He has

Adam slowly unbuttons his jeans.

Isla sits back and pours some bourbon into a shotglass. She seems a little unsteady, but is angry and determined. Her red hair is tied back, and her low-cut dress means it is nearly impossible not to look at her tightly packed cleavage.

He pauses.

"Down," says Isla.

He drops his jeans and steps out of them.

"And the boxers. Take them off."

Adam hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

What choice do I have, he thinks. I could make a run for it or try to beg, but all Isla has to do is scream and I'll probably end up in jail.

But would she actually do it, or is she bluffing?

He pauses in an agony of indecision.

Isla's green eyes glint. "Take them off!"

Its not worth the risk.

Bitch! Adam thinks helplessly. I'll get you for this!

Reluctantly, he pulls his boxers down and steps out of them. The air is unexpectedly cool on his exposed manhood and he feels ridiculous. Instinctively he feels he should cover himself up.

"Cute," Isla says, eyeing him appreciatively. "Very cute. You probably could have fitted into my panties after all."

She aims her phone at him.

"What are you....?"

*click* *click*

"For my collection. Now get it hard."

She sips from her glass, eyes glinting dangerously.

"What? No way!"

"Its only getting worse for you here. I scream now, and what's it going to look like?"

"You wouldn't do it."

"Wouldn't I? You really want to put that to the test?"

Adam opens and shuts his mouth. He feels trapped.

How has it come to this?

"You bitch."

He sounds defeated and he knows it.

"Just get on with it." Isla is grinning. "This bitch wants to watch you wank."

Adam makes a face, then slowly reaches down and grasps his cock.

He has ****.

He slowly begins to masturbate. His cock starts swelling. He lowers his face. He can feel his cheeks flushing bright red.

"Nice," says Isla again. She sounds smug.

*click* *click*

Shit, he thinks. Shit, shit, shit.

But then he thinks about how sexy she is.

And how strangely exciting it is to be naked in front of her. At her mercy.

His cock helplessly swells fully erect in his hand.

"Look at me."

Adam looks up. Isla sits back, legs on display, looking mischevious and pretty and knowing. His erection strains towards her helplessly, and she gives it an amused look.

"You like what you see, pervert? Hey! I didn't say to stop wanking. And keep looking at me! I didn't say you could look away either."

*click* *click*

She keeps eye contacct with him for a few minutes whilst he strokes himself.

Looking amused.

Enjoying the show.

"Now get your clothes back on before you cum all over the floor," she says finally. "And get the fuck out of my bedroom."

Adam quickly grabs his boxers and jeans and pulls them up, buttoning the trousers with fumbling fingers whilst Isla watches in amusement. He pratically runs to the door, his erection still bulging in his trousers.

"And if I see you in here again, those photos are going on the internet!"

Adam escapes the room back into the servants' quarters, and runs back up the stairs to the first floor of the East Wing. He stops, hands on his knees, breathing heavily, erection subsiding, feeling foolish and humiliated.

Still.

Worse was to come. He'd surely lost the bet now.

He remembers the pretty school uniform in the picture Nathalie had sent him and blushes. Showing Isla his cock would be nothing compared to the humiliation Nathalie had in store for him... **** for her earlier shaving.