It works, apparently, because he shrugs and lets go of my chin. “I’m pretty boring, actually. Nothing crazy.”
“Do you have a type of woman you like to watch?”
He looks at me pointedly, his eyes scanning my body from head to toe with purpose. “Really, Mia?”
“Right. Obviously,” I laugh. “How about like, situation? Scene? Style?”
“I’m not into hardcore BDSM stuff,” he says after thinking. “And I’m not into role-play or anything degrading. I like watching regular people having regular sex,” he shrugs.
“Regular blondes having regular sex.”
He doesn’t deny it. “Although, I do prefer POV porn.”
“What’s that?”
“I think it stands for Point of View? Like, when the guy is holding the camera and all you see in the video is the girl he’s fucking.”
I think about that. “Because it’s like you’re doing the fucking.”
“Yep.”
I hum, watching another epic dance scene at a Bridgerton ball.
Suddenly, Elias turns back to me. Slowly. A predator with a gleam in its eye. “Mia?”
I eye him. “What?”
“Do you wanna make one?”
My brain scrambles a bit. “Uh…”
“A POV video?” he clarifies.
“Um…” I flail. “I don’t know. It seems kind of permanent.”
“Having a sex tape of you on my phone? I guess. I already have tons of your photos of your tits and pussy, though. It’s all for our eyes only, obviously.” He studies me for a moment. “But that’s okay. Never mind, if it makes you uncomfortable.” He settles back into the couch, already over it.
It’s that response that makes me think about it. The man who knows me like the back of his hand, reading me and my reaction, taking a big step back and dropping something the moment he sees I’m not comfortable.
What’s holding me back? I guess I’d be worried that it got out somehow, but I know at a bone-deep, molecular level that Elias would never do that. I trust Elias more than anyone in the entire universe.
I imagine a sex video of me on Elias’s phone. I imagine him watching it, jacking off to it, and I have an unexpected reaction. A twisted part of me feels almost… special? Significant? I’d feel special, I think, having this legendary Adonis getting off to a video of…me.
This inexplicably gets me wet.
“Let’s do it,” I tell him.
Elias glances over. He must see something on my face, because he turns his body to face me, now fully attuned. He raises a perfect eyebrow. He remains silent.
“I want it,” I whisper. I really do, I realize.
His eyes darken. He licks his lips. I track the movement. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say, with more conviction this time. “Will you teach me what to do? What you like to watch?”
He shakes his head. “Absolutely not. We’re going to do whatever you’re comfortable with. You’re calling the shots. I’m going to like whatever you do, Mia. I’m going to watch it over and over again.”
This small comment fills me with a profound sense of confidence. Of the power I’m about to have over this man. Of the trust I have in him. I nod. “Take your phone out, then.”
