He chuckled. “Well if anyone’s watching, let’s give them a show.”

Spinning her around quickly, he caught her hips so she was facing outside. The glass showed their reflections; not perfectly like a mirror, but it was dark enough outside that depending on how he focused he could see them or the building across the way. It didn’t look like there was anyone over there, but one never knew.

“What are you doing?” Sharon’s expression was one of both confusion and anticipation.

“Put your hands on the glass and keep them there,” he said, ignoring her question. Immediately, her hands went up to brace herself against the glass; she was watching him in the reflection as she did as he asked. “Good girl, now don’t move.”

Although he’d never seriously called anyone a ‘good girl’ before, somehow it seemed right in the moment. He’d heard the term used around the club often enough and seen the effect it had on the submissives there. It had the same effect on Sharon now.

She shivered and stilled, her legs slightly spread, hands against the glass, eyes tracking his every move in the reflection. Being behind her but also able to see her expression was turning him on. He’d always enjoyed having sex in front of mirrors, where he could watch, but somehow this was even hotter... more taboo... because they had no idea who else might be watching.

Who else might be able to see them.

Jake trailed his hands over her bare shoulders and down her back to where her bare skin ended and the corset began. It was tied in the back, but the front of it was just held together by a series of clasps. He slid his hands around to her front and started undoing them.

She sucked in a breath of surprise as she watched the reflection of him stripping her, her curves coming into view. As the corset dropped to the floor, she let out a little moan of relief and Jake chuckled. He rubbed his hands gently over her sensitized skin where it was marked red from the tight hold of the corset, and she let out a little moan of relief and pleasure.

“Feels good?” he asked, rubbing a little harder.

“You have no idea,” she answered fervently. Then moaned again as his hands moved up to cup her breasts. He watched over her shoulder as his fingers closed around her hard nipples, pinching the little buds while he squeezed the soft mounds with his palms. “Corsets look so good, and they feel fine until you take them off and realize how uncomfortable you were.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

He gave her nipples a sharp pinch again, twisting slightly and enjoying the way she arched back, her ass rubbing against his cock, which was slowly thickening.