“I’ll order groceries tomorrow,” I blurt out in a fickle attempt to fill the charged silence.
“Good girl,” he says, and a shock zaps my core. A feeling I have experienced only sparingly in the past. His words ignite something in me, something I hope to explore more.
After dinner, I head straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. As the water slides down my skin, I can’t help but wonder if he’s hearing me right now… Did he lie about how many cameras there are? Something tells me he didn’t. What’s going through his mind?
Heat creeps up my neck at the thought, and suddenly, I feel the pressing urge to know what’s happening on the other side of the lens…
After my shower, I dry off and for reasons beyond me, I slide under the covers naked. I don’t know what I am thinking.Maybe I’m not.
I look at the ceiling, trying to spot the hidden camera.
The thought of him listening, aware of me at this very moment…does something to my body I don’t fully understand.
Suddenly feeling bold in the darkness, I slowly slip a hand under the covers, running it hesitantly down my chest to my stomach until my fingers are brushing the short hairs of my mound.
I run my tongue over my chapped lips, sliding a little further down. My breathing becomes slow and uneven, my body growing hot with strange electric sensations.
I close my eyes, wondering if he can hear that too.
“Zane?” I call softly.
What the hell am I doing?
“I’m here,” he answers immediately.
There’s something about his voice…a controlled tightness that sends shivers through my entire body.
“Are you…watching?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “You asked me not to.”
I hesitate, my pulse beating a little faster now. The air feels charged, like something waiting just beneath the surface.
“Turn it on,” I say.
There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end. A sound he doesn’t quite manage to hide.
“Georgia—”
“Please.”
Another second passes. Then a quiet sound comes through the speaker, something rough and unmistakably human. A low moan.
My breath catches.
“C-can you see me?” I stutter, despite already knowing the answer to that.
“Yes,” he answers, his voice tighter now. “The camera’s got night vision.”
Heat spreads through me, slow and disorienting. The idea of him seeing me like this makes my skin feel too warm. I think about what it’d feel like to have his hand on me touching…caressing
My finger brushes my clit, and a soft gasp escapes at the dizzying pleasure that rushes through me.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I swallow. “I’m…thinking about you…” The words feel dangerous once they’re out, but I don’t take them back. Instead I brush my hand over my clit—deliberately this time.
I hear his sharp intake of breath. And when he speaks again, his voice is rough in a sexy way that makes my vagina walls contract involuntarily.
