“Come here.” He brings me forward a step until I’m standing between his knees.
Lightly, he trails his fingertips over the scar running from just below my belly button down to my pubic bone.
Even though it’s been three years, and I’ve used every cream under the sun, it’s still raised and dark in contrast to my skin. An ugly reminder of an even uglier time.
“It was an emergency c-section. The doctors didn’t make it look pretty. There wasn’t time.” My breath shakes.
He drags his eyes up to mine. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. This only proves how strong you are, how amazing you are.”
He leans forward, replacing his touch with a gentle kiss.
“Here, sit in my lap.” He spins me around by my hips and pulls me onto the lush chair with him. “Now spread your legs as wide as you can, so we can both see your pussy.”
I freeze at his word choice.
We?
“Don’t move.” He slaps his hand onto my thigh, gripping me harshly.
“Who can see us?” I tense. He’d said we were alone, but are we really?
“No one.” He rubs away the slight sting. A red splotch is left behind. “Look straight ahead, Vee. In the window.”
Across the vast living room is the exterior wall. Floor to ceiling windows overlook the heart of the city.
Lights twinkle in the windows of surrounding buildings, and at first, all I can see is the city skyline, but then I focus closer. We’re mirrored in the glass.
He stares at me through the reflection as he lifts my left leg and drapes it over his, spreading me open for him.
“No, don’t close up. I want to watch you.” He brings my hand between my thighs, placing it over myself. “Touch yourself.”
“I don’t…” Before I can refuse him, he slaps my thigh again, harder, sharper this time, making me yelp.
“Are you going to be a bad girl tonight, Vee?” His question comes out so calmly, if I didn’t know him better, I wouldn’t understand the warning glaring at me through the words.
“No.”
He sighs. Slaps me again.
“No, sir!” I amend quickly.
“Then spread your legs again and play with your pussy for me.” He taps my left leg.
Covering my hand with his own, he presses my fingertips into my clit, rubbing in a perfectly pressured circle. My eyelids drift closed, and I lean back into his chest.
“Watch in the window.” He nudges me with his chin. “I want you to see how beautiful you are, playing with your sweet pussy for me.”
Unable to disobey him, I find our images in the window again. Not long ago I would have denied him everything. Doing his bidding wouldn’t have even been a consideration for me.
Now, draped open like this on his lap, watching our hands mingle over my body, feeling life being breathed back into my soul, I can’t seem to deny him anything.
His smile, his approving touch, the sweet words of pride that he utters…I chase them down, eager for the next word of praise.
I’m not sure how it’s happened, but here we sit.
“Such a pretty girl,” he whispers into my ear as he removes his hand from mine. “Keep playing, that’s a good girl. Get your pussy nice and wet for me. Such a good girl.”
I moan; it’s lustful and prideful, and it escapes me without hesitation as he cups my breast.
