9. Jaxson
9
Jaxson
I spend the rest of the week watching Lauressa when she’s home and become well acquainted with her patterns. She gets up at six thirty, showers, drinks coffee, throws on the first thing she can get her hands on in the closet, and by 7:05 a.m., she’s left her apartment and started her walk to work.
Once she’s out the range of the cameras in her apartment and her apartment building, I personally take the time to follow her to work. Every morning, she stops by either a local bagel shop or some café for breakfast and a cappuccino. Then she walks into work. From there, Shelly takes over the surveillance while I go home to make sure Nala is fed and played with before investigating actual threats to the Sovereignty. Potential whistleblowers. People taking crimes to the police instead of letting them be handled in-house. People trying to embezzle from our coffers.
Shelly comes by around two p.m. after she’s had lunch with Lauressa and reports anything that I don’t know or should look into. Like offhand comments about friends—one of whom she’s known since childhood, Lyssa, and the other being Mara, who she hasn’t spoken to much in some years .
Once Lauressa leaves work, my men follow her back home where she throws a frozen dinner in the microwave and then goes to her home office to either do interviews or edit them to load onto her podcast. Once she’s done a good three or four hours of that, she leaves, settles on her couch to watch television with a snack, goes to bed at midnight, and then repeats the process the next day.
She’s a creature of habit, so far. So when she comes back home on Friday, I’m only half paying attention to the cameras as I study her social media.
She interacts with Mara a lot. That’s to say, they both like each other’s posts but there’s no personal messaging or texting going back a few years. She doesn’t interact so much with Lyssa, but that might just be because Lyssa isn’t online much. Her mother isn’t on social media, but her father is and every single one of their interactions is them arguing about something in some fashion or another. It seems there’s not one thing they agree on.
Through her interactions with her father, I also find out she has a brother. But although they comment on the same posts and reply to the same comments, there’s never direct interaction between them, which leads me to conclude one of them has blocked the other or both.
Before I can investigate that further, Lauressa opens her front door and lets a man into her apartment. She smiles as she embraces and kisses him. She tries to pull away, but he pulls her back in. She pulls back again but is laughing as she leads him further into the apartment .
I knew she had boyfriend. Shelly warned me of this. I just conveniently put it out of my mind until now. I shouldn’t have. I should have been doing an intense scour of her social media to find the man instead of the cursory search I was doing.
I take a deep breath to prevent myself from storming over to her apartment right now. From killing that man for touching what’s mine. From teaching Lauressa a lesson about allowing men besides me to touch her.
I pause and remind myself that this is part of the conversion process. Seeing the person with so much potential that you’re trying to bring over engage in things and with people that are beneath them. Right now, Lauressa can’t be blamed for not understanding the weight and gravity of my promise to her. She doesn’t understand yet that she’s mine and what that means. I have to be patient. If I move too soon, I risk alienating her. I risk her putting her walls up even more than they are. Not that I couldn’t break those walls down eventually, but my tolerance and patience seems to be much less when it comes to her.
Now that my anger is under control, I turn on the audio for the cameras and observe their interactions.
“How’s work?” Lauressa’s boyfriend asks.
“Fine. Got put on a new project by my manager. Bribed her before I agreed,” she replies.
“Nice. Where’s Nala? Sleep?”
“Didn’t I tell you? Someone broke into my house Monday. Nala got out,” Lauressa says quietly.
“Oh. Right. I’m sorry, babe,” he says, pulling her into another hug.
“It’s fine. It hasn’t even been a week. I’m sure she’ll show up.”
On cue, Nala jumps in my lap and pulls herself up on my desk. Then she touches the monitor where Lauressa is, meows at the screen, and meows at me.
“You miss Lauressa?” I ask, scratching behind her ear. She meows loudly in response. “I do to. Don’t worry. She’ll be with us soon.”
I open my drawer and pull out the bag of cat treats. Instantly, Nala’s attention goes from watching Lauressa on screen to almost biting my fingers off as I feed her. Once she’s had enough, I put them away, give her a final scratch behind the ear, and set her down on the floor. She rushes out the room to who knows where.
Back on the screen, Lauressa continues to talk about her week, particularly about a final sponsor that she secured for a community outreach event she’s planning for One Humanity: the local community foundation she’s part of. She starts from the beginning, telling how they were reluctant at first because they didn’t see what they could get out of a two thousand dollar investment. But by the time she broke down exactly how the endearment of the local community would be a boon to their business, the sponsor sent the check right away.
“Now with that money we can get the good caterers for the event, offer free haircuts, and more goodie toys for the kids,” Lauressa says excitedly.
“That’s nice,” her boyfriend says distractedly as he reads something on his phone .
“What are you looking at?”
“Just something on my for you page,” he says.
“Oh,” Lauressa says, visibly deflating. Not that her boyfriend cares to notice.
Once again, I’m struck by the urge to storm to her apartment. How dare he not be hanging onto every word that comes out that perfect mouth of hers? How is he not charmed like a snake by its melody? The same way pigs aren’t impressed when you cast pearls amongst them, I suppose.
Having given up on getting her boyfriend to listen to her, Lauressa asks, “Wanna watch a movie?”
“We could… Or we could skip that and get to the part where we forget about the movie and have sex,” her boyfriend says, finally looking away from his phone.
He turns his face at a good enough angle where I can get a picture and run it through a facial recognition database.
“Zach,” Lauressa says with a sigh.
“It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you. Come on, babe. I need you,” he says to her.
“Well,” Lauressa says with feigned annoyance, “since you’re begging.”
He laughs and kisses her before grabbing her hand and pulling her to the bedroom.
I change monitors just in time to catch Zach taking off Lauressa’s shirt. In short order, she’s naked. Then he pushes her on the bed, strips himself naked, and buries his head between her legs .
The anger I’d managed to put aside earlier when he kissed her returns tenfold as he eats my Lauressa’s cunt, and she has the audacity to moan in pleasure while I watch.
Zach crawls up her body, kisses her, lets her taste herself on his mouth, then guides his cock into her. Lauressa arches into him, meeting his thrusts. Sticks two of her fingers into her mouth and reaches between them to stroke her clit. Her moans grow louder and louder as she begs him to pick up the pace and go harder.
“Res… Come on, baby,” Zach says. “Come for me, baby. Come so I can…”
She arches into him with a final moan and tightens her legs around his waist as she comes. Satisfied in her pleasure, Zach comes shortly after.
They collapse on the bed, panting for breath, exchange pecks, and whisper sweet nothings before Lauressa gets up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Zach asks.
“You know I can’t stay like this afterward. I’m taking a shower,” Lauressa says, heading to the bathroom.
I shrink the bedroom view and expand the view on the ensuite. She turns on the shower, turns some music on that blasts through a speaker sitting on the counter, and looks for something under the sink.
She comes back out with a suction vibrator.
I raise my eyebrows at the sight. Both anger (again) and sick satisfaction settle in me toward her boyfriend. Anger because she gave him the privilege of touching her, because I restrained myself from storming into her apartment and allowed him to touch her, and he couldn’t even pleasure her right. Sick satisfaction because of course no run-of-the-mill man can bring my Snow White the pleasure she desires. Nor can he tell when a woman is faking her fucking orgasm when his cock is in her cunt’s grip.
Lauressa steps in the shower and gets under the water. She lifts her foot onto the edge, grabs onto the shower rail, and puts the suction part of the vibrator to her cunt. She leans her head on the shower wall as tiny gasps start escape her. Opens her mouth in a moan drowned by the music she’s playing as her toy does in thirty seconds what her fucking boyfriend couldn’t.
But she’s not done. The hum of the vibrator gets louder, barely noticeable on the audio as the music does a decent job drowning it out.
Inexplicably, I’m jealous of a toy, of all things. While it does a better job bringing Lauressa pleasure than her boyfriend did, the one thing they have in common is that neither appreciate the privilege of being between her legs.
I wish I were there. I wish I could walk into the bathroom. Open the shower. Remove the vibrator from her cunt. Bury my head between her legs to nip and suck at her clit while she moans and gasps and whines above me. As her legs shake around my head and she grips the rail so she doesn’t slip and crack her head. But the danger of slipping would only make it all better.
After a whole night—a whole week—of restraining myself, I stand up and strip naked to do something I haven’t done in years. Technically, it’s forbidden by the Sovereignty. But I’ve never given a damn what the Sovereignty forbids when it comes to the things I want to do in the privacy of my bedroom. I haven’t done it in years because I’ve never needed to. If I needed to fuck a woman, there were enough women in the Sovereignty willing to throw themselves at one of the handsome young sons of the Oracle. But the woman I want, I can’t have right now. Not without going through a bunch of trouble that I don’t have the time for nor that I can actually risk tonight.
I grip my cock and begin to pump it as I watch Lauressa turn up the setting on her vibrator yet again.
“Come on, Lauressa,” I say as I thrust up into my hand. “Come for me.”
As though she can hear me on the other side, she tosses her head back and lets out a long moan of pleasure.
I wish I were there with her. I wish I could feel her stomach clenching. Her thighs trembling. I wonder if she squirts when she comes hard. Does she soak the sheets so badly, they’re ruined?
I groan as I feel my balls retract and tighten. My cock gets impossibly hard. Then I come so hard, my cum shoots onto the screen where Lauressa is panting and recovering from her orgasm. I’d be embarrassed that I unraveled so quickly despite all the practice I’ve had of denying myself the pleasures of life if that wasn’t the best orgasm I’ve had in my life.
Damn.
If I wasn’t sure she was mine before, I know she’s mine after that. After coming harder than I have in my life just watching her pleasure herself through a monitor. What would it be like to watch her in person? How hard would she come if it were my fingers pleasuring her? If it were my cock inside her? What would an orgasm feel like sheathed inside the heat of her cunt?
Growing up in the Sovereignty, I was forced to learn restraint. Extreme discipline. To deny myself and endure torturous pain and wait for the reward in the end. Starting from stringent times for meals as a child. Stringent studies that didn’t end until my teachers had nothing left to teach me. Stringent wake-up times no matter how late I went to bed because the Oracle spent all night teaching at the altar. Sometimes, I didn’t sleep at all.
But all that discipline is nowhere to be found because of Lauressa. All my careful planning. All the research I planned to do to know exactly how she tics before I make my move. All that is gone. What matters is making her know that I am the center of her life. I am her sun, and she is the only planet in my orbit. I am her light. Her life. Her energy. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. She’s going to be my convert whether she wants to or not.