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A jolt of pain still shot up my calf, so I played it safe and used the scooter to get to the bathroom.

The men had been getting me up early every day, but I had the distinct feeling it was late.Īfter taking off my ankle brace, I stretched my foot. I woke slowly, feeling rested and not nearly as sore as I’d been. Putting my cell down, I knocked back whiskey until I was too drunk to do something stupid. I’ll talk to Vera in the morning since she doesn’t check her phone. I thought for a moment before adding one more order. Me: Disconnect the bedroom camera tomorrow. Once she was back in bed, I turned it off and picked up my cell, bringing up my texts with Ash. I kept the camera going when she went to the bathroom. I might not have felt guilt during, but I sure as hell felt it after. Then I grabbed my whiskey and drained the glass before pouring another. Grabbing a handful of tissues, I wiped the come from my stomach and chest and tossed them out. Too busy giving in to the sick need that seemed to grow with each passing day. Too busy fantasizing she was thinking of me the same way I thought of her. I’d been too busy holding my waistband down with one hand so I could stroke myself with the other. Not once-not even for one damn second-had I thought about turning off the camera. My dick had gone rock hard as I’d watched her touch herself. I sure as shit hadn’t expected to see her hand slide down her pants-my pants. When she’d tossed and turned, I’d been about to offer her food, assuming hunger was keeping her awake. Since that wasn’t an option, I’d settled for watching. I’d wanted to climb into that damn bed with her so I could count every last sexy freckle on her body. I could’ve said I’d been making sure she settled okay, but I didn’t lie, even to myself. Thank fuck I had, because after she’d fallen off the couch, I had no doubt she’d have tried to walk and hurt herself worse.Īfter carrying her to bed, I’d turned on the camera in her bedroom for the first time. The whiskey had sat mostly untouched, and I’d watched Juliet instead. Getting out of bed, I used the bathroom and cleaned up, avoiding my reflection in the mirror.Īfter my shower, I’d returned to my office to drink away my restless energy. I could’ve gone for three, but with the edge taken off, shame replaced horniness. My body shuddered as I rubbed myself through one orgasm and into a second, my fantasy blooming as I imagined his body covering mine. I came hard, hoping I wasn’t making any noise but too lost to truly care.

Something about that did it for me in a big way. I’m touching myself while wearing his clothes.