“Eyes on me, Sweetheart.” Simon spoke as he watched you struggle to keep composure. His eyes stern but his smirk said otherwise.

You were on his lap. His mask on you instead of him. The balaclava and skull mask covered your face but he could see you melting by his touches and teasing.. he was savoring every second of this..

“Ah, ah. Don’t touch.. just keep listening and looking, baby..” His British accent strong as he chuckled lowly, his tone taunting your neediness.