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My current curiosity belonged to Elias. He was the perfect, arrogant prince of his small, modern kingdom. A penthouse suite protected by layers of steel and, most deliciously, a web of high-definition security cameras. He was a man who believed in control, which meant he feared observation most of all.
I was the only one who truly saw the fissures in his flawless exterior, the things he typed only when he thought the Wi-Fi was off, the desires he locked away when the moon turned cold. This information was my leverage, far more potent than any rotten apple or ill-gotten jewel. I knew what I wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.
Milking Information From My Arrogant Prince
“Darling Elias,” I purred one evening, cornering him in the golden glow of the living room, where the tiny lens of his indoor camera blinked faintly. I reached out and traced the line of his jaw. “What if we played a little game where you give me the code to your cameras and I get to watch you whenever I wish?”
His eyes were heavy with the conflict between his need for privacy and his desperate, aching desire to please me, and only me. “I only ask for the one key you keep most guarded,” I whispered, leaning in so the sound was only a breath against his ear. “Because you know how it makes me so…fucking…wet…to watch you when you least expect it.”
He hesitated only for a moment then took my phone, his hands shaking slightly as he navigated the security app. I reached down and unzipped his pants, releasing his hard cock from its fabric prison and then licking it like a lollipop. He moaned as he typed in the lengthy, arcane string of numbers and letters—the password to his private world, the digital key to his gilded cage. “You will see everything, though,” he confessed, his voice rough, a thrilling mix of arousal and terror. “Everything…”
I lifted my head and took the phone from his hands. The digital feed was already connected, the instant view of his own living room suddenly glowing on my screen. I smiled as I wached us on his couch through my phone, his hard cock sticking straight up as I held it in a ready position. “Exactly, Darling,” I purred into his ear. “Now my beautiful prince belongs to the camera, and the camera belongs to me.” After all, the darkest power is held by the one who is always watching.
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