Page 106 of The Billionaire Is Back

Then she walks out of view.

Bad girl. Very bad. “Hey. I can’t see you.”

I swipe through the camera views until I find the stairwell. She’s holding on to the railing, stepping slowly. Instead of punishing her by turning the thing off again, I switch it to Beast Mode.

Claire screams, her spine goes straight as an arrow, and she grips onto the railing with both hands. “What is that?!”

“Karma. Keep moving.”

I take it back to tapping. She shakes her head and giggles as she walks the rest of the way down the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“I put the…the whatsit…the laundry in the…the laundry room already,” she barely manages to say. I swipe to the living room camera. There she is. Holding on to the wall for support. “Do that vigorous one again,” she says with a whiny voice I’ve never heard from her before. “Please.”

“We’ll work back up to that if you’re a good girl.”

She frowns up at the camera and then stomps across the room, through the dining room, to the kitchen and into the laundry room. I catch up with her through the security cameras. She’s tossing panties and sweatpants and pajamas into the washing machine.

I try out Rock Me Ima Deus Mode.

Seriously, who came up with these names?

Claire looks like she is hit with a jolt of electricity. A jolt that she likes very much. She cries out and then moans.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.”

“You stay in view so I can see you.”

She rubs her lips together, nodding, eyes closed, gripping the edge of the washing machine.

“You need to add the detergent now.”

She sighs and nods, reaches for the detergent, pours some into the dispenser drawer, slams it shut, and jabs at the control buttons.

“Okay. Now get back to the living room.”

I switch it back to Smooth Operator Mode. She gasps and does as I tell her to do.

I’m there in the living room, watching her, before she arrives. “Stop right there.”

She does.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

She slowly lowers herself to a kneeling position on the rug, facing the camera. Then she angles herself away from the camera more when she gets onto her hands and knees, so I can see the curve of her amazing round ass. Her thighs and knees are locked together as she rocks her hips front and back, back and forth, side to side.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I’m gripping my cock harder, stroking with more intensity. If this were a setting, it would be Rub It.

“So good,” she moans.

“You want more?”

“Yes. Please,” she says, a satisfying desperation creeping into her voice.

I spend more than a few seconds on Yes, Daddy. I’m having trouble working the app given how hard I’m pumping my dick. I’m matching her Yes, Daddy with a Yes, Ma’am.

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