Pretend to turn off webcam

Your message has indeed been received, as you can see from all the news and on social media. For the past hour or so, you've been sitting at the computer with the webcam turned off and just browsing the coverage and watching videos of Anna Wintour's reaction to watching her daughter get fucked lived. You chuckle every time you watch it, seeing Anna's face go pale before she also faints and someone has to grab her before she collapses, then she breaks down into tears and begs for you to stop. Of course, you couldn't have heard her and that was in the past.

Back to the present, the charity benefit Anna was hosting has been abruptly cancelled, with a statement from Anna that was read by a newscaster on air saying that she was regretful for her attitude towards you and begs you for the safe return of her daughter. In the meantime, social media is divided about you. Half seem to be applauding your bold action and enjoyment of Bee, while others are calling for your arrest and condemnation.

You notice that Bee has been silent for a long time and hasn't made any attempt to escape or ask you to let her go, so you take a break from the computer and turn around. The beautiful daughter of Anna is sitting up against the wall in bed, clutching the remnants of her torn gown against her chest while staring in your direction, knowing where you are by the floating sunglasses. The tears on her cheeks have dried and while her make up is ruined, she still looks stunning. You walk over to the bed.

"... Please, let me go," Bee says softly, hearing your footsteps.

"Well, it looks like your mother has given up on opposing me, so I suppose I don't need to use you against her anymore."

"Okay, so I can go?"

You shake your head. "I didn't say that. That are still other uses for you. I mean, look at that body," you whistle, "That's a body meant for sex. That was 1 of the best experiences for me. And I know you enjoyed it at the end too."

Bee's silence confirms your statement.

You take your sunglasses off and toss them to the side, so Bee no longer has any idea where you are. "You disagree?" you ask. Bee seems to be thinking about how to answer you, so you wait. There's no rush for you.

"So what? You're going to keep me here forever? They'll figure out where the livestream was broadcast from eventually and police will be here."

You laugh. "I brought you here with ease. I can always bring you somewhere else. Tell you what, I'm not unreasonable. If we can come to certain terms, I'll let you go," you say, tip-toeing back to the computer and quietly turning the webcam back on. A tiny red light on the camera comes on, but Bee is too distracted to notice it by the time you return to the bedside.

She looks to your left where your voice had last been heard. "I..."

"Yes? What do you have to offer the all powerful Ringer?"

"Money?"

"I can have anything material any time I want."

Then, it becomes clear to Bee what she needs to do, and she pulls the gown away from her body, revealing her nakedness underneath, and leans forward on her hands, crawling to the edge of the bed.

"Do it with a smile," you whisper as Bee's feels around along the side of the bed until she touches your stomach. She forces a smile as she looks up at where you invisible face is, and her hands move down to your now hard again cock. Her hands are small enough that she can wrap both of them around your rod on top of each other, and still have the tip exposed. Slowly, Bee starts to twist her wrists and rub your cock gently, and then she leans down to lick the tip. "Be vocal. Let me know how much you appreciate my generosity," you whisper again, so that only she can hear you, and not anyone tuning in to the webcam broadcast. No, to them, it will look like she's a hungry slut who might have been pretending to be **** before.

"Mmmm! Your dick tastes so good!" Bee says enthusiastically between going down on you and coming up for air.

"Nice and hard!"

"So big!"

"Biggest I've ever had in my mouth! And I've had quite a few!" she continues, oblivious to the show she was putting on. Even you had almost forgotten about it as you enjoy Bee's superb oral skills. It turns out that when she's willing, she's really quite good and you're excited about what's to follow. She must have sensed your eagerness too, as Bee stops sucking your cock and moves to the side and pats the bed, indicating that she wants you to lie down, which you do even though she never lets go of your cock for a moment.

"I need your big, hard cock in me so bad!" Bee moans with 1 hand between her legs, evidently touching herself to get her ready. She gives your cock another good lick from base to tip, before she climbs onto your body, pressing her magnificent breasts against your chest and then her lips onto yours. You just lie there as Bee kisses you passionately and slips your cock into her warm pussy, a sensation you're familiar with recently.

"Oh my god, it feels so much better than the first time!" Bee moans, grinding on your cock. Her eyes are closed, but the smile on her face now seems genuine as she fucks you slowly. You wonder if she just decided to give in to her urges and might as well enjoy the sex instead of dreading it. Either way, you're not going to complain.

Eventually, her hips start to move faster and you break your lips away from hers and whisper into her ears, "Slow down, I'm about to cum."

"Oh yeah! Cum inside me! Give me that warm, hot cum!" Bee moans. Her words send you over the edge and you can't hold it in any longer as you grab her by her ass cheeks, arch your back and thrust your cock up into her pussy hard, releasing your cum inside her for the second time that day. You relax when you're done and collapse back down onto the bed with your cock still deeply embedded in Bee, who kisses your neck and face.

"That's a good start," you say with a content sigh.

Bee actually giggles. "Well, I didn't get to cum yet, so yeah, we're not done, mister Ringer."