Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

She crawls onto the bed and sits next to me, her warmth against my side. Her gaze strays to the display again. “Do you want to do that with me?”

Her gaze flicks up to mine.

“Yes, if you want to. It’s not about taking. It’s about giving for both of us. If you don’t want to do any of that, I won’t force you to. It will only happen if it’s something you want to do or try. But we would both have safe words to break out of the scene.”

She licks her full lips, drawing my attention to them. “I’d like to try sometime.”

My cock throbs in my pants. I lift my tablet. “Right now, I need to go over these reports.”

She frowns, probably wondering what she can do.

I hold up another tablet and hand it to her. “I thought you might like to read.”

She grins and takes the tablet. Resting her head against my shoulder, she scrolls through the apps to find what she wants. I try to control the overwhelming need to fuck her.

Instead, I open my reports and focus on the task at hand.

After a while, she sighs next to me. I glance over at her from my tablet. Her pupils are dilated. Her lips part as she plucks at her lower lip while she reads. I glance at what she’s reading, but my eyes only focus on a few words: cock, pussy, thrust.

I set my tablet aside, and she glances up at me.

“What are you reading?”

She swallows and her eyebrow lifts. “A book.”

“What book?”

She closes it and sets it aside. She gives me a slightly wicked smile. “One that involves BDSM.”

My balls tighten as my cock hardens. “You were enjoying it?”

She nods.

“Do you want to play, tiger?”

Her eyes widen eagerly and she nods again.

“You’ll need a safe word. Something you can say that will stop everything.” My fingers tighten as I think of all the things I want to do to her. The things we can try together. But for now, I’ll keep it tame.

“Gold.”

“So if I’m doing something you don’t like or is too far, you say…”

“Gold.” She squirms next to me.

I nod to the floor next to the bed. “Undress.”

She scrambles to her feet and takes off her shirt and pajama pants. She’s wearing red lacy panties and a matching bra. When she reaches to take them off, I shake my head.

“Leave it on for now.” I stand in front of her. She meets my eyes. “Lower your eyes to the floor. Hands clasped behind your back.”

She does as she’s told. I sit on the edge of the bed to take her in. Her neck is bruised, the skin mottled with purple and almost black in spots. Her golden hair hangs in waves around her shoulders. The bra and panty set she wears is perfect against her pale skin. The tops of her arms are also bruised, but not quite as badly. I tip her chin to the side to see her cheek.

“Does it still hurt?” I ask.

“Yes.” She hesitates for a moment before adding, “sir.”

I slide my hand over her shoulder and knock her strap off it to hang on her arm. Her nipples harden. When I do the same on the other side, she doesn’t move, but her breath quickens.