In His View

[Kinks:Mirror Play, Light Bondage, Slow Seduction]

Ahbee never expected her art class would lead to this.

It started innocently enough—a local figure drawing course meant to help her escape her overworked life. She liked sketching.

She liked quiet.

She didn’t like men staring.

Until he stared.

Luca Vale.

The artist and her mentor. The man with ink-stained fingers and a gaze sharp enough to carve her open.

Ahbee had been his student for two weeks. He never touched her, never said anything inappropriate. But when he watched her, it felt like being undressed, piece by piece.

One night, he asked her to stay behind.

“I want to draw you,” he said. “Not for class, for me.”

She should’ve said no. She didn’t.

She stood in the middle of his loft, light spilling across her skin from a single overhead lamp. Her heart pounded as he guided her to the floor-length mirror beside his easel.

“I want you to watch,” Luca said, low and soft. “See yourself the way I do.”

Her breath caught as he undressed her, letting her clothes fall. Completely bare and exposed.

He didn’t touch her—not at first. He sat back and sketched, charcoal moving fast and rough across the page. His eyes never left hers in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured. “ Stripped down, heart racing, aching to know what it means to be wanted.”

She swallowed hard. “Do you want me?”

Luca rose slowly, closing the distance. He reached out and gently touched her cheek, his fingertips stained but tender.”

“Look at yourself. Do you doubt it?”

He turned her gently toward the mirror.

“Hands behind you.”

Her breath caught, but she obeyed. Slowly she slid her arms behind her back, and he wrapped the silk ribbons around her wrists—tight enough to bind and soft enough to tease.

This wasn’t just control; it was a promise.

Luca moved behind her, his body tall and firm against hers, his hands gliding down her sides. He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing her shoulder, then higher up to her neck, each kiss was slow. She could feel him in every inch of her skin.

“You watch everything, Ahbee.” Every reaction, every touch.”

His fingers traced down her sides, cupping her breasts and rolled her nipples between them , drawing a gasp from her lips.

“Good girl, So responsive.”

One hand slipped between her thighs, finding her wet already .

She whimpered.

“Do you like being watched?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I’m going to make you cum while you stare into your own eyes.”

Without warning, he slid two fingers inside her, slow and deep. Her hips bucked.

“Watch,” he growled. She did. She watched her body twist with pleasure, her lips parting with each thrust of his fingers, her eyes wide with wonder.

Luca kissed her neck again. “You’re going to cum for me.”

He curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

Ahbee cried out, legs trembling, body giving in.

In the mirror, she looked flushed, moaning, hips rolling to meet his rhythm.

Luca kissed her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, whispering filth between each press of his lips.

“I want you to remember this look forever.”

He reached around her waist, thumb circling her clit while he fucked her with his fingers—faster and rougher,

Her legs started to shake.

“I—I’m close—”

His hand tightened in her hair. “Cum for me.”

Eyes wide, mouth open. She moaned out loud as she climaxed hard, her body wracked with pleasure as her knees buckled.

He caught her loosening the silk as he lifted her onto the edge of the chaise.

Luca spread her legs and knelt down.

“I’m not done painting you,” he said with a wicked smile.

You belong on the other side of the mirror now. Mine to draw and mine to destroy.”

Then his mouth was on her pussy—tongue tasting what his fingers had already claimed.

And Ahbee for the first time in her life, didn’t look away.