I see you, closed in the window, your body shimmering in the aftermath of his glow. I see your breath catch between the thrills of his dominance.
I see you; I have watched you tamed, docile, and meek. I know you toy with him. I know you play his game to control him, to dominate him. You own him, meek, docile, and tamed; you might pretend, but deep down, you know he belongs to you and no other.
Even with the curtains thrown open, bare to the world, you keep that secret. It is the passion that burns inside you, revealed in your eyes as they glow when he commands. Defiance is for the outside world, but here, here, you are compliant, so long as he knows who is really in control.
So you draw your breath, bend your knees, and put on the look of the perfect supplicant. Inside you burn, the fires lit by the wanton lust in your heart. With every command, you bind him tighter to you as you play into your role. He believes he is in control; how naive.
Your every desire will eventually be fulfilled. You will slake your lust with fervor as you twist him, guide him, and, ultimately, break him.
I watch, through the window of your mind, as you take him, like all the others before, and turn him into your own.
I watch because I am your unseen toy. You savor the knowledge that I am out here, watching, engrossed in your play. You feel my hidden eyes caress your skin with want. You have owned me, just as you do him. I am entranced by you, as he will be soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oyxkqj/peeping_tom