I couldn’t help but laugh. “You could’ve mentioned you don’t like scotch.”
“I didn’t know I didn’t like it.” She looked sheepish as she set her glass on the side table. “Until now.”
I kept my eyes trained on her as my next question formed. I purposely held off, letting some of the anticipation grow while she stared back at me.
“You’re thinking something dirty, aren’t you?” she teased, her hooded eyes flashing with heat.
“That’s a safe assumption, sure.”
“What’s on your mind?” She seemed hesitant to get the answer to that.
“I’m coming up with a plan to seduce my pup,” I admitted, watching closely for her reaction.
“Seduce him?” Her tone was cheerful, excited almost. “Like right now? While I’m here?”
“Yes.” I took a sip of my drink. “I think he’s done well today and deserves a reward. What do you think about that?”
Addison’s eyes moved over to Ben and she smiled. “It could be interesting.”
It would be a hell of a lot more than interesting.
“You mentioned you were a voyeur,” I reminded her.
She nodded again, the movement cautious. “I am.”
Being that she had agreed to come over here with us, knowing that I likely had intentions to take some of the edge off the day, I didn’t feel the need to explain what I needed. I was merely curious as to what her reaction would be.
While I had watched her interacting with Ben over dinner, I had come to the conclusion that I would be taking a slight step back in our forward progression. Nothing major, but enough to ensure Addison knew that I was in charge.
“If you think it’ll be too much for you,” I told her, “then I’ll wait until you’re finished with your drink.”
“No.” She giggled. “I’m good.”
To prove it, she kicked off her heels and pulled her feet up beneath her.
“Do you have a problem with that, pup?” His answer probably wouldn’t sway my intentions, but I still wanted to hear from him.
“Not at all, Mr. Parker,” he stated, his desire to submit evident in his eyes. “I’m more than happy to have her watch.”
Fuck. And now it was getting hot in my apartment.
With my gaze locked with his, I nodded. “Strip for me.” I made sure my tone reflected every ounce of my dominance.
His eyes flared, but he set his drink on the end table and got to his feet. He never looked away from me as he slowly began disrobing.
Glancing over at Addison, I noticed she was intently focused on the strip show taking place in my living room.
“He’s rather impressive, don’t you think?” The man’s body made my dick hard.
She swallowed and her words came out on a rough exhale. “Very much so.”
I watched my pup as he shed his clothing, laying everything neatly on the coffee table. When he was finished, he remained standing, all sleek muscle and smooth, dark skin.
I nodded toward the chair. “Take a seat. Stroke yourself while we watch.”
Ben eased back into the chair, wrapping his fist around his giant cock as he stroked himself slowly, leisurely.
“Feisty girl, move over here.” I patted the cushion beside me.
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation on her part.
Not that I’d expected any. Addison was submissive to her core; that was evident in pretty much everything she did. With the exception of her constant need to turn down our generosity when it came to her livelihood.
When we were side by side, I placed my arm over her shoulders and relaxed against the cushions, watching as Ben jacked his dick, his eyes taking us both in. I briefly wondered what he was thinking. I knew he had a deep-seated need to dominate Addison, and since I was taking over—something I was prone to do—I figured he’d have something to say.
However, nothing came out of his mouth and the gleam in his eyes said he was enjoying this as much as I was. Perhaps his need to submit was more intense than his urge to dominate. That was something we’d have to explore in the future. The last thing I wanted was to interfere with his plans. He’d already admitted he would submit to me whenever I required it. I would likely have to learn to squash some of my urges in an effort to give him what he needed.
But not tonight.
“Do you do this often?” Addison asked, her words directed my way, but her eyes never left Ben.
“What? Have him stroke his dick while I watch?”
“Yeah.”
“Whenever it strikes my fancy, yes.” I nodded toward Ben’s cock. “Don’t stop doing that.”
I set my glass on the coffee table and cut my eyes over to the beautiful woman now breathing roughly beside me. “Keep an eye on him for a minute.”
“It would be my pleasure, Mr. Parker.”
Cocking my head to the side, I considered that for a minute. “I like hearing that from you.”
