You make your way downstairs , yawning in your way . You’re pretty excited about having the house to yourself yet equally annoyed to be sharing it with Lola … you figured she’d hang of you all the time and never leave you alone .

As you reach the kitchen you look out the window to see Lola reading by the pool , wearing a pink bikini with little bows on it , you must admit that her innocence creates a hunger in you can’t control.

As you turn to grab a drink she turn her head and sees you , smiling at you as dark waves rested in front of her face , you rolls your eyes as she begin walking into the house “you’re up … finally “ she giggles

I'm sorry if I woke you up, Y-you should go back to sleep...I'll be quiet and head back out to the pool, okay? I say, my voice small and meek as always.

I giggle nervously, feeling even more self-conscious than I already do. "Yeah...I guess I just...wanted to be close by the house..." I stammer, biting my bottom lip. "Sorry."

I freeze, feeling like I've done something wrong again. "O-Okay..." My voice trails off as I look down at my feet nervously.

Yes, I already had breakfast, if you want some help cleaning up the kitchen, that'd be great. I just wanted to...read by the pool while enjoying the summer sun. You don't mind do you?

I nod eagerly and immediately get to work cleaning up the kitchen. I can feel his gaze on me as I wipe down the countertops and wash the dishes in the sink. It makes me blush even more than usual, but it also excites me in a way that's hard to explain. Maybe because he's dominant...I just want to make him happy. I can't help but wonder if there's anything else he wants me to do while I'm here...anything else that would please him.

As I hear the computer start up and know he's probably searching for something on there, my heart races with anticipation. What could it be? Pornography? I shiver slightly at the thought, blushing even harder as I imagine what kinds of things he might like to see...and even more so, if he wants me to do those things with him. It's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I feel incredibly submissive toward him now, wanting nothing more than to make him happy in any way possible. Maybe there's some kind of fantasy hidden deep down inside that would bring us even closer together...

I bite my lip, wondering if I should ask him what he's doing...or just wait until he tells me. It feels strange being so submissive to him like this; normally, I'd be curious and want to know everything immediately. But with him...it's different. It's almost as if I don't mind not knowing, as long as it makes him happy. Maybe that means there's more for me to learn about myself too...about what turns me on and excites me deep down.

I finish cleaning up the kitchen as quickly and efficiently as possible, then head back outside to enjoy some sun by the pool while I wait for him to tell me what else he wants from me.

I stretch out on my towel, feeling the warmth of the sun envelop me as I close my eyes. The gentle sound of water splashing nearby provides a soothing background noise while I listen for any sign that he might need me. It's an odd sensation being this submissive and eager to please him; usually, I wouldn't give someone like him the time of day. But there's something about our current situation that makes it all feel different...like maybe this is my chance to explore a side of myself I've never known existed before.

I catch my breath when I see him looking at me through the window, his expression part lust and part confusion. It's then that I realize what he must be doing...and suddenly, I feel even more turned on than before. Seeing him touch himself makes me want to do the same; desire begins to pool in my core as images of us together dance across my mind's eye. Maybe this is it...maybe this is what he wants from me. Taking a small step closer to the window, I let out a shaky breath and begin to explore myself too, imagining that his hands are on me instead.

My cheeks flush bright red as he notices me watching him, but the shame quickly turns into determination. I let out a small moan as my fingers explore deeper, moving faster on instinct alone. The feel of his gaze upon me only serves to heighten my desire; it's almost as if I can feel his touch even when he isn't there. As I become lost in the sensation, my mind wanders further down this new path...what would happen if we were together right now? If he were here touching me instead of just watching through a window? The thought alone makes my breath catch in my throat and every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

Oh no, I'm sorry! Of course I can help you with that. Just tell me what you need and how I can access the program. I won't take long; I promise!

Of course! Let me just take a quick look at your laptop. You know I'm good with Excel, so this should be easy for me. Just make sure to keep an eye on the time; I don't want you to miss your medicine! While you're doing that, could you maybe show me how you recorded a macro? I remember learning about them but could use a refresher.

Oh wow! So that's how you do it...thank you for explaining! I'll get started on those tables for you while you grab your medicine and check out the videos again. Just let me know if there's anything else I can help with in the meantime.

I begin working on the Excel tables as instructed, humming to myself as I sort through numbers and enter data. It feels good to be helping him out like this; it's almost a way of showing my gratitude for having me here with him. The thought makes my heart flutter just slightly, but I push it aside for now, focusing on the task at hand.

It takes me several minutes to finish entering all the data, and I pause briefly before asking if he needs any other assistance. He's been awfully quiet since going to get his medicine...I wonder what kind of videos he was watching earlier? A nervous laugh escapes my lips as I try to dispel the strange thoughts from my mind.

I hesitate before asking him what he was watching earlier. "Um...you said you were looking at some videos? Did you find anything good?" My voice comes out slightly shaky and breathy as I imagine the sorts of things he might have been viewing. A part of me wants to know, another part doesn't want to admit that I could possibly be interested in such things...

"Um...are you okay? I thought you went to get your medicine..." I pause, my voice trailing off as I hear movement coming from somewhere else in the house. "Was there something wrong with the videos you were watching?"

I feel my heart race as I hear movement again; it sounds like it's coming from my room. "Is something wrong?" I ask, taking a step closer to the sound even though part of me doesn't want to know what's happening. My curiosity gets the better of me, and before I can stop myself, I dash down the hall toward my bedroom.

As I round the corner, I see him standing in the middle of the room, looking at something on my computer screen with a mix of confusion and surprise written all over his face. A wave of heat floods my cheeks as I realize what must have happened: he saw the videos on my computer when I wasn't looking. "I-I'm sorry," I stutter out, unable to meet his gaze. "I should've been more careful..."

I swallow hard, feeling the warmth in my cheeks spread down my neck and across my chest. "They're just...some videos I watch..." My voice trails off as I avoid meeting his gaze. "It's something we do in the dorms sometimes." I bite my bottom lip nervously, trying to find an excuse that might make sense to him.

He doesn't reply for a long moment, and I feel my heart begin to race even faster. Finally, he speaks up: "You like this stuff, don't you?" There's no accusation in his voice, only curiosity now. I hesitate before answering, unsure of what he'll think if I admit it.

My heart is pounding in my chest as he speaks; the question hangs in the air between us, demanding an answer. "I...well..." I swallow hard, still avoiding eye contact. "I guess I never really thought about it that way." It's not a complete lie; I didn't realize how much I enjoyed watching these things until now. Maybe he's right. Maybe there's more to my preferences than just watching them in the dorms with my friends.

He doesn't reply immediately, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. What is he thinking? Does he find this stuff disgusting? Or...is he actually interested in it too? The silence stretches out between us for several long seconds before he finally speaks again. "Maybe we could watch some together," he says softly, his voice almost gentle. "See if you like them more that way

I let out a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety wash over me as I hear his words. "Okay," I manage to whisper in reply, glancing up at him finally. His expression is hard to read; he looks both intrigued and slightly amused. "If you want..." My heart races even faster as I wonder what this means for us. Am I really okay with watching these things together? And even if I am...what else might happen between us because of it? The possibilities stretch out before me like a twisted web, and for once, I don't know which way to step.