I retrieve my cell phone from my pocket and the screen flares to life, illuminating the interior of my car. After a few keystrokes, the inside of Calista’s apartment appears, the cameras allowing me to watch her closely.
I installed them the same day I found out about her hiring that private investigator. My rationale for my actions was to blame it on my need to keep her safe. In truth, it’s the only way I can be near her without giving in to the temptation to do more. Regardless, over the past month, my fortitude has started to crack like the stones of an ancient church.
Except there’s no redemption to be found for the sins I wish to commit.
She draws my gaze with her simple movements, each one sensual and enticing. I swear the woman could merely put lipstick on, and I’d be ready to thrust my cock between her lips, if only to stain my skin with the rosy hue. I shake my head at my wayward thoughts.
This always happens when I’m around Calista.
She kicks off her heels and removes my coat, her breasts nearly spilling from her shirt. I’m graced with the view of her delectable body in that revealing outfit. I wouldn’t care if she always dressed that way, as long as I was the only one to see it. She takes things a step further and removes her clothes until she’s standing in nothing except her bra and underwear.
It’s a matching set of light pink, the color feminine, innocent, and sweet like her.
I suck in a breath and hold a fist to my mouth, nearly biting my hand to keep from groaning aloud. It’s better than I imagined. Her body is a temple I want to be inside and worship until the rapture comes.
Then I’ll go straight to hell.
Calista leaves the space to walk into the bathroom. I switch from one camera view to the other, never losing sight of her. She turns on the shower, and I grip my phone tighter with anticipation swimming through my blood. It travels straight to my cock, engorging the fucker until I squeeze it with enough pressure to cause pain.
The agony of that is nothing compared to seeing Calista naked with me not able to touch her.
She’s quick to step inside the shower and yank the curtain, almost as if she senses that someone’s watching. But I saw enough.
It’s only a matter of time until I take her body. I just need to make certain that I’ve discovered her secrets by then. After that, I’ll have to walk away.
Something I should’ve done the day of the funeral.
I’ve already put myself at risk by interacting with her. Now I’m completely on her radar. Keeping Calista from finding out the truth about her father’s murder will only become more difficult with time. I’ve always loved a challenge, but not one that could end with consequences I can’t get out of.
I place the phone in its holder on my dashboard and drive onto the street. As much as I want to be close to Calista while she’s wet and naked, I only have so much willpower. And if I give into the lust I feel for her at this moment, I’ll lose control.
Over myself.
My goals.
My sanity.
That doesn’t mean I won’t keep watching, waiting with heavy anticipation for her to show me her body once again. Which she does. I groan and slam my hand against the steering wheel, hard enough for my palm to throb.
My gaze darts back and forth between the road and Calista’s figure on my phone. Then my eyes widen when she pads across the floor in a towel and removes it to put on my coat. Along with those fucking pearls.
And nothing else.
The white color instantly takes me back to the time at the cafe where Calista put that cake pop in her mouth. The way she twirled it around made my cock as hard as it is now. But when she removed the dessert from her mouth and it left behind a strip of white? All I could think of was my cum on her pretty lips, leaving behind a streak the exact same way.
This woman fucks with me when she’s not even trying.
A horn honks behind me. I reluctantly pull my attention from the video feed and notice the light is green. After putting the car into motion, I look back at Calista’s image, somehow managing to stay in my lane.
She turns off every light except the lamp on her nightstand and crawls onto her mattress, laying on her back. Closing her eyes, she drags her hand down her chest until it settles between her legs. Her thighs fall open, and I stop breathing.
Such a pretty pussy.
It’s even more pink than her undergarments. I bet it’s sweeter too.
She entices me further by stroking her clit. I curse myself for leaving her place. But this is exactly the type of thing that would cause me to lose sight of my personal objectives. And I can’t give into this woman just yet.
No matter how much she entices me.
The neighborhood on either side of my car is familiar as I get closer to my residence, but I hardly notice, my focus unwavering as Calista dives further underneath the waves of pleasure.
She arches her back, her nipples pointing at the camera, taunting me. Her movements become frenzied as she draws closer to her orgasm, and my cock pulses, pre-cum leaking from the head. I could come from just watching her.
But when she moans my name, I nearly explode.
And almost crash my car.
Angry drivers and honking horns break through the haze of lust clouding my mind. Flipping everyone off, I turn on the next street and speed down the road until I find a spot to park, uncaring about anything except the woman on my phone. I watch Calista and grip my cock, angry that I’ve let her get me so worked up I can’t do anything except fuck myself.
“Damn it!”
I unzip my pants and free my length, wrapping my hand around it. It’s already hard, ready for me to take care of the ache that Calista has put within me. I’m so fucking pissed at myself, at this loss of control over my body when it comes to her. But it doesn’t stop me from watching Calista or imagining it’s her as I thrust hard against my palm. Her beneath me, her body pushing against mine with each stroke, her moans of pleasure driving me to the edge of ecstasy and insanity.
No matter how mad I am at myself, I can’t help it when Calista begins to touch herself again. My body tightens, and my need for her becomes overwhelming. I can almost feel the warmth of her skin against mine as sweat beads on my forehead and heat engulfs every inch of me.
My hand moves faster, and my grip tightens, punishing as I think of her beautiful face and the curves of her body. I almost come twice, but I wait for her to finish.
For her to say my name.
She does like a good girl.
I spill onto my hand, gritting my teeth to keep from shouting in pleasure despite my internal frustration. Hoping this will be enough to satisfy me. At least for a little while.
That lie is greater than any other.
I take a few minutes to compose myself before cleaning my hand and buttoning up my pants, my sexual relief having no impact on the fury radiating through me. The one caused my temporary insanity, driven by my need for Calista.
A need that not only lingers but is stronger now that she moaned my name.
“I refuse to be alone in my obsession,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “You will suffer like me. I’ll accept nothing less. Then, maybe we can ease the desperation in one another as I fuck you until there’s nothing left of me, until I’ve lost myself in so you completely that I no longer recognize myself.”
My anger undulates in my gut, churning with a force that has me gripping the steering wheel as though it were Calista’s neck. Although if it were, she’d be dead. I draw in a deep breath, then another, needing some semblance of calm. In my need for her, I forgot about everything.
This complete loss of control fucks with my head.
So, I’ll do the same with her.
I pull onto the road in the direction of Calista’s residence. After parking further down the street and out of sight, I make my way inside the building, my lock picks in my hand. Within minutes, I’m inside her apartment.
The interior isn’t as bad as the exterior, but that’s not saying much. Even so, Calista has made this space her own. Pictures hang on the walls, and there are personal effects in every space, as well as a bottle of sanitizer. Strange but endearing.
All of her things are neatly arranged in straight lines, which doesn’t surprise me considering how uptight she can be. Her scent, a combination of jasmine and something unique to her, fills the room. I take a deep breath, letting the fragrance envelop me.
Then I’m in her bedroom, looking down at her as she sleeps. My coat is still on her body, partially covering the perfection of it. Which is probably for the best.
I’m not sure I could see all of it and not touch her.
No more than a second passes before I’m trailing my fingers down her cheek, a sample I can’t deny myself. She hums in her sleep and leans into my touch.
“Dreaming of me?” I whisper. “You better fucking be.”
She came so hard thinking about me that she doesn’t stir as I continue to stroke her skin. It’s softer, more supple than I thought. And I can’t get enough.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I ask her. “Why can’t I walk away from you? Or get you out of my fucking head?”
I run my gaze over Calista and force myself to withdraw my fingers, my hands fisting to keep from grabbing her. Instead, I reach for the comforter and pull it over her sleeping form. After I’ve tucked the blanket around her to combat the winter chill in the room, I search for a prize, a small consolation for not fucking her like I want.
Calista will come to me.
Even if it requires a little persuasion…
“Where are those pink underwear, hmm?”
Once I find them, I bring the fabric to my nose. The scent of her cunt instantly makes me hard. With a curse, I shove the pink material in my pocket.
Now, the only color in the dark room is the string of pearls around her neck. I carefully remove them and grip them in my fist, my thoughts becoming clearer the longer I stare at the necklace.
Calista forced me to fuck myself. She pulled my cum from my body with my name on her lips and her moan in my ears.
I snap the string holding the pearls together. Selecting a single orb, I place it on the nightstand, right where she’ll see it when she opens her eyes.
One pearl for one bit of cum.
Until I give her a pearl necklace… all over her skin.
Marking her as mine.
