You can’t take it anymore. Just days after draining yourself in Vika, the need for relief again is too much. You tear your boxers off and reach so frantically for lube you nearly miss the sound coming from your software.
“Daddy! Oh, Daddy.”
You’re frozen in place. Ashley. Her voice, relayed in real time. You dive for the laptop you’d tossed carelessly across the bed and wrench it open with shaking hands. You’d never pay a cent for pornography but this? This footage is already worth every single dollar of the thousands you’d spent setting up your surveillance suite.
Ashley lies topless on her bed, spread-eagle with both hands between her thighs. Under the light from her nightstand her skin glows a burnished caramel and glistens with her sweat. Her ample breasts are soft orbs almost pale in color from her tan lines, tipped with those peaked dusky nipples you’d spied under her soaked dress the first day. She takes her sweet time slipping a finger beneath the dark fabric of her boy shorts before kicking them off. You get just a glimpse of her bare pussy- two toned, both dark and pink- before she begins to pleasure herself in earnest.
It’s the most erotic sight you’ve ever seen. You lube up and immediately start pumping into your hand.
“I’m here, Daddy,” gasps Ashley. “Don’t look at Claire. Look at me.”
Consumed by her fantasy of you, Ashley plunges two fingers to the root inside herself. You’re already not too far from blowing. Somehow you find the sheer presence of mind to not storm next door and plow her to completion whether she’ll let you or not.
“Tell me I’ve been a bad girl.”
“You’ve been a bad girl,” you murmur.
She moans. For a moment you’re afraid she’s heard you, but just enough logic kicks in to know the walls aren’t so thin. Regardless, she continues by bringing her other hand to rub the top of her mound.
“Make me want to be good for you, Daddy. Punish me.”
A vicious pleasure jolts from your spine straight to your cock. You picture yourself on the bed with her right this instant, flipping her over to alternate stinging blows on her prone ass with fierce thrusts into her sopping pussy and the fertile womb beyond it. Her breathy gasps turn to orgasmic squeals. You can hold it no longer and explode in searing ecstasy as she does.
When the haze of pleasure clears you resolve not to do this again. Information was the main goal of your surveillance, not voyeurism, you remind yourself. You cannot afford to make these masturbation sessions a habit lest your addictive nature lull you into settling for such a poor substitute for the real thing. Nor can you let Kristen’s sudden appearance distract you from the bird in hand. Sexual control of Ashley is well within reach now. You’ve found a welcoming crack in her psyche, an inroad and invitation to conquer. Like most of your fucktoys with daddy issues, she craves your authority as much as your physical presence.
And now you have a green light to make her upcoming punishment one that will give you the reins to both her mind and body.