Page 88 of Bloody Vows
I pull up the video, telling myself I’m just doing my due diligence. But it’s nothing but an excuse to view what I’m pretty sure I saw in the frames.
The moment the video starts to play, my cock hardens instantly. There in front of me is a video of my wife, her yellow sundress tugged up around her hips, panties pushed to one side, fingers working busily between her thighs. Her head is tipped back, a look of pure pleasure written across her face, and I’m fuckingachingby the time I’ve watched five minutes of it.
When she pulls down her dress, freeing her perfect breasts, I feel pre-cum drip down my length, an insistent throbbing pulsing through it.
It’s all I can do to not get my cock out and stroke it while I watch my wife play with her perfect pussy in front of me, but an idea is forming in my head. Becausethis… this can’t go unpunished.
I gave her rules about this. Instructions not to touch herself or make herself come without permission. And the fact that any one of my security team could have seen this video?—
Just the thought makes me want to go and carve out their eyes on the chance that they might have seen my wife touching herself. That one of them might get off tonight thinking about her.
She’smine. The thought throbs through my head, in time with the insistent pulse in my dick, and I reach for my phone, sending Simone a text just as I see her mouth fall open and hear my name spill from her lips.
Tristan…
Fuck. I close my eyes, fighting the urge to come in my suit trousers without ever having touched myself. I’m on the fucking brink just fromwatchingher, from hearing her, like I’m a goddamn teenager all over again.
I can’t help but wonder if she’ll ignore my text, despite the fact that I said I needed her in my office, no questions asked or argument, right now. If there’s anything I know about Simone, it’s that she hates being told what to do. But if she doesn’t show up in five minutes…
I’m going to find her and fuck her in whatever room she happens to be in.
I almost sigh in relief when I hear her footsteps outside of the office. She walks in a moment later without bothering to knock, and I look up as I replay the video, my cock throbbing all over again at the sight of her in the tight black bike shorts and tank top that she’s wearing.
“You wanted to see me?” she arches an eyebrow, clearly wondering what it is that I need so badly, and I crook a finger at her.
“Come here,célie.”
She hesitates, hearing the tone of my voice, and I see her narrow her eyes.
“Close the door behind you.”
She purses her lips, but does so, not moving any closer. A moment later, the sound of her moans spills out over my speakers, and her face instantly hardens.
"Seriously?" she snaps, her voice sharp with irritation. "You called me down here while you're watching porn?"
I can't help but laugh at that. "It's not porn."
"Then what—" She stops mid-sentence as I turn the screen toward her, as she recognizes the room, the couch, herself. The color drains from her face, only to be replaced by a furious blush a few seconds later. "Oh my God."
The smirk on my lips grows. "Oh my God is right."
"You were watching me?" Her voice is biting, accusing, and I can see the mortification in her eyes.
"I was reviewing security footage from today. Imagine my surprise when I found this little gem." I sit back, the video still playing. On my screen, Simone tugs down her dress, her hand still working between her legs.
"Turn it off,” Simone snaps.
"I don't think so." I pause just long enough for her to hear herself crying out my name as she comes, before I start the video over again. Simone looks as if she wants to disappear into the floor.
"Tristan, please?—"
“That’s what you just moaned while you came, yes.” I’m enjoying this far too much, considering the fact that my wife was pleasuring herself for anyone to see.
“Tristan.” My name comes out through gritted teeth. “This isn’t fucking funny?—”
“You’re right.” I shut off the video abruptly. “It isn’t funny. Do you know what this means?" I stand up, moving around the desk toward her. "It means my security team had footage of my wife pleasuring herself in one of the rooms of this house. It means every one of my guards who monitors these feeds could potentially see this. That they might have already seen it. That one of them might be fucking his fist right now thinking aboutmy wife."
She starts to back up, but I’m faster. I grab her around the waist, spinning her around and backing her against the desk.Her eyes go wide as I crowd against her, letting her feel the hard length of my cock against her smooth thigh.
