“Maximum coverage,” Alec said.“Nice.”
Rowan squeezed the tip, gave it a final shake, then smeared what remained across her face.
He stepped back, admiring his work.
“The clock’s on the wall,” he said calmly.“Stay on your knees for an hour. Don’t wipe my come off before then.”
He turned away to retrieve his trousers.
Alec switched cameras. I was about to complain—until the new angle framed her face perfectly.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, lips swollen, the rest of her ruined. Thick streaks covered one eye, her mouth, her forehead, dripping down her nose.
Her pale grey eyes were open.
“I’d bet her pussy’s soaked,” Alec murmured.
My gaze snapped back to hers.
Her pupils were blown.
She didn’t look disgusted.
Or angry.
She didn’t move at all.
She stayed there—head resting on the bed.
I shifted higher on the armrest.
Rowan passed her, trousers on, shirt in hand.
“One hour,” he repeated.
A test.
And judging by her composure, I had a feeling she’d pass.
The door closed behind him.
She didn’t move.
Rowan joined us to watch.
Other than shifting her stiff legs, she stayed on her knees for the full hour—his come drying, cracking, caking her face—before she finally moved.
Chapter 14
Rowan
The two of them were glued to the screen by the time I went downstairs. I slipped my shirt on and took a seat to watch Ella. Our little slut did well for her first audition.
Alec leaned over to show me a close-up of her come-drenched face.
“She looks good,” I said, chuckling when he grinned.
“You should have checked her pussy before you left,” Alec complained.
