I press the intercom button and call Jade into the room.
“You rang,” she practically purrs, her hips sashaying as she approaches my desk.
“I was hoping you could do me a favor.”
“You know I live to please.”
Getting up from my seat, I tell her, “Sit in this chair and watch this monitor.”
She complies, her lips curling into a frown when she glimpses my gorgeous wife.
“Is there something I should be looking for?”
“You’ll know it when you see it,” I say, making sure the volume is up before I leave.
I head to my wife’s floor, going directly to her room. She looks up from the book she’s reading, her mouth gaping ever so slightly when she sees me.
I storm forward, grab her book, and throw it against the wall.
“Mateo—”
I bring my hand to her throat and force her eyes to mine. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She struggles to nod.
I point back toward the corner of the room, where the camera is. “Do you see that sconce?”
“Y-yes…”
“I want you to look at it the entire time.”
Her brow pinches.
Leaning forward, I whisper into her ear, “You’re being watched.”
Keeping my hand on her throat, I rip off her cami to gorge on her beautiful tits.
She tries to throw her head back, so I tighten my grip, growling, “Eyes on the camera.”
“Understood,” she chokes out.
With my free hand, I cup her breast, swirling my tongue around her erect nipple as she writhes beneath me. Her fingers dig through my hair as her hips lift, seeking precious friction.
And this is where my confusion starts, because how am I to know if she truly enjoys the sinful things I do to her?
This thought keeps me up at night. It keeps me coming back to the videos I’ve already watched dozens of times.
It’s what keeps me fromher.
How fucking real are these moments? How deeply can my wife even feel? Does she know anything of lust? I tell myself she can’t fake her reaction to what I do to her, but how can I be so sure?
Pulling off her tit, I rasp, “Tell me what you want, Ivy.”
I pray she doesn’t lie.
“I…I…”
“Tell me!” I demand. “Tell Jade.”
