Page 154 of X Marks the Stalker
“I’m locked in, aren’t I?”
“Completely at my mercy,” I confirm, hearing my voice broadcast through the bedroom speaker. “I thought we could play a little game.”
His eyes darken. “What kind of game?”
“The kind where you do what I tell you.” I adjust the camera angle, zooming in. “And I watch.”
He leans back against the headboard, a dangerous smile playing at his lips. “And if I refuse?”
“Then I walk out your front door, and you can pick that lock yourself.”
He laughs. “What do you want me to do, my love?”
I take my time answering, enjoying the power. “Take off the sheets.”
He pushes the bedding aside, revealing himself. I suck in a breath.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Slowly. I want to see what you do when you think about me.”
His hand drifts down his stomach, wrapping around his already hardening cock. His eyes never leave the camera as he strokes himself with agonizing slowness.
“Like this?” he asks, his voice dropping to that register that makes my skin tingle.
“Exactly like that.” I shift on the couch, pressing my thighs together. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“You,” he says, his rhythm steady and controlled. “Watching me like this. Getting wet while you do.”
I slip my hand between my legs, confirming his suspicion. “Keep going.”
“I’m thinking about that sound you make when I push inside you,” he continues, his breathing growing heavier. “That little gasp like you’ve forgotten how to breathe.”
I moan, unable to help myself. His eyes flash at the sound coming through the speaker.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands. “If I’m putting on a show, you should, too.”
“I give the orders here,” I remind him, but I’m already pulling my shirt over my head. The cool air hits my bare skin as I strip.
“Touch yourself,” he says, voice strained as his hand moves faster.
I reach into my bag beside the couch and pull out a small box. “I brought something special,” I tell him, holding up a sleek black plug. “Something I thought you might enjoy later. If you behave.”
I twirl the plug between my fingers, enjoying his blindness to my actions. The smooth silicone catches the light as I examine it.
Xander’s eyes widen, his rhythm faltering slightly. “What is it?” he asks, voice hoarse with desire.
A laugh bubbles up from my chest, light and teasing.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I twirl it between my fingers, enjoying the power of withholding. “It’s a surprise.”
His gaze intensifies.
“You’re enjoying this,” he says, his hand still moving.
“Immensely,” I admit, popping the lollipop back into my mouth with my free hand. “How does it feel, being on the other side of the camera?”
“Oakley...”
I coat the plug with lube. “Keep touching yourself,” I instruct. “Don’t stop.”
