Page 202 of Love Me Stalk Me
She hesitates. "I'm nervous."
"Why?" I turn the toy on.
She gasps. Her thighs clench.
She's so damn sensitive right now. Perfect.
"Why are you nervous, pretty girl?" My voice would be low even without the modulator at this point.
Her fingers twitch at her sides, and she huffs a little breath. "Because you're watching."
I drag my fingers over my thigh, my own arousal unbearable now. "Exactly," I say. "And I'm going to keep watching until you start doing as you're told."
She exhales shakily, her fingers finally moving. Trailing lightly over her stomach, over her hips, down the curves of her thighs.
She bites her lip, still unsure.
I shut the toy off. She whimpers.
"Tell me what you like about your body."
She blinks. "What?"
"You heard me, pretty girl." I sit back, one arm draped over my thigh, the other lazily holding the remote. "Tell me something you love about your body."
She groans. "Ugh, you sound like a therapist."
I chuckle. If only she knew.
"Humor me," I say smoothly. "Tell me something you like."
She exhales, thinking. "I guess...I like my lips."
"Good."I turn the toy back on—easy, teasing.
She sucks in a breath, her thighs twitching.
"Keep going," I instruct.
She whimpers. "I like my..." Her voice wavers. "I like my eyes, I guess."
"You guess?"
She huffs, squirming. "I like my eyes."
I smile. "There you go. Now keep touching yourself."
Her hands move lower. I increase the vibrations. Her breath catches.
She's so fucking beautiful like this. Writhing, gasping, completely vulnerable—but not in the way that scares her. Not like before. This is different. This is control.
I turn the vibrations higher. She arches.
"Caleb—"
"Tell me what else you love about yourself, pretty girl."
Her chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths.
