Page 110 of The Man Upstairs

“Get ready, then. Naked. On the sofa. Now.”

She didn’t need telling twice, jumping up from her seat and stripping bare as she crossed the room. The marker pen scrawl ofJulian’s Slutwas still visible on her stomach, just smudged, and it made it hornier to watch her as she tugged her sopping wet panties down her legs.

As for me, I had some surprises to show her. Thank fuck for next day delivery.

I retrieved the box from the bedroom, and she was already sitting on the sofa, naked with her legs spread wide when I returned. I placed the box on the coffee table and pulled out the new toys for her viewing, one by one. Some of the dildos were considerably bigger than she was accustomed to, but she didn’t baulk, her legs stayed open wide.

“Wow, you’ve been busy,” she said.

I leant in and dropped a kiss on her lips, sliding a finger over her wetness.

She reached for me, tried to kiss me back, exhaled hard when I pulled away.

“Not as busy as you’re going to be,” I said.

It wasn’t just sex toys I’d purchased last night, thinking about the day ahead. I’d chosen some other props as well, and ways to record the action in progress.

The white fishnet stockings were still packaged. She pulled them free, not hesitating to slip them on and up her beautiful pale thighs. I loved the way her skin was still a mottle of love bite bruises through the white mesh. It offset the innocence like a dream.

“Thanks,” she said. “These are… sexy.”

“Another thanks that’s really not warranted.” I smirked up at her as I set up the phone stand on the floor between her legs. “But you’re very welcome.”

She gave a filthy wave and a giggle as I clipped my phone in and set it to record. The view was perfect. Up close and personal.

Rosie offered her wrists the moment I took the new rope from the parcel, but I didn’t bind them together this time. I wrapped her wrists separately, lifted her feet to the sofa cushions and bound her wrists to her ankles, exposing her vulnerability. She wouldn’t be moving anywhere. I was glad the chesterfield was a big brute. It had enough depth to accommodate her sweet little body, with her head propped against the back cushions. Her knees were bent high, and her arms were stretched to accommodate, and I was the filthy pervert in control of it all.

I was the master in charge of her perfect princess cunt. Those words made me smile as I thought them, the exact same words Rosie had just read. She knew the situation. She knew what was coming. And her master was going to make it beautiful for her.

I took out a huge bottle of lube and placed it on the table. I took out new marker pens, and then I went for the piece de resistance as her eyes followed me through to the kitchen. She knew what I was going for.

“I really can’t believe that will go inside me,” she said as I placed the utensil on the coffee table with the rest of the toys.

“Do you trust my experience?”

She nodded, sweetly. “Yes.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

I looked adoringly at my beautiful slut, well aware of how delightful she would look onscreen. Nervous and innocent.

“Let me own your cunt,” I said. “Will you be a good girl and take it?”

She looked me right in the eyes as she answered me.

“I’ll always be a good girl and take it for you.”

I’d be testing out that statement tonight.

I was suited as usual, fully clothed with the camera still rolling as I took a detour to wash my hands in the bathroom. I knew the suspense would only add to her heightening nerves. Her eyes followed my every movement as I took my position back up between her legs, but she couldn’t push her own glasses up her nose. They were at an angle, making her look even more adorably cute. I loved them like that. But needs must. I pushed them up her nose for her so she could watch what I was doing.

“Thanks,” she said and then her eyes were on me as I trailed a finger from her lips all the way down her stomach to her pussy. I eased her pussy lips open to show off her glistening clit for the camera, one finger on either side of her slit.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” I told her. “I can’t wait to show you how filthy your cunt looks onscreen.”

She closed her eyes and moaned as my fingers teased, so horny she squirmed. My words must have worked their magic on her dirty imagination. Now to bring those fantasies to life in the flesh.