Page 15 of Kingpin's Nanny

“Please. I want to see your response to me. I want to know I’m attractive, even if you’re not…” Her expression goes flat, then she bites her lip speculatively. “What made you use that screen name?”

Oh. Shit.

Well, that was a fine idea when I was just going to chastise her for intending to show herself on camera, wasn’t it? Now though…

I pick up my laptop and take it to my bed, sitting onto the covers and resting the computer near me. I angle the screen down and glance around. Need to be careful to block out anything she might see that would reveal her filthy older boss is obsessed with her.

Checking the video in the preview box, my heart drums, but no. All that’s visible is my midsection and bit of the pillows. I’m wearing perfectly ordinary and deniable white shirt and dark suit trousers—shit, cufflinks. I rip them off and roll up my sleeves, careful to only go just below my elbow where my tattoos begin. Thank god for “keeping a neat persona for the money laundering businesses”. I didn’t realise it would also be good for a dirty interlude with an innocent young woman I want to ravish.

She would have seen my tattoos on my chest during the summer, but wouldn’t have seen below the waist, which is all that will be revealed now. I doubt she noticed, even.

“Look, it’s okay,” she begins sadly, and I smash the share button. “Oh!”

Immediately, I click off the audio. There’s no way I can watch her and make myself come without moaning, and I don’t trust myself not to say her name.

I palm my rock-solid cock through my trousers, and she watches with wide eyes, staring into the camera.

“That’s it, show me your face, fuck.” She’s so beautiful. Of course I want to see the explicit, sexy parts of her. But the opportunity to watch her face looking right at me—or seeming to—is far more arousing.

“I’ve never seen a man’s…”

I smirk and flick my belt apart.

She draws in a breath as I pull down the zip, my cock punching upwards against the fabric, eager for her observation. Do I want to be the first man she’s ever seen? Fuck yes. First and last.

“You’re… Wow.” She’s even closer to the screen now. Like she can’t get enough.

I release my cock, shoving down my boxer briefs and then giving myself a lazy stroke. A small section of my ink is visible, but not much, and I relax slightly.

She’ll never know it’s me.

“You got hard from watching me?” Bella asks, her tone one of awe.

Oh, she likes that power, does she? I grip harder, and a bead of pre-come leaks out the top.

Yes

One-handed typing is tricky when I’m half-crazy with lust and can’t take my eyes off the screen where she’s watching me, entranced.

Fuck it. I want more.

Give me something to watch, little elf.

She laughs and snatches up her red and white hat. “I’m supposed to be sexy Santa! Or Miss Claus, I guess.”

You look like a naughty little elf to me. Who needs a lesson.

That smile is sweetly inviting as she bites her lip. “I wouldn’t mind it if the real Santa did that. I have a bit of a thing for older men. Well,” she amends quickly. “One in particular.”

I will not allow my jealousy to ruin this. I keep up a steady rhythm over my length, but it’s hardly needed. Although my brain is full of ideas of murdering anyone who touches my Bella, my body is responding as it always does to seeing her: with the intense need to breed her and make her mine.

I’m twice your age

“Ooo. Really? Do you live in London?”

I ignore her question.

You’re mine for tonight, not his.