Watch Me

Caesar's POV

“Say it,” I ordered, coldly.

Vera swallowed hard, lips parting, trembling as silence filled the air between us. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, and for a moment, I could almost hear the war raging inside her.

“Or don’t,” I whispered, “Either way… I already know what your body’s been begging to tell me.” My hand lingered under her chin, holding her firm yet gentle, my thumb tracing the corner of her lips. Her breath hitched, trembling beneath my touch. “Or don’t,” I said, leaning close so my warm breath ghosted over her skin. “Either way… I already know what your body’s been begging to tell me.”

Her eyes fluttered, lashes heavy, breath catching in uneven gasps. I tilted her chin just a fraction higher, forcing her to meet my gaze, holding her there with quiet dominance.

“That I’m exactly what you’re craving,” I said, my voice low and rumbling, vibrating against her lips. “Even if you don’t want to admit it.”

Her lips parted slightly, helpless, betraying the truth she refused to speak.

A slow, dark smirk tugged at my lips. “You don’t have to say a word,” I murmured, velvety and teasing. “I can already feel it.” My thumb traced the soft curve of her jaw in slow, deliberate strokes. “Your body never lies, Vera.”

Her fingers trembled against her chest, pressed there as if to shield the surrender. I could already see the flush of her skin, the rising heat in her breaths, and the undeniable thrum of want beneath her restraint.

I chuckled low, dark, and rough, a sound that seemed to roll through her. “You don’t need to hide from me,” I murmured, my thumb still stroking her jaw, my gaze traveling slowly down her body, lingering with intent. “Now… take your hands off.”

She froze, chest heaving, eyes wide and searching mine for permission.

“Let me,” I breathed, voice dropping to a velvet murmur that wrapped around her like warmth, thick and possessive. “Let me wash every inch of you myself.”

Vera didn’t move. Her fingers trembled as she kept them pressed to her chest, trying to hide what I could already see.

“Vera,” I drawled as my thumb traced the curve of her jaw, lingering along the line to her throat, feeling the soft tremble beneath my touch.

Her fingers tightened across her chest, knuckles paling.

“Hands,” I ordered, my tone silk-wrapped steel, quieter this time but every word sharp with authority. “Off your chest. Now.”

Vera hesitated, every second a battle between her pride and desire, before finally letting go. Her shoulders slackened, arms dropping to her sides, and skin flushing as a quiet surrender slipped into her breath.

I let my gaze linger, savoring everything, before leaning closer, letting my breath ghost over her ear. “Good girl,” I murmured, the words dark, approving, and caressing.

“Now,” I said, my voice velvet-deep, stepping back just enough to give her space to come beneath the shower nozzle. “Step in.”

Her eyes held mine, torn between pride and submission.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I added with a faint, dangerous smile curling my lips and she obeyed instantly, stepping under the nozzle.

My hands drifted along her sides, ghosting just enough to tilt her chin upward so our eyes met again. “Now,” I said slowly, “Let me be the one to bathe you… every part, every curve. You’ll let me take care of you.” The words were a command but also a dark, seductive invitation.

Her breath hitched, lips parting as a shiver ran through her body. The heat in her gaze, the mix of awe and hunger made my cock twitch in my shorts.

I reached for the shower handle, and she instinctively leaned back, eyes wide, looking up at me as if bracing herself. The subtle defensive movements of her pressing her hands against her chest drove me wild, sharpening the ache of desire coiling through me. Her small, instinctive gestures only made her more intoxicating and nearly impossible to resist.

For a heartbeat, I faltered, captivated by the sight of her innocence warring with her desire. Her chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, each breath a delicious mixture of nerves and quiet defiance. Too innocent, too tempting, she shouldn’t be this enticing, and yet every instinct screamed that she was mine to claim. Maybe bathing with her was a dangerously bad idea.

She flinched slightly, still guarding herself, her gaze locked on my hand, uncertain, almost pleading as she thought I was going to touch her. I twisted the handle, and water burst from the showerhead in a sudden rush, drenching her in a warm cascade. She gasped softly, a small, involuntary sound slipping from her lips as the water ran over her trembling body. Steam curled around us, thick and heady, blurring the edges of the room and leaving the space between us taut with anticipation, every heartbeat heavy with tension.

I pressed my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in without touching, my body shielding her from the spray. Droplets slid from my skin onto hers, tiny, fleeting touches that made her shiver. I looked down, and she lifted her face to meet my gaze, nervous.

My eyes lingered briefly on her cleavage, and the sight of her teasing yet desperately shielding herself makes me go crazy over her. She had no idea what she was doing to me, the way she moved and the way she tried to cover herself only drove my desire for her more higher and as she struggled to guard herself, the more I wanted her.

A low, dark growl rumbled from my chest. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, Vera?” I asked, my other hand pressed against the wall to cage her, while the other hovered at her sides, teasing, coaxing, pulling her tension out until it was almost tangible. My fingers traced just above her skin, following the fine droplets of water without touching. “You’re impossibly tempting… and it’s driving me insane.”

Her breath hitched, eyes wide, a shiver running through her. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, voice trembling, barely above the water’s hiss. “I… I can handle this myself… and it’s not my fault if you can’t control yourself.” Her words faltered as her body betrayed her, betraying a longing she didn’t dare speak.

I stepped closer, my voice dropping low, thick with dominance and intent. “Vera… you’re mine,” I claimed. “By contract… by my claim… by my pleasure. Every part of you belongs to me and right now, I intend to take it, all of it for myself, and you will let me.”

Her knees trembled, the flush of heat spreading across her skin as she steps back from me. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and at last, her voice came, trembling, “Fine… I… I’ll… do what you want,” she murmured, surrendering.

A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at my lips. “Good girl,” I purred, my voice low, velvet-dark, and possessive. “Now… Take your hands away. Let me see all of you. I want to see everything, every curve, every trembling inch. Let me take care of you properly.”

My thumb brushed the edge of her hands that still guarded herself, teasing and coaxing her further. The tension between us crackled, electric, undeniable. She was mine, and I intended to show her exactly what that meant.

She hesitated, a faint shiver rippling down her spine, and my pulse thudded in response. God, the way she resisted, the way her body betrayed her desire. It was driving me wild. Every instinct screamed to close the distance, to drown her in the heat we were creating, yet I held back just enough to let her tremble, let her need to build.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she lowered her hands just slightly, still wary, but giving me the tiniest opening. I leaned close, lips brushing her temple as I whispered, voice low, rough, and demanding: “That’s it… just like that, my irresistible, tempting Vera. Don’t hide from me, I want it all.”

Her breath hitched, fingers hesitating just a fraction before slowly lowering fully, revealing the soft curves she’d been shielding. I caught a sharp inhale escaping her lips as my eyes roamed over her, memorizing the way the water clung to her skin.

“Good… my perfect, irresistible Vera,” I said, “Exactly like that. Every part of you, every tremble… you’re mine.” I added and her breath hitched, eyes flickering up at me.

“Caesar… just let me do it myself,” she said, voice trembling, “You’re only making it harder for both of us.”

I leaned back just slightly, giving her a little space to breathe. My hand drifted to the towel at my waist, tugging it free and letting it fall to the floor. “Stay still,” I ordered, “Or I’ll make it even harder for both of us.”

I drew in a deep breath, forcing my gaze away for just a moment, and my hands went to the waistband of my pants.

Her brows pulled together, her voice trembling soft yet edged with panic, unsure whether to step back or stay exactly where she was. “What… what are you doing?” she asked, her breath catching.

I let my lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile, my gaze heavy, possessive, and unrelenting. “What I should have been doing from the very start,” I responded, each word dripping with dark intent, “Making you feel… exactly what you do to me and I want you to understand, Vera… how impossible you are, how completely you drive me insane.” I explained. “And trust me, Vera,” I added, pausing, my fingers sliding slowly along the waistband of my pants, drawing her attention.

Her eyes flicked down, then back up, fighting to hold her gaze as anticipation pooled in her chest, betraying her despite her struggle. Trembling with a mixture of resistance and desire, she couldn’t keep her face lifted.

I dragged the fabric down slowly as I spoke, “Tonight… you won’t be able to resist me. Not for a single second.”

Slowly, I pulled down my shorts. Her eyes darted downward, though her face fought to stay lifted. The fabric slid down, revealing the hard lines of my lower abs, the V-shaped trail leading down to my most intimate center.

When she instinctively looked away, I leaned closer, and ordered, “Watch me, Vera… And don’t you dare look away. I want you to see, to feel, to understand… how every part of you has this effect on me. Do you feel it, Vera? Do you feel what you do to me?”

Her lips parted, a sharp, involuntary breath escaping as a shiver ran through her. Heat pooled between her thighs, drawn by the intensity I wanted her to understand. She had no idea just how completely she consumed me… but I wanted her to feel the same, every throb, every thrum as I let the last barrier fall.