Voyeur

‘I hate this fucking job,’ Logan thought for what seemed like the millionth time. He’d only been on duty for a couple of hours and already he feike ike trashing the whole God damn security console. There wasn’t even so much as a TV to keep him entertained and he couldn’t amuse himself by spying on everyone in the mansion like he would during the day because everyone was asleep…everyone except Bobby who was on a snack run in the kitchen and Hank who was at work in his lab, as always. …And Remy, but he wasn’t home, and wouldn’t be until the sun was coming up, most likely.

Idly switching between channels on the security monitor and absentmindedly carving a meaningless pattern in the console with one wickedly sharp claw, Logan waited for morning to come or something interesting to happen, whichever came first. With some luck, Remy’d come home soon. As arrogant and irritating as the kid could be, he made for good entertainment. ‘Easy on the eyes, too,’ Logan thought with a throaty chuckle.

Flipping through the security channels once again, Logan found that his wish had been answered. Remy was just coming in the front door, a little unsteady on his feet and looking decidedly wasted. Using the security cameras to track the kid’s path through the house, Logan cursed as the kid entered his room and shut the door, leaving Logan with a view of the now empty hallway.

“Figures,” Logan muttered. No security cameras in the residents’ private rooms meant no entertainment and it’d be Logan’s luck that Remy would decide to actually go to bed for once rather than spend the rest of the night prowling the mansion like he usually did. Sighing, Logan leaned back in his chair and dejectedly watched the slow play of the security channels across the monitor.

“I really hate this fucking job,” Logan muttered, watching the empty hallways and rooms on the monitor with half an eye. He was about to give up and take a nap (it wasn’t like anything important was going to happen, anyway) when he got a second’s glimpse of what he was hoping for before the monitor changed to a view of another empty hallway.

Quickly changing the monitor back to the view of the third floor hallway, Logan grinned, teeth glinting in the light from the monitors. ‘Now that’s more like it,’ Logan thought as he watched Remy sat off back down the hallway. Even if the kid didn’t do anything more than crash on the couch and watch TV for the rest of the night, Logan was more than satisfied just to watch, the kid looked that good. Barefoot in a pair of black leather pants and a black dress shirt unbuttoned all the wo sho show off that perfect washboard stomach. ‘Leave it to the Cajun to make sure he’s drop dead gorgeous even when there’s no one to see it,’ Logan thought with a chuckle.

Watching the kid’s path through the mansion, Logan had a good idea of where he was headed. The Danger Room. It wasn’t uncommon for Remy to spend time in the Danger Room at night, even though it was technically off limits except during the day with someone to supervise. Of course, Remy wasn’t the type to follow the rules and often took advantage of the peace and quiet at night to train or practice his thieving skills, either one of which made for good entertainment for Logan.

Logan wasn’t worried about missing anything if he left his security post and wasn’t about to miss out on watching the kid’s Danger Room session…and besides, someone should really keep an eye on him, right? ‘Well, that settles that,’ Logan thought with a sharp-toothed grin and set out for the Danger Room, keeping his pace deliberately slow so that he would make it there well r thr the kid did and could watch unnoticed. It was hard to sneak up on a thief, but Remy was usually so focused on his work that he wasn’t aware of anything else around him.

Entering the Danger Room control room and shutting the door quietly behind him, Logan immediately went to the window overlooking the Danger Room and froze, eyes going wide and mouth watering. This certainly wasn’t Remy’s usual routine, but Logan wasn’t about to complain about that…not with such an erotic sight reaching him. Without taking his eyes off the scene below him, Logan pulled up one of the console chairs and sat down heavily, reminding himself to breathe.

Even though he’d never been there, he recognized Remy’s bedroom in his family’s house in New Orleans. There was just something unmistakable about it in the same way that there was no mistaking the woman currently standing by the big four-poster bed: Bella Donna, Remy’s wife. Watching with hungry eyes, Logan wasn’t sure who was more appealing: Bella in her leather corset and pants and knee-high stiletto boots, all cleavage and curves and deadly beauty or Remy, kneeling at her feet, hands folded in his lap and eyes downcast, all long lines, hard muscles and angelic features. If it would have been any other man than Remy there would have been no contest, but it was Remy, and Logan found that eyeseyes were drawn to the sweetly submissive picture the boy made rather than to the boy’s wife.

Leaning on the console, Logan drew in a shaky breath and watched the scene playing out in the room below. Bella was circling the kid now, whispering something Logan couldn’t hear. Whatever it was she was saying, it was apparently having its intended effect because the boy’s cheeks were flushed and Logan could see the bulge in the front of his pants even from the control room.

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Resuming her place in front of her husband, Bella Donna reached down with one leather-gloved hand and tipped the boy’s chin up. “These are the rules, pet. Pay attention. You will do what I say when I say it. You will not question me. You will not come without permission. You will not speak unless spoken to. ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’ will suffice. Understood?”

“Oui, Maîtresse,” Remy replied, returning his gaze to her boots.

“Good boy. Now, you know what I want, don’t you?”

Remy nodded.

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Logan felt his cock throb in anticipation as he watched the kid’s eager nod. Whatever it was, he could practically taste the desire coming off of the boy, and he couldn’t wait to see what it was that Bella expected of the kid. Attention riveted on the two figures in the flickering candlelight, Logan unzipped his jeans with a groan of relief, aching cock springing free.

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At the snap of Bella’s fingers, Remy set to work stripping her boots and pants off with practiced skill, purring contentedly as Bella grabbed a handful of his hair to steady herself. He’d missed this so much; it was just what he needed. Whimpering softly, Remy resumed his earlier position, shifting restlessly on his knees, cock pressing uncomfortably against the front of his pants.

“Up, pet. On the bed,” Bella ordered, tugging Remy’s bangs to be sure she had his attention.

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Cock in hand, Logan groaned softly as he watched the boy get to his feet and settle on the bed, looking sultry and so painfully beautiful that Logan felt like he was going to lose it right then and there.

Forcing himself to calm down and wait, Logan stroked his cock lightly, panting. He’d give anything to be in Bella’s place right then; just the thought of getting his hands on that luscious body was making him so hot he could barely wait to find out what would happen next.

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Settling on his knees at the head of the bed, Remy waited impatiently as Bella moved off to rummage through the toy box in the corner of the room. Desperately wanting to know what she was looking for but not daring to break discipline and raise his eyes, Remy whimpered and shifted again.

“Give me your wrist, pet,” Bella purred, hands full of red silk and black leather.

Panting, Remy raised his arm and waited for the cool touch of the silk around his wrist. In typical Bella fashion, she was taking her time, purposely making him wait for what anteanted so badly. At times like this he both loved her and hated her and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Taking the proffered wrist in one crimson-nailed hand, Bella pushed up the sleeve of the boy’s shirt and quickly tied the red silk firmly around it, pulling Remy’s arm to the headboard where she tied off the other end before moving to the opposite side of the bed and doing the same so that the boy was left kneeling with his arms outstretched, unable to move.

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Hand moving in a quick rhythm up and down his aching shaft, Logan watched, panting, as the girl moved to sit on the bed in front of Remy, long legs tucked under her ass, giving Logan a nice side view of that unbelievable cleavage. What he was really interested in, though, was that hot, hard body currently tied to the bed.

So far, the boy hadn’t made any sign of being aware of Logan watching him and Logan hoped like hell that it would stay that way. To judge by the look on the kid’s face, he was too far into his own little world to notice, so Logan had a good feeling that he’d be able to watch to his heart’s content without the kid noticing at all.

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“Chin up, pet,” Bella ordered softly, hands full of black leather.

Lifting his chin, Remy bit his lip as the heavy black leather collar was fastened around his throat and buckled. Dieu, he’d missed this…the feel of leather around his throat, of being held down, being overpowered, being…loved. He’d needed this so badly and it had been far too long since he’d experienced the pleasure of pain.

Leaning back on her heels with a murmur of approval, Bella reached a hand down to rub the rock hard bulge in the front of her husband’s leather pants before unzipping them and letting his weeping erection spring free, earning a strangled moan and a desperate rise of the hips as Remy fought to remain quiet.

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Hand frozen on his straining cock, Logan watched, mouth watering as Bella moved to straddle the kid’s hips, guiding his straining erection into her wetness, head thrown back in pleasure. “Fuck, Rems, you feel so good…” she moaned, eyes falling closed.

Groaning, Logan matched his rhythm to the rhythm of her hips, watching hungrily as she set a hard pace, grabbing onto the headboard for more leverage as she rode the boy. Logan could tell it was taking everything Remy had to keep from screaming; he could see it in the kid’s face. Somehow that frantic struggle for self-control made him even more beautiful and Logan felt his own orgasm building as he watched their frantic lovemaking.

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Bella was right on the verge of orgasm herself; moans rising in volume, cheeks flushed, hips moving faster and with less control and Remy was right behind her and quickly losing his battle for self-control. Biting his lip until it bled, Remy whimpered and bucked as hard as he could into her wetness. Desperate for his wife to indulge his need for pain and unable to wait any longer, Remy broke, begging. “S’il vous plait, Bella! Need it, please!”

Remy had hardly gotten the last word out of his mouth before Bella slapped him hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs, but his disobedience had gotten him what he’d needed, the pain of the strike driving him over the brink into mind-numbing pleasure as he exploded into screaming orgasm, Bella’s climax hitting her almost simultaneously.

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Logan could practically feel the slap Bella cracked across the boy’s cheek, it was so loud, but it was the sound of the boy’s screams of pleasure as he climaxed that pushed Logan over the brink; coming so hard it hurt, coating his fist with cum and groaning in relief.

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Remy moaned softly in satisfaction as Bella eased off of him and set about untying his wrists and pulling her clothes back on. Giving her one last kiss, he waited until she was out the bedroom door before ordering the computer to end the simulation. The need for sleep was getting the better of him and he was ready to crawl into bed and stay there until lunch.

Starting out of the room, Remy glanced up at Logan in the control booth and winked before heading out the door…