Watch Me

by Ada Frost

  “Touch yourself, come for me.” I pulled away from her so I could gaze into those soulful eyes. She looked shocked by my demand.

  “You can’t command me to come. It doesn’t work that way. My clit doesn’t have an on-off switch at your disposal.”

  “Slide your fingers inside your pussy and make yourself come. I want to watch.”

  I expected her to balk at the idea, to slap me, and run from the room screaming blue murder. There will come a day when I accept Miss Warner never does what I expect. Because instead of doing any of those things I secretly hoped for, she stroked her hand down her stomach, tugged at the towel and let it fall to the floor before doing exactly what I needed. Her fingers parted the folds of her pussy, and she slowly circled her clit. I wanted to replace those fingers with mine. No, that was a lie. I wanted to replace them with my cock. But I wouldn’t. I refused to touch her. I tore my gaze away from the forbidden fruit and stared straight into her heated eyes.

  Should have stayed with the pussy, mate. The combination of a captivating gaze, luscious lips, and flush cheeks held me completely hostage. I could smell her arousal; I could hear the soft pants of excitement she released. Miss Warner was absolutely breathtaking, and she was slowly crushing my hard defences. My breath hitched. I watched her watch me. Her lips parted, her face flushed. I’d never seen anything so striking. I could tell she was close to coming. I was desperate to claim her mouth, replace her fingers and make her come. But I held back and kept my distance. I watched her shatter and my cock ached with the need to release. She wasn’t a screamer.

  Well, not yet she wasn’t.

  Then her breathing evened out, the flush in her cheeks dissipated, and her slow sensuous smile appeared.

  God she was fucking beautiful.

  She leaned toward me, and I knew she was coming for a kiss, but I couldn’t allow that. Not that I didn’t crave it with every part of my being, but I couldn’t allow that connection. I wouldn’t. I pulled back, just as her lips whispered against mine.

  “Now, Miss Warner, let this be a lesson never to use my bathroom again. And please clean yourself up. This is a place of business, not a knocking shop.”

  I turned at her gasp of outrage and closed the door behind me, then headed straight for the gym. No one would be there at this time, and I needed somewhere quiet to get rid of this sodding hard-on.

  “You finished?” Samuel asked, startling me. I pulled my gym shorts up, tucking my cock away, and lay down on the bench. No matter how much iron I pumped nothing abated my need for her. My gym gear was soaked through with sweat, a most uncomfortable feeling. When I’d first come down to the gym, I’d tossed of before I’d even got out of my suit. I’d wrongly thought once would be enough, but Miss Warner had turned me into a teenage boy again with rampant hormones and a dick that got hard when the wind changed direction.

  “It’s your fault.”

  “What is?” I could see the confusion in his face.

  “This. I have the boner from hell,” I said gripping my cock through my shorts.

  “Erm, mate, not what I expected you to say...but —”

  “I caught Miss Warner in my shower.”

  “Here at work?”

  “Obviously.”

  “Okay, sorry.” He held up his hands in surrender when I glared at him. “So, what did you do?”

  “I watched her.”

  “She know?”

  “Pretty much, seeing as I asked her to finger herself while I watched.” I flung the towel over my face, hating how those words sounded. “She didn’t refuse, she stood there and did it.”

  “You dirty fucking dog.” He chuckled. “Good?”

  “Amazing. I wanted to fuck her so bad.”

  “Aww, man, come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t.”

  “Do you think I’d be in agony if I had? I’ll call someone tonight.” I don’t usually see anyone through the week but needs must be met. I tried to move my cock so it wasn’t pressing so hard against my shorts.

  “The ice queens you fuck are not women. I’m surprised you don’t get frostbite on your dick.” He made an exaggerated shudder.

  “Fuck off. They’re not that bad. It’s less complicated.”

  “No, what it is, is boring. You want a proper good shag. Abby is prime for it.”

  “Miss Warner is our employee.”

  “She’s fit as fuck, is what she is.”

  “I am not fucking my secretary. End of story, Samuel.”

  “You know she’s sitting in on the castings this week, don’t you?”

  “Goddamn it.” I groaned, knowing I had more torture to endure.

  “A grand says you’re begging for her pussy before the month is through,” he taunted. The prick.

  “No.”

  “The only reason you won’t take that bet is because you hate parting with money and you know you will lose.”

  “Not true.”

  “So put a grand where the pussy is?” he goaded.

  There was no way I would allow myself the pleasure of Miss Warner, no matter how desperately I craved her. No woman’s allure was stronger than my willpower. I held out my hand to shake on the deal and grinned. Another charity would benefit from my winnings, but not as much as I would when I beat Samuel's smug ass. It would be like taking candy from a baby.

  For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t happy to return home. Why? Because the quiet emptiness of my home, which I usually loved, only allowed for my mind to wander to lush curves, sassy lips and a killer arse.

  Calling someone for a little relaxing fun wasn’t as appealing as I first thought. My body wanted one particular woman, a substitute wouldn’t cut it.

  Once I changed out of my suit, showered, and put some lounge pants on, I headed to the couch and relaxed with a hot cup of tea and microwave meal. I wasn’t much of a cook, to the annoyance of my long suffering ex-nanny Marie. Who was more like a mum than my own mother ever was. Grabbing my phone, I dialled her number.

  “Hey, kid. What’s up?” Mike, her husband, asked.

  “Nothing, just thought I’d call see how you were. How’s the car?” I’d bought Mike a new Range Rover a few months back because I didn’t trust the rusty contraption he was driving. I was terrified over him driving it. Especially with Marie as a passenger.

  “Yeah, it’s good. I’m going fishing next weekend, and my gear fits in it much better.”

  I winced at the idea of his smelly fishing tackle in the back of the pristine car.

  “I can hear your shudder of disgust from here, son,” he sniggered.

  I was about to reply when I heard Marie asking for the phone, before her voice came on the line.

  “It must be my birthday, and I’ve forgotten,” she joked.

  “Huh?”

  “Brie called earlier and now my boy. Twice in one week.” I could hear the smile in her voice. Even though Marie was no relation, she called me her boy, and introduced me to people along with Brie as if we were siblings. It was a heady feeling, being wanted by her. She was truly a woman I loved with all my heart. Marie had believed in me, and when I had announced I would be taking over Stone Industries, I had been nervous about telling her, but she hugged me and said that regardless of what I chose to do in life, I would succeed. I’d hated my life growing up. My own parents chose drugs and sex over me. But the logistics of the business and the money fascinated me. Plus, if I was entirely honest with myself, a part of me wanted to succeed my dad. To prove all Stones weren’t losers. Also, it allowed me to thank Marie properly. She and Mike never wanted for anything, I made sure that, even though Mike still worked. I would always provide for them.

  “How is the brat doing?” I asked with my usual affection. It had been weeks since I had spoken to Brie.

  “Driving me crazy as usual.” She laughed. Marie and Brie often clashed. I personally think it’s because they’re so alike. “How’s Sam?”

  “Driving me crazy.” I huffed. “He cajoled me into hiring the most
insufferable secretary. She has zero respect for authority.” Or personal space. But then again I had completely invaded her space and pushed boundaries beyond comprehension today in the bathroom. Show me a man who would resist, with all those lush curves, wet creamy skin, and that killer backside. The image of her sliding her hands over her body while I watched, her perfect mouth forming an O as she came on her fingers had played on torturous repeat in my mind all day. My cock strained against my lounge pants, tenting the fabric and begging to feel her wet pussy slide down the shaft.

  “Lawson? Did you hear me?”

  I startled when Marie’s voice entered my conscious mind. Guilt muddied my lust when I realised I was sporting wood when talking to the closest thing I had to a mother.

  “Sorry, I was a little distracted. Can I call you back?” I begged off the call and jumped from the couch and strode toward the stairs. I needed some time alone in the shower to take care of this boner.

  Miss Warner would not best me. No woman ever had.

  Thursday. Almost the weekend. One more day. I couldn’t explain how much I needed those two days away from Lawson. But before I could relax, kick my shoes off, and pull on my leggings and baggy t-shirt, I had my very first casting session. The man was trying his damndest to shock me into quitting by bringing me into the session. He had yet to learn I was a stubborn mule. He’d watched me masturbate and left me feeling dirty and cheap. But his attitude following the shower incident soon clouded my shame and turned it to pure rage. The man was insufferable. I refused to allow him to shame me. Admittedly I had crossed a line using his shower, when the ones in the gym were available. It was rude and I regret that, but I wasn’t causing any harm. His response was ridiculous. Lawson Stone is an intolerable arsehole.

  I was a little hesitant about the casting though. Some of performances in the studio office had me fighting a blush more than once, and I still hadn’t gotten over the shock of the toy cupboard. I had no idea so many sex toys existed, but I’d be damned if I allowed Stone to know that. Most of what I conveyed to the world was bravado. In reality, I was nursing a broken heart and a daily battle with loneliness. Especially seeing as it was becoming more apparent Lacey was avoiding me. I’d asked if she wanted to grab lunch with me, and she had said she was skipping lunch due to an extended filming. However, when I had gone for a coffee, she was sitting at a table eating with a gorgeous brunette who I’d seen her doing girl-girl scenes with. Lacey had made some lame embarrassing excuse and left the room quickly. My stomach hurt at the thought my best friend hated me working here with her. She had been so cold and distant since my interview and that wasn’t at all like her.

  The casting room was relatively large. In my mind I had an image that it would be some dingy little box room with a table and leather couch and small camcorder set up waiting for the action. It was a large studio room, set up in sections. The first half had a bare wood floor and chunky wooden furniture. The huge desk where Lawson stood was more like a bucolic workbench. He had numerous tablets and a laptop open. The couch was black leather though, which made me smile a little. The coffee table was a dark walnut chunk of tree. It was so natural in this area, in complete contrast to the elegant bedroom set over by the far wall.

  Stone was arranging things between his media devices. Every so often he would hold his hand in the air and watch the screen before letting it fall. I had no clue what he was doing. There was a small camera set up in front of the couch, which would easily seat around ten people. My gaze kept wandering to the far side of the room to the queen-sized bed with a dove grey comforter. It looked incredibly comfortable. There was a grey quilted ottoman at the foot of the bed and soft lighting above. It seemed more at place in a romance movie than in a porn film.

  A large beverage dispenser stood in the far corner away from either set, And beside it was a table with freshly prepared food, which Stone had me order earlier. At Stone Industries they liked to provide for their performers. Even prospective ones.

  “This is a casting couch? A real life porn casting couch?” I joked. Stone was his usual stoic, miserable self, whereas Sam was smiling at me like I was some comedy act. His unruly hair was in a tousled mess, more so than usual. Like he’d just jumped out of bed, adorned the devilish attire to lure unsuspecting women into his sexy lair. Jesus, the man could make preppy look sinful.

  “I assure you the talent will perform on there,” Stone grumbled. He glanced up at the ceiling watching numerous stage lights flickered on and off. Following his line of sight, I saw tiny lights pointed around the room. There would be very little space not covered by them.

  “Is it clean?” I questioned, glancing down at it dubiously. “The last thing I want is to sit in crusty sex juice.”

  Sam guffawed, and I cracked a smile, knowing my description was immature and silly.

  “Impeccably,” snapped Stone. Like the idea was preposterous. He notably did not find me humorous.

  “So they just come in, show you the goods, you hire them or not, and then they go to the sex room for filming?” I asked running my fingers over the cool leather.

  “Sex room?” Lawson repeated.

  Sam ran his thumb over his mouth and his blue eyes sparked with mirth. “It is a studio, Miss Warner. Not a sex room. You make it sound like some torrid brothel.”

  “If the shoe fits,” I taunted, knowing it would drive Lawson insane. It was insane what the tensing of his jaw did to my lady bits. I would gladly use that face as a sex toy.

  Sam wandered over to the couch and slumped down. His long legs stretched out in front of him like he was sitting down to watch a game of football and drink beer, not watch men and women fuck on camera.

  I gingerly sat beside him, holding the edges of my skirt so I wouldn’t inadvertently flash my boss. Stone was staring down at his tablet sliding his finger over the screen. Small creases lined his forehead while he concentrated on his task. He would check another tablet screen before using the laptop. He looked like a tech genius up there. King of his empire. It seemed he was working away furiously at the technical side of the interview while Sam slouched beside me as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

  “So he does the tech stuff. What do you do? Are you the physical guy? Is it your job to lie here and get taken advantage of? Do you have the tiresome task of having your member sucked?” I said, pressing my shoulder into him for a teasing nudge, but he was lightning fast, and had his arm around my waist and the other under my knees, lifting me to straddle his lap. I yelped, trying to grab the flimsy material of my skirt. I knew I’d failed epically when I could feel the fabric of Sam’s trousers scraping against the backs of my bare thighs. My back to his chest, my legs bent against his thighs. It was the most awkward position I had ever been in. And his tight hold on my stomach and around my shoulders had me hostage.

  “You are a tyrant.”

  “And you can’t be talking about my member being sucked. A man can’t hear those words and stay unmoved. Not coming from this mouth.” He pressed the pad of his finger to my lip, slipping it in so his nail scraped over my bottom teeth. His stubble scraped against my cheek and neck. His breath feathered over my cleavage. I could only stare ahead at Lawson, the brooding man in front of me.

  “He won’t like it,” I whispered.

  “The only thing he will hate is that we’ll be interrupted shortly.” Sam pressed his lips close to my ear, stroking his fingers from my mouth down over my collar bone. His knuckles teased at the small V of my shirt against my bare flesh. His fist opened and roughened fingertips slipped beneath the fabric. His other palm brushed over my stomach before possessively holding my hip. “If I know Lawson, he would like nothing more than for me to slide my hand up these creamy thighs, under this tiny skirt to reveal what is hidden beneath.”

  I gasped when he did exactly that. I slapped my hand over his, pulling my skirt down. I glanced frantically at Stone, waiting for his disapproval. But he hadn’t even noticed. A part of me hated and loved that. A decadent shive
r raced down my spine at the thought of Lawson watching Sam finger me. I wanted to see his expression as he watched another man pleasure me.

  “You like Lawson watching you. Do you want me to fuck you here, in front of him? Do you want him to disapprove? Or get so hard he has to take his cock out and cum all over these pretty tits, while I’m inside you?” Sam rasped in my ear, moving his fingers so they brushed against the heaving mound of my breast. I could feel his chest vibrate against my back with each deep rumble of his words.

  I bit my lip to prevent the soft whimper his words caused. I squeezed my knees against his thighs, needing some kind of friction. My core was throbbing, my nipples ached, and my mouth was desperate to taste Lawson, not the man beneath me.

  “Are you ready, little thing?”

  “Sam,” I gasped, closing my eyes as his hand moved farther into my shirt. He toyed with the lace of my bra. His other hand remained under my skirt, stroking a maddening teasing pattern on my inner thigh. I glanced over my shoulder to Sam. His eyes had turned an alluring royal blue. His lips were plump and red. I twisted and cupped his cheek. He was so beautiful. This close it was devastating.

  “Why are you doing this?” I questioned, closing the distance between us.

  “You don’t belong to him yet.” He was transfixed by my mouth. His words were like a knife in the chest.

  You don’t belong to him yet.

  Belong to who?

  I opened my mouth to argue that no one would own me. Ever. Sam’s lips ghosted a path against my neck.

  “Stop.” Echoed the deep baritone of Stone’s voice.

  I sat up a little straighter and Sam pressed his forehead to my back between my shoulder blades. “Fuck. One more second. That’s all I needed.”

  “Not her mouth,” Lawson stated. I turned my head to see he wasn’t even looking at us. His head was still bowed, looking down at the screens.

  “How —” I started, a little bemused.

  “The rules are in play.” Sam hummed, as he sucked the soft skin behind my ear. I tried to relax into it because the sensation was delicious. But my mind reeled at what had just transpired.