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I kept thinking about the cameras. I hadn’t seen any in the bathroom, so he wasn’t watching me shower or change or anything like that.
He simply wanted to keep eyes on me.
But… for what?
I reached back and cupped my bottom. There was a very mild soreness left behind from my spanking in the car.
He hadn’t made me come after he’d punished me.
If I was honest with myself, I was a little pouty about that. I glanced back to the bedroom, smirking as a very naughty idea came to mind.
If he wanted to watch me, well, maybe I would give him a show and a really good one at that.
I smirked and rinsed off beneath the spray. I stepped out of the shower, and it shut off behind me automatically. I grabbed one of the nearby towels, noting that it was warm. I dried off a bit before I wrapped myself in its oversized plushness and took a few minutes to brush my hair before walking back out into the bedroom. I squeezed the towel tightly around me and picked up the tablet on the nightstand, dimming the lights and turning on the television to a channel with soft music.
I dropped the towel, angling myself so that Jon would be able to get a full view of my naked body from both the nanny cam and the one embedded in the decorative art on the wall.
I gripped my bottom cheeks in both hands, squeezing them tightly enough to reinvigorate the sting from his hand only a few hours ago. When I let go, I slid my fingers along my hips and drew them upward to cup my breasts. My nipples were already hard and when I brushed my palms over them, a hard shudder of desire passed through me.
I bit my lip, holding back a moan. After a moment, I wondered why I’d done that. It wasn’t like I was trying to keep quiet for anyone. In fact, on the off chance that he could hear me too, I should be making more noise if I really wanted to tease him.
I sat down on the bed and scooted back until my shoulders brushed against the soft gray padding of the quilted headboard. The bed was massive and oversized, just like everything else inside the suite, which made me feel even smaller.
The things Jon could do to me in this bed.
I leaned back and slid my fingers down my belly. What would he do when he saw me touching myself? Would he burst through that door and throw me over his knee? Would he bend me over the bed and fuck me after that?
My core squeezed down hard at the thought.
My fingers finally slipped between my thighs. I leaned back and I could have sworn I heard the nearly silent sound of a camera lens zooming in. I tried to hold back my smile of victory, but I failed and tossed my head to the side instead, hoping that would cover up my gleeful expression enough so that he didn’t see it. I spread my legs apart, showcasing myself toward the camera at the same time.
With a soft sigh, I closed my eyes, deciding to focus on my body rather than everything going on all around me.
I imagined what would happen when he saw me touching myself. He’d probably calmly walk through that door and lean on the frame, watching me until I came or maybe just before I hurtled over the edge so that he could finish the job for me instead.
I was soaking wet. I twirled my fingers over my clit.
The vision of his hard firm gaze passed over my eyes, how even when he punished me, I could feel that he cared for me the entire time, the way my pussy clenched when his voice took a sterner tone.
My fingers worked more quickly, dancing over my needy bud with wild intent.
My legs tensed as I imagined his rough hands on my skin. I chewed my bottom lip, moaning softly as I built my need up higher, knowing full well that he was watching me touch myself when I was thinking about him.
It made my desire spiral that much hotter.
I circled my clit, pressing a bit more firmly now. My other hand reached behind me, clasping my left cheek, and pretending it was his.
Naughty girl. I’m going to have to punish you.
My eyes rolled back in my head as my legs quaked. I kept pressing harder and suddenly every muscle in my body tensed so tightly I thought I would burst. My core collapsed in on itself and I moaned so loudly that it was basically a scream. I rode my fingers through the insatiable bliss, prolonging that single orgasm for as long as I could until it faded into a gentle, very satisfying pulse.
I slid my hand away, lying there languidly for a few moments until I pushed myself back up to a seated position. I glanced fervently at the camera. I wanted to gloat that I’d had an orgasm without him, but I mainly just felt nervous.
He wouldn’t be angry, right? No. That would be ridiculous.
A few minutes passed and my body cooled. I shivered and finally mustered up the courage to climb out of bed and slip on one of the soft fluffy robes that were calling my name from the bedroom closet. I brushed out the tangles in my hair again, feeling a bit sleepier than I had before.
Mission accomplished. I was tired now.
