Page 34 of Good Girls Beg

Teddie had arrived home. Yes, I was aware she didn’t think about my house as her home yet. That was another thing we'd have to work on.

I glanced at the time. It was close to midnight. I should have finished working hours ago, but I couldn't rest while she was still out at her fathers' bar. I would have preferred to have her home in bed hours ago, but these were feathers I did not try to clip. Yet.

I waited for the footsteps to disappear and her door to close before I opened my laptop and turned on the camera in Teddie's bedroom. The one I'd hidden inside her teddy bear, that now conveniently perched on her desk.

She'd placed it on a table beside the bed. Would she notice it had been moved? If she did, I'd put it down to Shannon needing to clean. Dust on a table beside the bed wasn't good for anyone's health. I didn't need Oak, with his obsession with all of that shit, to explain that to me. He'd already made it clear to Shannon that if she left a speck of dust or mold anywhere in the house, she'd be out on her ass. As if she was his employee and not mine.

Teddie asked me why her room was like her childhood bedroom, but hadn't pressed the question. If she had, I could have told her the camera was installed while the teddy bear was still there. Through that, I'd had a good look at her room before designing the one here.

Would I have been that frank with her? Absolutely not. The point was irrelevant now anyway, she hadn't asked.

I leaned forward and watched her step into her room and place her bag beside the door. Her laptop and phone, she put carefully on the desk beside the teddy bear. Of course she'd take good care of those. She probably thought I'd make her pay for them if they were broken.

I smiled to myself. The woman didn't know me yet, but she would. She could break a million phones, and I'd buy her a million new ones. Of course I would. I needed to be able to contact her whenever I wanted. And vice versa. She hadn't reached that stage yet, but she would.

She walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, rummaging through the underwear in there.

My shoulders stiffened. She didn't pull out any panties and put them on. If she had in the next ten minutes, she would have broken the rules. Would I have confronted her and called her out on it? Since only she and I would have known, I might have let it slide. With conditions, of course. Everything had to have its price.

She closed the drawer and opened the bottom one. Crouched down in front of it, her bare thigh was on display. Her legs were so long, my mouth went dry. She'd look incredible in a pair of heels and nothing else. Her hair loose and wild around her face. Her nipples puckered, pussy slick for me.

My cock hardened, aching to be closer to her. Inside her.

I placed my palms on the cool wood of the desk and breathed in and out slowly. Forcing my thoughts to slow and my body to remain in control. Acting rashly was not in my nature and I didn't want to start now. This woman was going to test me in every way possible. I intended to pass every test.

She reached into the drawer and pulled out a box, tore it open, and let the contents spill onto her hand. Her eyebrows rose as she took in the vibrator in the shape of a stick of lipstick.

Her tongue protruding slightly, she teased off the lid, revealing the bright red stimulator that really did look like lipstick, if a bit larger. The color would look perfect on my cock. Had she seen lipstick in the bathroom in the exact same shade? I suspected she had. I'd find an excuse for her to wear it.

She turned the vibrator on, smiling as it hummed.

I ignored the thump of the half-dead organ in my chest. Anyone who knows me would say I was incapable of feeling love. That control was more important to me. I forced myself to remember that. Control was something I excelled at. Love was alien, it made us vulnerable. Vulnerability was too easy to exploit. I'd seen it too often before. Fuck knows I'd done it myself more times than I could count. No one would ever accuse me of being a saint.

Teddie turned the toy up a couple of settings before climbing onto her bed and pulling her skirt up to her waist.

From the angle of the camera, I had an excellent view of her perfect pussy, already glistening with her arousal.

I watched without blinking, committing every inch of her to memory, right down to her rear hole. I'd fuck her there soon too.

She placed the toy between her legs, angling it so it was pressed against her clit.

"Good girl," I whispered.

I undid the front of my pants and pushed them down, wrapping my hand around my cock to pull it out. Slowly working myself as I watched her move the toy around her pussy.

She turned it up, making it hum louder. Her hips bucked, slowly, mesmerizing. She tugged down the front of her shirt, exposing one of her breasts before she placed her hand over it, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

I wanted that to be my mouth, sucking her nipple between my lips and tasting her. This torture would have to do for now.

Was she thinking about me? She might be picturing Oak or Fade. Imagining one of them fucking her. Maybe both of them. One in her pussy and the other in her mouth.

I shoved the thought away. The only thing that mattered right now was her. Her body and what I would to do to her. I’d slide my cock inside her sweet little pussy, replacing the vibrator with my tongue.

I was tempted to head upstairs and make that reality, but there would be time for that later. Instead, I stroked myself, inching closer and closer to orgasm right along with her.

"Be a good girl and come with me," I said softly.

Her eyelids flickered as though she heard me speak. She couldn't have. The distance between my office and her room was too great, and the blood rushing through her ears would have obscured the sound. Perhaps it was instinct, somehow knowing I was watching, fucking my hand as she pleasured herself.