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You can, and you will. You’re going to be a good girl for me.
I take a slow, steadying breath. What’s in it? It’s too much. It can’t be safe.
I pace the room while the three dots flash. Finally his reply comes.
It’s safe. I promise you. I would never give you anything that would hurt you. Put the cream on and then go wash your hands before you start.
I want to argue with him, but I’m afraid if I do, he’ll call, and I need some distance for this. I take another deep breath and put the phone down on the edge of the bed. I unscrew the lid and apply the cold cream between my legs, already getting turned on by even the thought of this. Then I go to the bathroom and wash my hands, wondering if he has hidden cameras installed in here, too.
When I return to the bedroom I check to make sure I remembered to lock the door, then I go back to stand near the bed.
I text Aidan. Where are the cameras?
A moment later he texts back. It doesn’t matter. I like you just where you are, don’t try to seek me out… just take your clothes off.
He wants the full voyeur effect. Not me aware of him, not me staring at the camera or trying to seduce him. I unbutton my pale pink silk blouse, slowly slide it off, and drape it over the chair near the fireplace. I changed into this after lunch before I went to the garden to read. I bite my lip, glance around the room and play with the string of pearls around my neck. Then I run my hands over my body, cupping my covered breasts. I skim down over the light gray pencil skirt I’m wearing. Seams run down the back of my stockings, ending in gray heels.
The phone buzzes with a text. You dressed for me, didn’t you?
I only hesitate for a moment. Yes.
Good Girl.
It’s one of the outfits he bought me when we went shopping before he left.
I slowly unzip the skirt, slide it down over my hips, and step out of it when it falls to the floor. I take in a sharp breath. I’m starting to feel the effects of the cream.
Keep going. He encourages.
I remove my shoes and unhook my garter belt, sliding first one stocking down, then the other. By the time I’ve unhooked and removed my bra, it’s no longer a performance when I stroke my breasts for him. I slide my panties down, make one slow turn for him, then get into the bed. The cream is getting more intense. I reach for the second box, forgetting the instructions.
A buzz from the phone interrupts me. Stop. I’ll tell you when you can open it. And don’t touch yourself either. Wait.
I writhe on the bed, struggling not to touch myself, waiting for his next instruction as the cream reaches its full peak strength.
Please, Aidan. Please.
Not yet.
He keeps me in this limbo for several more minutes before the phone finally buzzes again.
Open the box and use what’s inside to get yourself off. It’s already been charged.
I open the second box and take out the vibrator. I spread my legs for his view and press the toy against my needy, desperate clit. I buck against it, relieved when it eases the intense arousal from the cream. I’m trying to hard to keep quiet so the guards don’t hear me.
Another text message. Scream for me.
I can’t. Nino and Marco will hear.
The room is sound-proofed. I want to hear you.
So he can hear me. I wasn’t sure if he only had a camera feed.
I obey his order and don’t hold back my moans and screams as I take myself over the edge for Aidan’s greedy voyeuristic consumption.
When I’m finished I’m about to roll over when another text comes through.
No. You’re not finished until I say you’re finished.