Vaughan’s hand jerked on the camera. He didn't say anything for a long time. I started to explain, my voice low and seductive. "I want to show him how much I love him. I want him to see what he does to me when I think about him."
Vaughan cleared his throat. He didn't look away. "Sit on the bed, Ms. Angel."
I walked to the center of the room and sat on the edge of the large, plush bed.
"Lay back," he ordered. He wasn't being "Daddy" now. He was being a director—the one I craved. "Peel off those pants. Use your feet to kick them away."
I did.
"Now the panties. Slowly. Don't rush it. I want to see the tension in your thighs."
I reached under, my fingers grazing my skin. I slid the silk down my legs, my eyes never leaving his. I felt the thrill of being under his command again. It had be
