Page 51 of Property of Necro
“Yeah. It’s right beside yours.”
“What do you mean it’s right beside mine?”
“That stubborn asshole didn’t tell you, huh?”
“Tell me what?”
“You have three doors in your room, right?”
“Yes.”
“One is to the hall. The other is to your bathroom. The other leads directly into Necro’s.”
“What? I thought that was just a closet or something.” When I asked Necro about it, he pretended not to listen, which is par for the course when dealing with him.
“Ask him about it,” Rot suggests.
Fidgeting with the hem of my t-shirt, I bark a short, dry laugh. “Ha. Right. I can’t ask him anything. The man barely looks at me. He definitely won’t speak to me.”
“Ask a camera.”
I frown. “Why would I do that?”
“Who do you think watches all the camera feeds?”
“Necro does?” I guess, based on how he’s talking.
Rot snaps his fingers. “Bingo, Red. Every day we fuck in my bedroom, he’s watchin’.” Walking over to the darkest corner of his office, Rot points to something with a glowing red light. I can’t see what it is, but I can guess.
“So, there’s one in here, too,” I comment for no real reason other than for it to sink in that Necro observes my every move. That means all those conversations in the privacy of Rot’s bedroom weren’t so private. Same for the hate sex with Coffin in the basement. Cooking with Mama. Everything.
“They’re everywhere. The only people with a direct line to all the feeds are me and Necro, and Mama if he wants to see ‘em, which he don’t.”
“Is there one in my bedroom?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Figures.
“He watches us have sex?” I check because, apparently, I’m a nitwit who needs further clarification.
“Every day.”
“But why?” I chew my bottom lip.
Rot shrugs as if he doesn’t have an explanation beyond the obvious. “That’s what he does. He watches.”
To prove a point, a smug grin transforms Rot’s too-handsome face as he saunters over to his squeaky desk chair, shucks his pants down to his ankles, exposing his thick, ready-to-play shaft, and sits down.
He waves me forward. “Come here, Good girl, and ride my dick for our prez. Show him how much you like it.”
Equal parts excitement and anxiety war inside my chest and swirl around in my belly like a tidepool as I do as I’m told. Slowly removing Necro’s shirt, I rest it on the edge of Rot’s desk, turn around, push up onto my tiptoes to meet his height, grab the base of his cock, and sit on it. The glide is glorious. Eyes rolling into the back of my skull, lips parted, I moan all the way down. It feels so damn good to have him inside me, and even better knowing Necro might be watching. Voyeurism is hot.
Fingers threaded behind his head, relaxing like he has all the time in the world, Rot lets me set the pace.
My tits bounce as I grind on his cock, and when I moan, I moan for them both.
“That’s it, Good girl. Show him how much you want him,” Rot grits.
