue eyes in-front of her and sent the owner a message.

He received it and smirked, calling a waitress over with the flick of his finger.

Marlin's eyes drifted over to his finger and she was astounded by the pure perfection of them. His movements were rough, but his hands were callus free, making her think of what exactly he could do with them. She never paid attention to anyone's hands. They were just hands but for some reason she couldn't stop staring at his. Her focus was thrown off as a younger waitress skidded over to him. A sheen coat of blush on her cheeks. "Pure innocent thing,' she thought,' she looks like she's afraid to be eaten."

"May I help-p you, sir?"

"A lemonade, please," he replied but his eyes were still focused on the challenging beauty in-front of him.

The waitress nodded quickly before turning to Marlin. Her eyes still secretly on the male. "And you? An-nother coffee?"

Marlin shook her head and her company's eyes sparkled in satisfaction. Warmth flooded through her at his approval.

She hated it.

"Never mind, give me another one."

His eyes darkened but his mouth formed a smirk, nonetheless. "That's a lot of caffeine, little girl."

"Point?"

He felt his hands clench as he held his dominating side back. He couldn't scare her off yet, but he couldn't help the feeling. All he wanted to do was bend her over his knee and show her what happens to naughty girls who challenge him. "You could get a stomachache."

She laughed about to retort something, but the waitress came back. Marlin tilted her head as she noticed the waitress' blouse had come undone showing too much of her cleavage. The waitress bent over the table more than necessary and slipped the man his lemonade, along with a napkin that had her number scribbled on it.

Marlin scoffed in her head," let the damn girl be eaten. From the looks of it that's what she wants!"

The man under scrutinization looked up from the napkin as Marlin's coffee was set down. He smirked, his erection growing, as Marlin was too busy giving the waitress a death glare. Her cheeks had become red with anger, and he wanted to pull her over to him and show her he only had eyes for her. He crumbled the napkin into a ball and shoved it into her old coffee. He noticed how she visibly relaxed and his lips lit up into a smile.

"Now down to business."

"Yes please, so we can get this over with," Marlin's voice was curt.

The man sighed," I suggest you give me more respect before you make me do something I regret."

Marlin froze," is that a threat?"

He rested his arms on the table," take it more as a warning."

She glared at him," fucking shoot then."

His cock twitched as his anger continued to build up," the things I could do to shut that non-obedient mouth up."

Marlin choked on her coffee at his bluntness, but he ignored her. "Seeing as your being difficult I'm going to get straight to the point. You cam for strange disgusting men for minimum wage."

She nodded never being the one to be nonchalant about her job when the person already knew about it.

He was going to continue but the words got trapped in his throat as Marlin stuck her finger in her drink's whip cream. She pulled it out and stuck her finger in her mouth. She sucked on it and he had to hold in a moan. His dick was so hard against his pants it was torture. He was one notch away from grabbing her and harshly fucking her in the backseat of his car. "I want you to cam for me."

Marlin rolled her eyes, pulling her finger out of her mouth," log on like everyone else."

"Only me."

She laughed, crossing her arms," and go broke. No thank you."

"I'll pay you whatever it takes. Even thousands."

She choked on her coffee and he smirked. She stared at him with her mouth open in shock. "What's the catch?"

"When I want to, I get to pick what happens, and you have to call me an endearment with respect."

Marlin sat back in the booth, lost. She couldn't speak, she was confused and shocked.

Sensing this the man smiled," I'll give you a couple days to think it over."

He went to slide out of the booth but her arm wretch out and grabbed his bicep. "What's your name?"

He smirked, leaning over the table. He wiped whip cream off her lip and her mouth automatically opened. He slipped his thumb into her warm mouth and moaned in her ear as she sucked vigorously on it. Cleaning the whip cream. The things her mouth could do to his hard cock right now. He bit her earlobe, as she closed her eyes. "You can call me daddy."