Page 65 of Logan

With an eager smile on his face, Clay braced his elbow on his knee and propped his chin in his hand to stare at me expectantly.

“Yes, please.”

Despite my earlier confidence, I’d never actually stripped on camera. There was something more vulnerable about it than when my partner was in the room with me. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but I did feel like I was on display.

Since I was sitting down, there was no choice but to stand up so I could remove my pants. The way I had my phone angled meant that the upper half of my body was off the screen when I was standing, so Clay was really getting a full view of everything he wanted to see.

At least he seemed to be enjoying the show, based on the sparkle in his eyes as he watched me.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed my pants off my hips and let them fall to the floor. Then, before I could lose my nerve, I shoved my underwear off just as quickly.

When I sat back down, the leather material of my couch was cold against my skin, yet I felt hotter than ever. My arousal hadn’t dimmed at all since Clay first revealed his outfit. If anything, the embarrassment crawling under my skin only made me even harder. That was something I hadn’t known about myself, and blood rushed to my cheeks as I blushed.

Trying to adopt a relaxed pose, like I wasn’t screaming on the inside, I threw an arm over the back of my couch.

“Good?”

I had no idea what I was even asking about.

Was I good?

Was he good?

I just needed to say something to fill the silence, and it was the only thing I could think of saying.

Clay didn’t seem to mind as he bit his lip and drank me in with his eyes. “Hmm. Very good.”

Still wanting to go at his speed, I didn’t make another move despite the erection that was now throbbing painfully hard between my legs.

“What do you want me to do now?”

“What?” Clay looked up at me, meeting my eyes for the first time in several minutes with a startled expression.

“Come on,” I encouraged. “This is your show. So, tell me what you want me to do next. I’m following your command.”

“Really? Anything?” He was obviously intrigued by the idea, but also skeptical as his eyes narrowed at me. “What if I wanted you to start doing jumping jacks?”

Without hesitation, I stood from the couch intending to follow his orders, but he stopped me before I could get started.

“Wait. Stop. Come back. I don’t actually want you to do that.”

I sat back down, this time throwing both arms over the back of the couch so that I was lounging more than sitting.

“So, what do you want me to do? Give me the word and I’ll do it.”

Clay gaped at me, eyes alight with possibilities, but also in complete disbelief that he was being given such an opportunity.

The bottom part of his outfit was made of velvet just like his gloves. Calling them shorts was a generous term, since they didn’t cover his legs at all, but the thicker material hid his body more than typical lingerie. Until now, there had been no hint of actual arousal from him, but he must have found the idea of ordering me around very appealing, because a noticeable tent formed in the front of his shorts.

The evidence of his arousal helped ease my own embarrassment. I must be doing something right if Clay found it so exciting.

While I’d been distracted observing him, he’d been busy deciding what to do with his newfound power. He sat up straighter, as if his bed were a throne, and gave me a look like a king regarding his loyal subject.

“You told me before that you’ve had dreams about me. I want to see how you take care of yourself after these dreams.”

What could a subject do but obey his king?

With the real thing sitting right in front of me, it wasn’t hard to remember how my dreams of him would leave me a sweating, desperate mess. I already ached for him, and now that I had permission, my hand found my cock as if it had been magnetized. I immediately started stroking myself, moaning as pleasure licked up my spine like fire, and squeezed my eyes shut tight.

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