Page 27 of Savage Prince
“Your eyes just got so fucking big,” my stranger says. “Are you wishing you could see my cock in my hand?”
My fingertips dig into the leather as I soak my panties.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
“But—”
“You’re not in charge here, princess. Now, spread your legs.”
The reminder demolishes any resistance, and I uncross my legs and inch them apart until my skirt is stretched to its limit.
The man in the office pulls off his tie and lowers it to the woman’s back. “Roaming hands means that I’m going to have to tie them up so you can’t break the rules anymore.” He wraps the binding around her wrists and knots it together.
“You like that? Seeing her tied up?” my stranger asks from the corner.
I clear my throat to find my voice. “Yes.” The admission produces another wave of moisture.
He groans, and I tear my eyes off the man checking the restraints to stare into the darkness again, wishing I could seehim.
“Pull up your skirt. I want to see more.”
I bite down on my lip at his order. His words are rougher now, and the tone evokes something in me that only he ever has. The urge tolet go and obey.
I don’t question. Don’t hesitate. My fingers release their tight grip on the arms of the chair and pinch the hem of my dress.
“High. Show me everything.”
I drag the fabric up my spread thighs until the lacy tops of my stockings appear. With every inch, I feel bolder.
“More.”
I keep going and, finally, my black thong is visible.
“Look at them. Not me.”
Cool air sweeps over my skin as I force my gaze to the window.
Why is it I couldn’t take my eyes off the couple in the bedroom, and now I find an outline in the darkness even more magnetic than the erotic scene happening in front of me?
Because it’s him.
The sound of skin smacking skin, followed by a woman’s moan, forces my attention straight ahead.
Oh God. He’s spanking her ass.
My stranger’s comment from earlier—about how someone watching would have been able to see his handprint on my ass—slams into me. Who knew that a visual could be so hot?
“Touch yourself. I want to see your fingers buried in your panties.”
My gaze jerks back to him.
“Don’t watch me. Watch them, or you’ll earn a punishment.”
My hips rock back into the chair because I can’t squeeze my legs together.
“Fuck, that turns you on even more than they do. You’re a dirty little surprise. Now, move those fingers.”
Like he controls my hand, I lift it from the arm of the chair and reach between my legs. I’ve never done this before. Never touched myself while someone watched. The closest I’ve ever come was when I nearly touched myself in the office before I knew I wasn’t alone.
