Page 41 of Doxed

Sunlight beams through the floor-to-ceiling window, waking me. Unlike when I woke up in the private jet, I don’t wake up afraid. It’s hard to not know where I am when I'm surrounded by Miles’ calming pine and rain scent.

Water pelts against the stone floor in the bathroom, and although I already know who I’ll find in there, I slide out of bed and cross the bedroom anyway.

There he stands, the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, his back to me as he rests against the wall of the shower, his head leaning against his arm as his shoulders hunch. The water hits his tattooed back and sluices down his taut ass and long legs, his muscles tensing.

The unfinished stone floor is cold under my feet as I take one step into the bathroom and knock on the door loudly to get Miles’ attention.

He looks over his shoulder, the lower half of his face hidden. And then he turns around to face me full on, his shoulder blades drop against the tiled wall and my eyes travel down his body much to my dismay.

His hand is working his cock slowly as he watches me and the water runs down his chest. “I know you watched me before and you liked it,” he speaks over the shower.

He’s standing in the exact position he was the first time I watched him jack himself off in the shower, but he’s wrong. I didn't like it; I loved it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my hardening nipples.

“Nutting helps my hangover. You can join.” He bites his lip as he squeezes the head hard, his chest rising on a sharp inhale.

I shake my head. “You don’t deserve for me to join you.”

“You’re right,” he answers immediately. “But I think you want to anyway.”

I cast a sideways glance at the sink counter that's opposite the shower and get a brilliant idea.

Pulling Miles’ shirt over my head, I walk to the long, natural edge, wood vanity and turn my back to him. I watch him in the mirror as I bend forward slightly and reach down, sliding my lace panties to the side and teasing my clit.

He speeds up as he focuses intently on my hand between my thighs. Does he deserve to see this? To see me in this way? Not at all, but sex is what I do, and this is a way I know how to get power over him, a way to manipulate him because men are weak when they only think with their cocks.

I won't admit that a small part of this is for me, though he will never know that.

He groans when I stop circling my clit to remove my panties. I turn and kick them towards the shower before hopping my ass onto the vanity and resting my feet there, spreading my legs wide so he has an unobstructed view of my pussy.

His eyes bounce around, not knowing where to look. My face, my exposed breasts, or my fingers sliding inside of my pussy. Miles pumps himself harder, his lids drooping in ecstasy as I slowly finger myself.

With my free hand, I squeeze my tit, pinching my nipple between two fingers. “Fuck, Briar. Why do you do this to me?” Miles growls between clenched teeth.

“Because you deserve to know what you lost.” I say, my back arching as I stroke my g spot.

Our paces could not be more opposite. He jerks himself fast and rough while I take my time, fucking myself with long, slow strokes, my palm grinding against my clit. I don't want to come. At least not in front of him.

The muscles in his arm and thighs are bulging as he pumps himself mercilessly, and I watch his cock in rapture, remembering how it felt inside of me, and goddamn did it feel great.

His eyes close, but he quickly snaps them back open, and I can tell he’s close, so I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth.

“Ugh!” Miles groans as I suck my juices off my fingers. He doubles over, cum shooting from his long cock and splattering across the stone floor of the shower.

And just as quickly, the mood is over. I hop off of the counter and pick his shirt up off the floor.

“Briar, wait!” he shouts, but I don't turn around. I desperately need to finish myself in my shower downstairs, without him knowing.

There's a knock at the locked door to my bedroom as I'm getting dressed after sorting myself out in the steam shower.

I let Miles wait as I slowly pull on some distressed jean shorts and a beige, one shoulder bodysuit.

And when I finally open the door, I can see the irritation on his face, so I raise one eyebrow, challenging him.

He purses his full lips, which makes his sharp jaw jut out even more, and my eyes trace it.

“Here.” He thrusts a new phone to me and I eye it suspiciously.

“Your old phone is still too dangerous, but this one doesn’t have any blockers on it and I downloaded the camera stream so you have access to all of the cameras in the house,” he pauses, taking the time to lick his top lip.

“Including the one I just installed in my room for you.”

I take the phone and watch the live video of his room. “Why did you do that?” I look back at him with my eyes wide.

“I watched you, so now you can watch me whenever you want.” He glances up at the camera in the corner of my room. “I was also coming in to take yours down.”

Mouth agape, I move aside and watch as Miles picks up a ladder that was leaning against the wall in the hallway.

I sit on my old bed as he extends the ladder and climbs it, popping the camera off and clipping the wires.

He descends the ladder with the camera in hand and all that's left in the ceiling’s corner is blank space.

He comes to the bed and offers the camera to me.

Taking it, I flip the clunky thing over and examine it.

It’s strange how accustomed to this device I became.

Before my capture, I no longer cared it was there.

I didn't even care that it was here anymore. “I’ll go make lunch.” Miles leans over me, his fists pushing into the plush mattress on either side of me.

“Unless there’s something else you need me to do for you.

” His lips brush against my ear and with great effort, I hold in my shiver. “I know you didn’t come earlier.”

I turn my head, making sure my lips glide across his cheek. “Get out, Miles,” I snap, pushing him away from me.

“Okay.” He watches me, slowly backing away and grabbing the ladder.

Following him, I close the door behind him and lock it before sliding to the floor and catching my breath. My attraction to him hasn't faded a bit, and that’s a problem.