“No!” she shot back, her voice shaky. “I’ve never—”
“My fluffer,” I said, letting out a humorless laugh. “Has that been your plan all along?”
“What? No.”
The look on her face told me how embarrassed she was. But she was aroused too. Her breathing gave her away. I reached for the laptop and shut it without breaking eye contact. “If you’re going to touch yourself to me, you don’t need a screen for that.”
“Callan,” she whispered, her voice a warning and plea all at once.
“No,” I said, my tone firmer now. “You think I don’t know what this is doing to you? You’ve been watching me on set, pretending you’re just there for your essay. But this—” I gestured between us. “This is what you’ve really been wanting.”
She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t.
I leaned closer, my hand brushing the blanket away from her lap. “You started something the moment you walked onto that set. You got inside my head, and now you’re here, doing this. Tell me, Lana.” My voice dropped, rough with want. “Were you thinking about me? About my hands on you?”
She nodded so subtly, but it was enough.
I exhaled, feeling that dangerous pull between control and need. I wanted her to say it out loud, to admit what I already knew. “Say it.”
“I was thinking about you,” she whispered. “About…you touching me.”
The words lit something in me I couldn’t put out. I reached out, my fingers tracing her jaw, then sliding into her hair as I tilted her chin up toward me. “You don’t get to watch anymore,” I said softly. “You want me, you get me.”
She drew in a shaky breath, and I could see the hesitation and the fear. And the hunger. It was all there, tangled together.
I brushed her cheek with my thumb, letting my eyes wander all over her face. My gaze lingered on her lips, and I licked mine, unable to hide my desire. “We can take this further, Lana. You being my fluffer…we don’t have to stop there.”
She didn’t answer me, just looked at me wide-eyed, her breath hitching in her throat. My jaw clenched as I cupped the side of her head, my thumb brushing gently against her cheek. I let my eyes drop to her panties, the thin fabric barely concealing the heat between her legs.
“Touch yourself again,” I commanded. She sucked in another breath, her body trembling as I placed my other hand on her inner thigh, gently parting her legs. “Do it, Lana.”
She looked down, her fingers hesitating for a moment before moving to her panties, resting on the fabric. I shook my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “That’s not what I mean. Touch your pussy for me, Lana.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and desire. I could see the protest forming on her lips, but she bit it back as her hand moved beneath the waistband of her panties. “That’s it. Good girl. Doing what I ask of you,” I praised, my fingers gently caressing her inner thigh, and feeling the softness of her skin.
“Are you wet?” I asked, my voice rough with need. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She just stared up at me, her fingers moving slowly inside her panties. “Answer me, Lana. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I’m wet.”
“Show me,” I commanded, my eyes locked on hers. “Pull out your fingers and show me how wet you are for me.”
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly withdrew her hand, her fingers glistening with her arousal.
“Beautiful,” I murmured. “All because of me. You’re so responsive.”
I leaned in, my eyes never leaving hers, and captured her wrist, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting her sweetness and feeling her shiver at the contact.
I lowered her hand, then cupped her face, my thumb gently brushing her cheek. I leaned in again, my face close enough to feel her breath on my skin. “Tell me to stop,” I challenged. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”
She let out a sigh of frustration. “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You…” Her eyes dropped to my lips, and her thighs pressed together in an attempt to stop the ache I knew she was feeling between her legs.
My lips pursed, trying to hide a smug grin. “I’m not fair? Now, that’s not true, Lana. You expect me to just ignore that you touched this sweet pussy while watching one of my porn videos? I think you’re not being fair, using a virtual version of me instead of the real me to get off.” Her breath hitched when I pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of her mouth, and when I looked into her eyes again, I added, “I won’t stop unless you beg me to.”
She hesitated, her lips parting slightly, but her words were once again stuck in her throat. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between her desires and her reservations. Iheld her gaze, my expression unyielding, waiting for her to make a choice.
