Chapter Eight-Luc
CHAPTER EIGHT-LUC
E ight hours.
That’s how long I’ve been in my office. Just watching.
My monitors are turned on to my very own custom private security feed. The software system we have is phenomenal.
Something Angel and I cooked up. It allows each of the three admins, me, Nico, and Angel, to create our own feeds. As in, I can pick whatever fucking cameras I want to monitor.
This one I call Baby Girl. After my little nickname for Maria.
I can watch every angle of the bar, catch every moment of her working her shift.
Usually, she’s bouncy and happy. Tonight, she seems thoughtful.
Like something is weighing heavily on her mind.
I get it. I do.
I was pretty ominous when I said tonight.
But the truth is, I can’t wait anymore. I need to have her.
All week fucking long I played this game of cat and mouse, which was why I nearly laughed when she called me a tomcat.
I’m no tomcat. I’m a motherfucking viper. And I think it’s time I show her.
Some fucking customer calls out for her attention and it’s another reason I’m stuck inside my office.
If I sit out there, this amped up, there is no telling what I will do.
I already let the world know she’s mine when I beat the piss out of that guy and took her to my office.
But they don’t know I haven’t fully staked my claim.
That I haven’t fucked her yet.
They don’t know the snake is curled up inside his lair.
Waiting for the right moment to capture and strike.
I know it, though.
I know it and the anticipation is driving me mad.
“It’s almost time, Baby Girl,” I tell the monitor, brushing my fingertips over the one displaying her face.
Fuck.
She’s so pretty.
I know it’s foolish to think this, but there’s an air of innocence about her. Something that tells me she’s hiding more than I think.
I want to know her secrets. I want to break open the triple locked safe inside her chest that she’s hiding them in.
Maria doesn’t know I feel like this.
She can’t possibly understand the depth of my fixation.
It’s an all-consuming passion.
A sickness, some would call it. But fuck them.
They don’t know my need, my desire, my life. She’s the only thing that interests me anymore.
Aside from work, of course.
But a man needs more than work.
Nico has his. And I want mine.
I open the drawer inside my desk, picking up the remnants of her tank top. I should have tossed out that discarded scrap of silk, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I lift it to my face and breathe it in.
Honey and lilacs.
My eyes roll back inside my head.
I know the door to my office is locked, and no one is coming in. Just like I know there are no cameras inside here.
Just like Nico’s and Angel’s offices.
This is my sacred space.
It’s a symbol of our brotherhood and the complete trust we have in one another.
And it’s the only reason why I do what I’m about to do.
I lean my chair back, my eyes on the screen as I slide my zipper down. The sound is loud in the quiet of my personal den.
But that’s okay. My office is soundproof, too.
I free my cock from my pants and tug on it, feeling the titanium rods pierced through my shaft and the captive bead ring circling from my mushroomed head.
I have piercings all over both ears. Two in my left eyebrow. One in my tongue, but I usually take that out.
It’s my cock piercings that seem to get the most attention. I mean, they are designed for pleasure.
Mine and hers.
The final one is just at the beginning of my shaft. I have a curved titanium piercing barbell with balls on the ends of that one.
I didn’t start getting pierced with the intention of enhancing my or my partner’s sexual pleasure. But since it does, I use it to do just that. When I have a partner, that is.
Fact is, there hasn’t been a woman in months.
Not since Maria walked through the door.
“Fuck,” I hiss, squeezing my dick with one hand and pressing her ruined shirt to my face with the other.
My eyes flick to the monitor trained on her face and upper body. She’s mixing a bunch of cocktails for a group of women.
One is wearing a banner across her chest that says bride to be , but I don’t give a fuck about her.
No, my gaze shoots right back to Maria and her gorgeous tits as she leans over to hand out the drinks.
I stroke my dick faster. Jerking off in my office like a fucking teenager, but whatever.
I need to take the edge off before I take her home with me, and sitting here, breathing in her scent while I get myself off, watching her in real time, well, it does the trick.
I groan as I start to cum. Hot jets of sticky liquid cover my shirt and my pants and I curse.
Fuck.
Good thing I have spare clothes in my office.
I lick my lips, looking at Maria one last time before I get up to change.
The audio is on low, and I can hear the DJ switching tracks. I grin wickedly, agreeing with the Black-Eyed Peas as I strip down.
Tonight really is going to be a very good night.
Woo. Hoo.