Page 70 of My Favorite Secret
“Why?”
“It’s… embarrassing.”
“Harper, there is nothing embarrassing about your body. I want to kiss every inch of you. You’re going to be a good girl and show me your pretty pussy from behind.”
A smile plays at the corners of her mouth before she obeys.
That fucking smile makes my dick twitch. So, she likes being praised for the dirty things she does. Is that the turn on for her, having lived a life of pristine values, always feeling ashamed of what she wants? Is praise the key to unlocking Harper?
I graze a hand over my dick, needing to relieve some of the ache. “Well done, baby. Hands to the floor. I want to see everything.”
Sure enough, she touches her toes, showingme her pussy. It’s absolute perfection, pink and glistening with her arousal. Her ass has my dick leaking.
I pull my shirt over my head, step out of my pants and briefs, and give my dick one slow pump before returning to the armchair.
Harper gasps, seeing my cock for the first time as she peers between her legs.
“You like this, seeing me stroke myself over you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“This sight right here is what I used to jerk off to. Your ass. Your pussy. Bending you over and fucking you.”
“And now? What do you think of?”
“Let’s just say I like the thought of you being wedged between me and Felix as much as you do.”
Her breath grows heavier and she moans.
“Sit on the ground, facing me.”
Harper moves into position, with her feet flat and knees raised in front of her.
I click my tongue with disapproval. “Still hiding your body. Harper, I am going to make you shameless. Spread your legs. Show me how you please yourself.”
Her face is instantly red with humiliation. She shakes her head, whispering, “I can’t do that in front of you.”
“You’ve been your rawest self with me and Felix on two occasions and loved it. Why is this different?”
I already know the answer, but I want to hear her say it. Letting someone watch you masturbate is a more vulnerable act than letting them give you an orgasm.
That’s why I want this. When she’s with me, I don’t want her holding back.
“It’s embarrassing?—”
“Harper, I know how much you love being watched anddesired. Don’t act precious. Stop pretending like I haven’t been dying to see this side of you. Be a good girl and touch yourself in front of me.”
She gulps, her breath catching. For a moment, I think I’ve pushed her too far. But then her knees open, slow and shaky, and her fingers slip between her thighs. The second she brushes over her clit, her mouth parts on a quiet gasp. Her eyes fall shut, as if that will lessen the embarrassment.
“Eyes on me, Harper. You look at me the entire time you’re touching your pussy.”
Her eyes open, watching me, moaning as she rubs.
“That’s my good girl. Tell me what you think about when you please yourself.”
To my surprise, she opens her pretty mouth and speaks her fantasies without needing further encouragement. “I imagine you and Felix kissing me. Touching me all over. Your hands and mouths everywhere.”
I groan, fisting my cock harder as I watch Harper finger herself. I could come so fucking easily right now, but that’s not how I want this night to play out. Besides, this moment isn’t about my pleasure. It’s about Harper opening herself to me.
