He Sees You When You’re Sleeping Read Online Alta Hensley

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I swallow hard, my body responding to his words.

Go on, I type, my heart racing.

I’d tie your wrists, not too tight, but enough to make you feel restrained. Vulnerable. At my mercy. Then I’d explore every inch of your body with my hands, my mouth. Tasting you. Teasing you. Building you up slowly until you’re quivering, desperate for release.

I squeeze my thighs together, feeling a familiar warmth building.

And then? I prompt, switching to voice command for . . . ease.

Then, when you’re on the edge, when you can’t take it anymore, I’d spank you. Hard. Just once. The shock of it would ripple through your body, heightening every sensation.

I let out a shaky breath, realizing I’ve been holding it.

Keep going, I dictate.

I’d alternate between gentle caresses and sharp slaps, never letting you know what’s coming next. Then my fingers would lace around your throat. I’d tighten them enough to make you gasp, to feel that edge of danger. Your pulse would race under my fingertips as I whispered in your ear, telling you exactly what I was going to do to you next. That I was going to fuck you so hard. Spread your pussy with my cock until you screamed out my name.

I stare at the screen, my body flushed and clammy at the same time. WinterWatcher’s words have painted such a vivid picture, I can almost feel his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck. I’m breathing heavily, aroused beyond belief.

I let out a soft moan, my hand unconsciously moving to my breast, pretending it’s his.

Promises, promises, I somehow am able to say even though my throat tightens.

Do something for me, he types.

I hesitate. What do you want me to do? I ask, my heart racing.

Take off your clothes, WinterWatcher replies. I want to imagine you sitting there, naked, as we talk.

I’m surprised he’s not asking me to turn on the camera.

No camera, he adds as if reading my mind. Just you and me . . . and our fantasies.

I pause, considering his request. The alcohol in my system makes me feel bold, reckless even. Without overthinking it, I stand up and start to undress, my fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons of my jeans.

As I slip off my jeans and pull my top over my head, the cool air of the room caresses my bare skin, making me shiver slightly. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, then slide off my panties. I’m completely naked now, exposed and vulnerable in a way I’ve never been before during my Dark Secrets sessions. Even though the camera isn’t on, I get this feeling as if he’s somehow watching. The fantasy of him doing exactly that—watching—heightens my arousal to an even higher degree.

I sit back down in front of the computer, my heart feeling as if it’s two sizes too big. Done, I say, my body feels . . . hot.

Good girl, WinterWatcher replies. Now spread your legs. Wide.

I slowly spread my legs, feeling alive and beyond turned on.

They’re spread, I reply, licking my dry lips.

Perfect, he says. Now, I want you to touch yourself. Slowly.

Chapter Seventeen

Jack

Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.

I swore to myself over and over that I’d resist the urge to log on to the hidden nanny cam. I swore that even though I installed it, I wouldn’t watch her.

And yet, here I am.

The soft glow of my laptop screen illuminates my guilty face as I stare at the live feed.

There she is, sitting in front of her computer, chatting with me but knowing that I am WinterWatcher, and slowly moving her hand between her legs.

I stare at my phone where I’ve been chatting with her—username: BlackAsChlo.

I know it’s her. She just doesn’t know I know.

My finger hovers over the X to close the window, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m transfixed, watching her every move like some digital voyeur.

The guilt gnaws at me, but the thrill of this forbidden knowledge is heady with lust. I watch as she leans back in her chair, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

Take off your clothes, I type. I want to imagine you sitting there, naked, as we talk. No camera. Just you and me . . . and our fantasies.

I don’t want her to go live so everyone can see her. I want her all to myself. Alone with my secret camera stealing this scene before me.

My heart races as I watch her comply, slowly undressing even though no one is technically watching—that she is aware of. She thinks she’s alone, and yet she still does what I ask.

She sits back down in front of the computer. Done, she types.

Good girl, I reply. Now spread your legs. Wide.

She slowly spreads her legs, performing like a true submissive would.

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