“I want you to spank me,” he said then, telling instead of asking, and heat flared like a volcanic explosion between my legs. “And then I want to film you jerking off for your website.”
“Jesus.”
The corner of Hunter’s lip twitched. “I have to admit, I do like Sir better.”
The air left my lungs in one, long, whooshing exhale, and I flexed my hands at my sides, feeling so certain of what to do and also so confused by it at the same time. Hunter stayed on his knees in front of me, still dressed for work, tie still knotted around his neck and feet still crammed into shiny black dress shoes that I very desperately wanted to grind my balls all over.
“Crawl then, Sir,” I murmured, taking another step back and another. “Crawl to your bedroom and let me watch you go.”
Hunter’s cheeks burned a violent shade of red, his chest heaving as he fell forward onto his hands and knees. I followed him through the apartment, down the long hallway to his bedroom, appreciating the way his ass filled out his slacks. It was an indecent thing, a man dressed like him, with as much money and class as him, crawling with his ass in the air begging for a spanking from a man who barely had his life together. It was all right…we could pretend.
Together, we reached his bedroom, and Hunter rocked back onto his heels again, immediately clasping his fingers together at the back of his head without being told. I closed the space between us and covered his fingers with my hand, tilting his head back until his throat strained.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” I told him, licking my lips.
His chin quivered, lips parted. “I feel so fucking hot like this,” he whispered back.
“I know we said spanking then filming, but I think I want to do it the other way around.”
Hunter groaned, and I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I swiped through to my camera app and adjusted the settings to accommodate the low light in Hunter’s bedroom, then I held the device out for him to take.
“You film it,” I told him, plucking open the button on my jeans.
They were skinny and torn, and there was no sexy way to get out of them, so I was glad Hunter didn’t start recording until I’d stripped down to my crop top and my black briefs.
“Do you still want to see my face?” I asked, trying to see him from around the phone. “I’ll edit your voice out, don’t worry.”
“I want to see everything.”
The toe of his shoes squeaked on the floor, and I thought about exactly what position I wanted to put him in to spank him. I imagined how hot his cock would burn against my leg as I did it.
Hunter stared hard at the screen of my phone, and I knocked the damn thing out of the way enough so I could get to his throat. He made a very desperate noise as I undid the knot of his tie, and an even more agonized one when he realized what I was about to do with it.
I wound the length of his tie around my hand, curling my covered fingers around the quickly growing length of my cock. I liked to use lube, but silk would have to do in this case. Taking a step back, still stroking myself, I crawled up onto the bed. I knew my body well enough to know what Hunter was recording. The backs of my thighs, the pucker of my asshole when my ass cheeks spread apart, the low hang of my balls, and the dark blue of the tie that wrapped around my shaft.
“I want to see your face,” he murmured, shifting on the floor.
I threw him a look over my shoulder and then stroked my dick until my entire body trembled.
“What else do you want?”
“I want to fuck you,” he rasped.
“What else?” I asked, flattening myself against his sheets before turning onto my back, arching my hips off the bed and spreading my legs.
For a while, Hunter didn’t answer. He also didn’t move.
Still filming.
I kept stroking my cock, dragging my other hand up the swell of my chest to toy with my nipple piercings. The friction between my legs was agony, and I’d never wanted anyone more than I wanted him. I wanted to come, I wanted to spank Hunter, and then I wanted him to fuck me until he burst. After that, I wanted to close my eyes and pretend we never had to leave his apartment, never had to leave his bed.
“Everything,” he finally answered. “I want everything.”
CHAPTER 16
HUNTER
Lincoln came all over my tie, his breathy whimper sounding a lot like the first syllable of my name, and I prayed he didn’t edit that out when he pieced the clips together. I waited until after his cock stopped pulsing before ending the recording, then I set the phone down on the floor beside my leg and laced my fingers together at the base of my skull.
