Free The Dom Next Door by Ariel Storm Page B

what seemed like a very long time. He’d never shown me this kind of interest before. In fact, in all the months I’d spent studying him I’d never seen him look my way. I’d wanted him to, but he’d always seemed oblivious of my watching him.
    So why did I suddenly have his rapt attention? It wasn’t because I’d had a nip-slip. My trusty one-piece was still covering all my vital places. Besides, I was shielded by the veil of darkness despite the dim glow coming from the tiki torches. Did he know it was me in the hot tub? Or was he staring because he thought I was someone else?
    The idea that I could be a source of fascination for the sexy Dom was exhilarating. Somehow, imagining that he pictured me as someone else made it even naughtier. My nipples tightened and I knew it wasn’t because of the cool night air caressing the front of my wet bathing suit. Beneath the warm, bubbly water my clit pulsed with need.
    Jack stepped out onto his patio and leaned against the railing. His gaze was still trained on me. I didn’t know what to do under his scrutiny. I’d never been watched before. I’d always been the watcher. The role reversal left me curious, but also uneasy.
    What was I supposed to do in this instance? Did he want me to go about my business in the hot tub, as though he wasn’t following my every move with his gaze? I tried to get a read on what he might want. If the roles were reversed, if I was sitting in my apartment staring at him and found him looking right back at me for a change, how would I want Jack to behave?
    Hadn’t I had numerous fantasies about him putting on a show for me? Hadn’t I wished he’d slowly undress for me, never taking his gaze away from my direction? More times than I could count on both hands I’d watched Jack, willing him to look my way. On more than one occasion I’d hoped he’d strip down to nothing and then grip his thick cock. I’d thought about what I’d do if he brazenly stroked himself while looking at me.
    That fantasy was something I’d played over and over in my mind for months, now it was presenting itself in reverse. Even though the water was warm, it didn’t conceal the slick heat lubricating my pussy. I was soaking wet and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was sitting waist-deep in a hot tub.
    Making my moves slow and deliberate, I reached up and ran my hands down my wet tresses, sliding them down my neck. I glided them over my collarbone and let my fingers graze the sides of my breasts on their downward descent. I looked up, hoping that the smoking hot Dom was still captivated by me.
    In the shadowy light, I watched Jack take one hand off the railing of his patio deck and put it in his pants pocket. Was this it? Was he reaching into his pocket to stroke himself through the thin cotton of his chino trousers?
    A high-pitched chirp cut through my sexual haze. The incessant ringing got louder and I saw light coming from a small, oblong object in Jack’s hand. He’d reached into his pocket not to pleasure himself because of what I’d been doing in the hot tub, but because he’d gotten a call.
    The light from the smartphone’s screen lit the side of his sculpted face as he put the cellular to his ear.
    “This is Jack Riley.”
    His voice was as smooth and rich as the finest milk chocolate. Since he’d used his full name, he must’ve taken a business call. I’d overhead enough of his sexual escapades to know that Master Jay was what his subs called him. Either that or Sir. Jack turned and went inside his apartment. He closed the French doors behind him, leaving me alone and without an audience.
    I’d been so stupid. Maybe he hadn’t been watching me. Jack was a Dom. From what I’d seen, he had no trouble finding plenty of willing subs to satisfy any and all of his sexual desires. He didn’t need to watch some random woman fondle herself in the community hot tub. My cheeks burned with shame.
    Suddenly, it seemed unnecessary for me to stay in