Chapter 39
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
Maxim
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I can always come home, Dad. You know that.”
My daughter was apologizing for choosing to spend her winter break with her friends in Bali instead of coming home for Christmas. She wanted to see more of the world, and she shouldn’t apologize for that. I fought hard for her to have that.
I smiled strong in front of my daughter. We were on FaceTime, and she seemed happy. She appeared to be on the beach, and I didn’t see any men with her in the background that I’d have to strangle. “Of course I don’t mind, love. You have fun.”
Again, I fought hard for her to have that.
My finger traced the desk in my home office as my daughter continued to tell me about the great time she was having so far in Bali. It seemed she’d done a lot even though she’d only been there a few days, and things at school had gone really well for her this semester. Her grades were great, and she was dancing her best. I knew the latter for a fact since she sent me videos from time to time.
I was glad to hear her say it though, and that her teachers were pleased with her dancing.
“How’s Sia been?” she asked me. She frowned. “I feel like I don’t hear from her much since she started school. Do you know how her semester’s been?”
Of course, my daughter knew Sia was in school. They were friends. Of course, she knew about Sia’s winter classes. Of course.
I leaned forward. “She’s been fine, love, and I never thanked you for hiring her.”
That sole action changed the entire trajectory of my life. My daughter would never know that though. There was a time I thought she’d know, but my month away had ultimately resulted in transitioning my life in yet another direction. It was one where Sia and I ended up on opposite ends. There were always ripples when one made a choice, cause and effect. There was balance to the world.
Always.
My daughter’s smile warmed. “That makes me so happy. I knew you two would get along. Sia’s great.”
She was great, but unfortunately, I wasn’t such a great man. I broke her in the end, her trust.
Malyshka…
I listened to my daughter talk for another hour, and that was easy to do. I loved hearing her happy and listening to her joy kept me off the thoughts in my own mind. It kept my thoughts of Sia and everything involving her away. She was somewhere in this house, but I’d never felt so far away from her.
I was weak when I opened my laptop later that night. I supposed I just wanted to see her. I clicked onto my Sia Cam, and there she was.
Nearly naked.
The instinct to close my laptop had me gripping it. Her privacy shouldn’t be violated, but the fact that she wore a towel made me hesitate. It made looking at her not as forbidden.
These were things I told myself as I watched the flush across her brown skin. She was about to shower, the mist around her, and I knew this was her shower time.
You’re a terrible man.
I was, my guilt heavy, a burden. I didn’t feel guilty for many things. In the world I lived in and the job I had, there was no guilt. There were actions, and there were consequences. There was no gray, but getting involved with her had been a mistake, and it was one I couldn’t take back.
No matter how much blood I shed.
My chest felt caved, and I started to close my laptop, but I stopped at the sight of dark eyes. Sia stared directly into the camera.
She stared at me.
Of course, this was what my dark fucking heart wanted to believe. She did know I had a camera in her bathroom so this was possible.
Malyshka?
Blood charged my cock when she started touching herself. Her fingers dipped beneath her towel, and eventually, her towel fell off her flushed body. It pooled at her feet and revealed her brown nipples and cunt, the hairs on her snatch curly and dark.
I sat back, unable to fight when Sia’s fingers picked up with vigor between her legs. She could have been pleasuring herself innocently, but she did know I had this camera in her private space. She knew I could be watching her at any time .
What are you doing, malyshka?
She was playing with me, teasing, and my hand eased over my dick. The fucker hurt in my pants, and I couldn’t help it.
You really are terrible.
How else could I explain what I was doing? I shouldn’t be giving into this, her, but I was.
Because I wanted her. I wanted her so deeply and viscerally, and the feeling pulsed worse than the pain charging my cock. It hurt because I knew I couldn’t have her, shouldn’t have her.
Sia spread her legs for me, and before I knew it, I had my hand down my pants. I jerked off, our ministrations the same.
Fuck.
We both said it at the same time, her mouthing it through the screen while cum splashed my abs. My shirt partially opened, I allowed the jets to stream, and it was as if Sia knew.
It was as if that’d been her intent.
She continued to stare at me deeply through the image on my screen. She didn’t put her towel back on. She didn’t even shower. In fact, she turned the shower off, then left the room. She’d done all that because she knew I was watching.
She’d done all that for me.