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“What if I took off your underwear? Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he purred. “Do you want to do that for me now?”

Fumbling in my haste, I shoved my briefs down so they rested just above my knees. It took a moment—and some wiggling—but I managed to kick them off without having to put my phone down.

Holy shit. I was completely naked, and he was fully clothed.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

“What?” I croaked.

“You’re beautiful, Hayden. Now, relax and let me look at you,” he said in that sexy tone that scrambled my brain in the best way possible.

I found myself obeying, the tension bleeding out of me as he dragged his eyes over me hungrily.

“Is it okay that I stay dressed?”

“Yeah. That’s fine.”

Now that he’d reassured me, I kind of loved the power imbalance. Knowing he was in complete control was hot. So was the idea that I was on display for him.

Where the fuck had that come from?

“Relax,” he soothed. “Do you know what safe words are?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re going to use one now. I know it can be hard to say no or stop, so I want you to choose a random word you’ll be able to say, and I’ll treat that the same as no or stop.”

“Um.” I blanked. “Pterodactyl.”

The corners of his lips twitched up in a smirk. “Pterodactyl it is. Now promise me you’ll say something if you feel uncomfortable at all. This will only work if we’re both completely present and enjoying it.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Now I want you to touch your dick. Hold it for me.”

A soft moan escaped my lips as I obeyed, gripping my cock near the base.

“So good,” he murmured. “Now stroke yourself nice and slow. This isn’t about coming. Not yet.”

I hesitated. Did he want to see what I was doing? Or should I keep the camera on my face?

“Do you have a tripod or something?” he asked, breaking the sexy role-play. “It’ll be easier if you don’t have to worry about holding your phone.”

“Um, yeah. Just a sec.” Putting my phone on the comforter, I rolled out of bed and hurried over to my closet.

I bought a tripod a few years ago when I had one of my classes film fake newscasts as part of our unit on war propaganda. It had been sitting in the back of my closet ever since.

When I found it, I brought it to my bed. “I just need a second to set it up,” I said loudly, forgetting that microphones still worked even if you weren’t in the frame.

“Take your time. Gives me a chance to calm down.” He chuckled. “I was getting too excited there. The breather is welcome.”

He’d gotten that turned on just from watching me?

Another boost of confidence helped me focus on the task at hand, and I quickly set up the tripod. The nice thing about this one was that it had an arm on it that could be extended at ninety degrees, so I was able to set it up next to my bed but have the phone in front of me and not off to the side.

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