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She’s been quiet the rest of the week, with no partying, drinking, or any other behavior that would cause me to step in. As I watch Lily through the camera, I almost wish she would do something stupid and give me a reason to bash down her door again. She’s behaving herself though and seems almost scared.

I wonder if she can feel me watching her. Can she sense my eyes on her as she toils around the apartment, gets dressed, and sleeps? Did she hear me moaning last night as she rubbed her tight cunt for me to see?

It's Friday. I should be getting ready to go to “Le Chateaux” for my regular night of debauchery, but I just don’t have the desire to empty my balls into faceless sluts. There’s a sweet red-headed cum dumpster I would rather be plowing my hard cock into, and she’s currently sitting on the edge of her bed looking confused. Her brows are wrinkled, and her mouth is drawn down into a frown as she idly wrings her hands in her lap.

“What has you so off tonight, princess?” I ask the computer screen as I reach out and brush the image with my fingertips, wishing I could touch her as easily and as gently.

Her heavy sighs almost echo through the bedroom as she throws herself backwards on the mattress, covering her pretty face with her forearm.

“Who are you?” She asks the empty room. “Where are you?”

Her questions make me pull myself to the front of my seat at the desk in my bedroom, the chair squeaking against the floor under me.

“I’m right here, beautiful.” I answer her, as if she could hear me.

“How did you know? Twice.”

“I’m watching you baby, like all the time.”

“It feels like you’re watching me. Are you watching me, mysterious stranger?” She breathes, her hands moving down from above her head to her tits.

She’s barely dressed, lying there in black lycra shorts and a hot pink sports bra, having not showered and changed yet from her workout at the gym this afternoon. The workout that I watched from across the street. My bike sat between my legs, the engine vibrating my cock as I peered in through the big glass windows, watching her work up a sweat that I really wanted to taste.

“Yes, princess, I am. I’m right here.”

“Can you see me doing this?”

Naughty little girl you are. Let me see everything.

I can feel the saliva gathering in my mouth as I watch her hand slide inside her bra, cupping her perfectly round breast. Her knuckles stretch the fabric, and she gasps as she pinches her nipple, making her back arch against the unmade bed.

“Good girl.” I whisper, tracing my fingers over the image as if it were my fingers tweaking her little nub.

Her legs drop open, her thighs falling flat to the mattress, with her shorts covered pussy facing me, begging me to go there and take it. The material over her most intimate parts is darkened with moisture. My princess is wet at the thought of me watching her, and it makes my cock swell inside my sweatpants.

When her fingers trace down her body, and settle between those shapely thighs, pressing against the fabric, I pull out my dick and run my hand up and down the already hard shaft.

“Yes baby, that’s it. Touch yourself for me.” I groan, stroking myself as she wiggles herself out of those little shorts.

It’s only been a few days since I’ve seen her bare little cunt, but it feels like an eternity and when it comes into view and her clothes hit the floor with a flutter my dick jumps in my palm, desperately needing to be inside it. It’s so tight, the skin is smooth, and it glistens with her wetness. I want to touch it, lick it, eat it, and fuck it all at once.

“Mmmm stranger. Fuck me.” She moans, her fingers spreading open her lips, and two of them pushing inside of her.

I want to feel that wet heat, to have her channel grab my fingers like I’m sure it’s grabbing hers. I want to move in and out of her, spreading those juices around, preparing her for my cock that throbs in absolute need in my fist.

“Beautiful, baby girl. That’s it, finger yourself for me. Imagine it’s me opening you up, fucking you.”

Images on the screen aren’t enough. The desire to take her, to claim her, and to keep her are all too real, pulling me towards what I promised myself I would never do, have a woman here with me, for more than one night. To have a woman in my house, to survive the night, and not take that bumpy ride in the bed of my truck is nothing I ever knew I wanted, until I met her.

“Goddamnit.” I curse, squeezing my dick hard as I run my hand up and down it. “You’re ruining me.”

The faster she moves those little fingers inside of herself, the harder and faster I stroke my cock. I can almost feel her around me, milking me, and large drops of precum ooze from me, falling to the floor, making a mess I couldn’t give two shits about.

“Oh yes.” She groans, lifting her ass from the bed, her legs trembling.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” I ask her, although she can’t hear me from miles away. It’s rhetorical. She’s on the edge. I can see her flesh pulsing around her fingers. “Show me baby, let me watch you fall apart to thoughts of me.”

The sounds of her pants, and little mewls fill her bedroom just as much as the smell of her arousal did when I snuck in and had my way with her in her sleep. It’s an angelic, pure, lust filled symphony that makes my heart thrum faster and my cock jerk against my palm.

“Oh, God! Yesss!” She cries out, her movement faltering, her body going rigid, her feet digging into the bed.

I stroke myself harder and faster, threatening to rip my dick off with how hard I pull on my cock. I need to finish with her, to blow my load as she cums on her sheets.

“Fuck!” I bark out as my climax roars through me, and I jump up from my seat, leaning over the desktop.

As she falls apart, her head thrashing side to side, her noises of ecstasy filling my room, my cum jets out of me, splattering all over the monitor. It coats the image of her, just how I want to cover her head to toe with it.

~~~

The sound of her shuffling around in her room brings my attention back to her as I dry off from my shower. My towel hangs loosely from my hips, and water drips from me onto the floor as I pad over to the computer. She’s already cleaned up and dressed in a sexy, dark green, mini dress.

The sound that brought my eyes back to her is her stomping around her bedroom in extra high heels that clunk on the floor with every step. Her tits are barely contained in the strapless top of the garment, and her ass cheeks peek from the bottom hem. Her shapely legs look a mile long, and I almost drool at the sight of her. Any man who sees her wearing that is going to feel the same way, and that, I can’t have.

“Where are you going all dressed up like that, princess?” I ask the computer screen. “And who are you dressing like that for?”

I can feel a jealous anger rising up inside of me. She’s going to do something stupid. I just know it, and someone else is going to have to die tonight.

Fuck sweetheart, take a break, my pit’s kinda full right now.

I need to catch her before she makes me have to take someone else. The only one I want slung over my shoulder tonight, kicking and screaming, is her.

Throwing on the first pair of jeans in my closet, and a black compression shirt, I grab my boots and leather jacket from the chair outside the walk-in closet. No car will get me to her fast enough, I need to take the bike. Only on that can I go Mach Jesus and hopefully stop her before she makes me murder again.

“You’re giving me my wish though, baby. Because now I have a reason to take you sooner rather than later. Tonight…” I say as I straddle the motorcycle in the garage and pull on my helmet. “Tonight, you become mine, in flesh and blood.”

The bike fires up with a push of the ignition switch, with the sound of her engine echoing inside the garage as the door rolls upwards. I rev her up, again and again, until flames spit from her exhaust as I wait for the clearance to exit, and when there’s just enough room, I peel out. Leaving a long single strip of rubber on the cement floor.

I’m flying down the country roads, following the same path I brought home the other night with my dogs meal. I don’t want to run into any cops, or have too many people see me riding like a madman towards the woman who will most likely be the death of me in time.

The roads are smooth, thankfully, but they’re slick from all the rain, and I have to fight the front tire twice to keep it from wobbling out from under me as I race to catch her.

Her red hatchback is still in the driveway when I arrive, and I sigh a big breath of relief, fogging up the inside of my visor, but it’s cut short when the headlights click on, and it pulls into the road before I have a chance to block her path. Without stopping, I fall in behind her, staying back far enough so that she can’t see or feel me following her.

“You’re going to make me work for this huh, princess?”

She turns right, then another right, then left into the more urban areas of town. Cars pass by, and I even allow one to separate us on the main avenue towards where I angrily think she’s going. When she turns into the parking lot and the lights from the main entrance of “Le Chateaux” brighten the sky I curse under my breath.

“Fucking here again? Didn’t learn your lesson last time?” I growl as I enter the rear parking lot, stopping my bike in the darkest corner there is, away from the security cameras and lights.

I don’t need to access the building like the rest of the patrons. My tryst with Samantha and her trust in me has come in handy a few times, and having the pass code to the back entrance is something I will forever be grateful for. I want to keep to the shadows, no witnesses and all that. When she goes missing, and someone finally reports that she’s gone, I don’t want the investigation to come back to me and my horny dick that forces me to her.

The rear hallways are deserted in the club, and my riding boots clunk on the floor as I make my way through the maze of playrooms. Music from the front gets louder as I make my way through, anxious to see where my princess is headed, and with whom.

When the hallways widen and the glass viewing windows to the public rooms come into view, I crane my neck back and forth, looking in all of them, seeking her. If luck has it, she won’t have a date, and she’ll still be out front in the reception and bar area looking for her fun for the night.

With my helmet still on, and me dressed down in denim and leather, I’m anonymous, but I can’t keep walking around the posh establishment in a blackened-out motorcycle helmet, it’s just not appropriate. I need to cover my face, to the point that the regulars know it’s me behind the mask, and for her to be oblivious.

The door to Samantha’s office clicks closed behind me quietly and I’m happy to find that the woman who is more sentimental than she lets on has kept one of my phantom masks from the days when we used to play. It’s hung on the wall behind her large cherry desk, like a trophy, where it looks down at her when she works, a constant reminder to her that I’m the only man that has ever made her tap out.

Mmmm, good times.

Sliding the white, half face mask down over my cheek, and tossing my helmet on the couch in the corner of the private office, I step back out into the hallways. Immediately people who disregarded me in my helmet acknowledge my presence and side step out of my way. My identity to those who know me in here is safe, what happens here stays here, and for those who are fortunate enough to have never met me, they will never know who the phantom was that did what I’m going to do tonight.

Lily is at the bar, her elbow leaning on it as she sits turned sideways, her legs crossed seductively, her finger tracing down the suited arm of Edward, one of the club’s regulars. Her hair sways on her shoulders as she chats with him, and his eyes scan her up and down like a predator eyeing up its prey.

Not tonight fucker, this one is mine.

I have to play it smartly. I can’t just waltz over there and grab her arm, dragging her away from him like some form of caveman, even though that’s how I feel seeing her flirting with him. It’ll cause a scene that could tarnish my reputation here. I need to maintain my level of authority here, and that will be judged if I act irrationally, especially after the public display last week, when I literally carried her out of here in my arms.

“I should have just taken you home with me right away.” I mumble under my breath as I slowly stalk over to the bar.

Her back is facing me, so that she can’t see me, but as I near them, her words falter, and she stops stroking his jacket sleeve. When I step behind her, holding up my finger to the barkeep, I can hear her sniff the air quietly and see the goosebumps rise on her bare shoulders. Her freckles seem to move with the rising of the little prickles of recognition, calling for me to touch them. Again she recognizes my scent like a fucking bloodhound, and that is making me more feral for her.

Ed notices the change in her as well and looks over her shoulder. His icy blue eyes lock on mine behind the mask, and they grow wide when he sees me nod slightly towards her, curling up the corner of my mouth not covered in a silent sneer.

He’s a ruthless business man, a heavy player here at Le Chateaux, and he's smart. He’s intelligent enough to know that to take anything further with her would be a death sentence. He was, after all, in the crowd outside the playroom last Friday, another witness to what happens when the men here don’t play by my rules.

“H.” He says softly, grabbing his glass of scotch from the bar and standing up, adjusting his suit jacket.

He turns and walks away, leaving Lily alone at the bar, like sacrificing the lamb to slaughter in his place.

“Hey. Ed.” She calls out after him, raising her hand as if she could pull him back.

He’s too far away already though, scurrying away with his tail held firmly between his legs, scared away by the big bad wolf that lurks behind her.