13. Chapter 13- Lincoln
Chapter 13- Lincoln
I paced back and forth in my office, watching the monitors obsessively as Peyton slept peacefully in her bed. I broke my rule and stalked her in her own bedroom.
Technically, I also entered her apartment after she passed out, returned all of her scattered items from the woods, and intentionally positioned her phone on her bedside table so I could see her clearly as she slept.
But the invasion in her bedroom was the only part I felt bad about. It didn’t stop me, though. I was a runaway train, unable to stop or control myself after having just a taste of her perfection. I was a man of order, control, and routine. Yet within a week of meeting Peyton Everett, I threw it all out the window and ignored my own limits.
My phone rang, pulling my attention from the screen, showing a sleeping Peyton still passed out in her bed. She would get up soon to come in for work, but I didn’t want to lose a single moment of watching her, so I ignored the call .
True to form, the phone rang once more, and with a sigh, I reluctantly picked it up.
“What do you want?” I barked into the speaker, throwing myself down in my chair to stare at Peyton.
As my brother chuckled unimpressed on the other end of the phone, I clenched my teeth, bracing myself for his annoying mood.
“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine. How have you been?”
“Tamen.” I growled in warning, cracking my knuckles.
“You’re grumpy for whatever ungodly hour it is there right now. Did someone piss in your morning cereal? Surely Mrs. Straight wouldn’t treat you so poorly.”
“Tamen!”
My brother ignored my warning though and kept right on in his over-the-top theatrical way. “Oh, that’s right, Mrs. Straight isn’t there is she?” He asked, and I paused, knowing full well I didn’t tell him about my housekeeper’s departure. “Of course she isn’t, because I just saw her walking around the shops in England.”
“Leave it alone—” An icy chill broke out over my neck as I realized my brother knew something he shouldn’t.
“She had the most fascinating tale to tell about a bright and bubbly young woman taking her place for three months there, locked away with my crass older brother.” He jeered and my blood boiled. “What on earth would you be thinking to let someone like that near you?”
“Fuck off, Tamen.” I snapped. He wasn’t wrong, he was one of the few people in the world to know the real me. The fucked-up parts of me.
And that was only because he was just as fucked in the head as I was.
“I’m coming to visit, Linc. ”
“No.” I growled, envisioning him anywhere near Peyton, turned my vision red with fury. “Stay the fuck away from here.”
“See you soon, big bro.” He chuckled, ignoring me in typical little brother fashion, “Can’t wait to meet your new toy.”
“Tamen—” I yelled, but he hung the phone up before I could even finish my threat. “Fuck!”
Thanks to our awful upbringing, we were both equally fucked in the head. But where I was sly and sneaky, using technology to get what I wanted without even having to go near my target, Tamen was more hands with his damage. He had a blood thirst that knew no limits, and his skills to get that blood were unmatched.
And the idea of him stepping foot on Hartington Estate was enough to throw me into a tailspin. We’d never used our skills against each other, basically because we were each other’s only allies in the world. But he was just psycho enough to rile me up by threatening Peyton for a thrill.
And I would be damned if anything or anyone ever got near her. As if on cue, her sleeping form moved on the screen and she stretched her arms up over her head, waking up as the sunshine started peaking in through her curtains. Her blankets slid down her body, revealing her sexy form.
I pushed aside my anger with Tamen, ready to watch my most fascinating show as Peyton’s eyes fluttered open.
She was wearing a thin sleep tank and her full breasts barely remained covered as she moved around. It was as if it took her a few minutes to remember everything that had happened last night though, because she paused after a while and froze, staring up at the ceiling.
I could almost hear her thoughts racing through her mind. She looked over at the clock on her bedside table and noticed her phone propped up on the charging stand, and cocked her head to the side .
She had dropped it in the woods last night with her purse, but I retrieved it and returned it after she went to sleep. The trail I led her towards after fucking her led right to the back of the guest house, meaning she never even bothered to get her belongings. Instead, she’d walked right back into her apartment in a daze.
Peyton leaned up on one elbow and stared at the phone and then looked around her room, clocking the freshly cleaned high heels she ditched in her run, as well as her purse laid out on the chair by the mirror.
I leaned forward on my desk, completely entranced by her realizing I’d been there while she slept. I didn’t know if she’d throw the phone and freak out, or just accept that I was always around now.
“Dane?” She spoke with a sleep heavy voice, breaking the silence around her as she stared at her phone. “Are you watching me?”
I should have remained silent, letting her wonder. But I couldn’t stay away when she so openly beckoned me into her life.
With a few strokes of my keyboard, her phone screen opened her camera so she could see herself leaned up in her bed, mirroring my view, and I sent a message to pop up directly on the screen.
Always, Puppet.
She licked her lips and read the text before it disappeared so she could see herself clearly again. I watched her, unable to even breathe as she stared back silently. Did she have any idea what she fucking did to me, by simply existing?
Peyton took a deep breath, “Then I hope you enjoy the show. Because it’s your fault.”
I scowled at the screen, not understanding what she was talking about as she reached over the phone to the drawer in the table and pulled something out .
And then I couldn’t fucking breathe again.
In her dainty little hand was a teal blue dildo vibrator with little prods aimed out of the base. She kicked her blankets off and shimmied out of her panties as she stared directly at herself on the phone. I had a perfect view of her entire body from where I propped the phone up and my cock hardened to a brick as she pulled her sleep tank down, letting her big fucking tits pop free as she spread her legs and turned the toy on.
“Fuck.” I groaned.
Her soft voice filtered through my speakers as she ran the vibrating tip over one nipple and then the other. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny before.” They both hardened to peaks on top of the mountains on her chest, rippling with each movement and I regretted not fucking her on her back last night, so I could have seen them shake with my thrusts. “And it’s your fault.”
I was so entranced with the show she was putting on that I almost didn’t reply, but I wanted to keep her talking as she tormented me, so I obliged.
Did I not satisfy you last night?
She glanced at the screen and read my message as she spit on her fingers and rubbed them over her clit. Fucking hell, P.
“Quite the opposite, actually.” She breathed and then laid the tip of the vibrator on her clit and moaned, melting into the pillows. “I woke up dreading going to work. And then I remembered what you said about Mr. Bryce.” She rubbed the toy over her clit and then pressed it against her hole. I didn’t have a clear view, but I knew what she was doing as she moaned again, pushing the toy in deep. “And then I imagined him fucking me on that counter in his closet and my pussy throbbed before my eyes were even open. ”
My girl knew how to dirty talk.
Turn and lay back so I can watch you fuck that pussy with your toy, Puppet. And then we can talk about how you’re fantasizing about taking another cock as you masturbate for me.
She smiled seductively and then pulled the toy free, turning on her bed so her legs hung over the side as she sat up. Those fucking tits were so big they took up the entire screen and I hit the screen record button to save what I was about to see. I wanted to watch it again and again until she was mine completely.
She propped pillows up behind her and leaned back, bringing her heels up to the mattress and spreading her legs wide. God, I was fucking sucked right in as her pretty pink pussy opened up for me like a perfect prize.
I pulled my aching cock out of my pants and stroked myself as she put the toy against her clit again and pinched her nipple. “Like this?” She purred.
Perfection. You’re fucking perfection.
She moaned, reading my words, and I grinned, feeding on my girl’s praise kink.
Tell me what you’re thinking about as you fuck yourself.
“You.” She gasped, toying with her nipple and fucking herself deep. “And him.” She gave me a naughty smirk. “Does that make you mad?”
My hand tightened around my cock, knowing she was thinking of nothing else but me, even if she thought we were different people. My plan was working perfectly .
I snapped a picture of my hand wrapped around my cock and sent it off to her, watching as she saw it. She paused the motion of the toy and leaned forward slightly, parting her lips and then licking them.
It makes me hard.
She picked up speed with her toy and then paused with it deep inside of her. The probes laid right against her clit, dancing across it with powerful vibrations and she put both hands on her knees, letting it just toy with her body while I watched.
“You confuse me.” She palmed both breasts and pinched her hard nipples. “You tell me not to think about Tyson, and then on the same day, you tell me about my boss fantasizing about me. Causing this new fascination to bloom in my head. I thought you’d be angry at me for getting wet at the thought of fucking him.”
Lincoln Bryce is no threat to me, Puppet. If you want to spread those sexy thick thighs to him, go ahead. Take his cock. Take his come. Take whatever you want from him. You’ll still always belong to me.
She took hold of the toy again and started fucking herself with it. I watched with rapture, memorizing every single thing she did and what made her moan and how she rocked her hips as she took it. I had no idea my girl was so dirty.
It was a fucking blessing I didn’t deserve. But I was going to keep it forever.
Peyton was mine. Last night and this morning proved that. I wanted to prove it to her, too. So I screen grabbed footage from my security cameras last night that watched us fucking in the woods and then sent it to her screen .
The video blocked her view of herself, but I could still see her through the camera as the video started playing.
She froze as her voice played through her phone speakers. “He’s not into me.” She was on her knees on the forest floor, taking my cock as I pushed my fingers into her mouth, making her suck her taste off them.
“You recorded us?” She gasped, pausing her motions as she watched. I refrained from replying so as not to interrupt the video she was watching. I wanted to see her absolutely lose herself to me last night, even as we talked about her boss. It was necessary for her to witness the evidence firsthand.
She would always be mine.
“Oh god,” She moaned, tipping her head back as I told her in the video how I studied her and perfected myself for her. She wasn’t even fucking the toy into her pussy anymore, but she shattered, coming loudly as she watched the video. “Dane.”
Her voice nearly mirrored the recording of her begging me last night as I stood over her and pushed my cock down her throat. “Taste us together, baby. Familiarize yourself with it, because you’re going to taste it often.”
God, she sucked me so good last night.
“Fuck!” Peyton screamed and grabbed the toy, thrusting it a few times as she watched herself deep throat my cock like such a perfect pet. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She screamed, tipping her head back and pulling the toy out as she started squirting. “Dane!”
I covered my bare stomach with come as she squirted all over the floor for me in unison. Cutting the video off, I opened the microphone on her phone to speak to her. I deepened my voice to disguise it like I had last night as I praised her .
“You’re so perfect, Puppet. You came so hard for me.” She sat upright and stared at her phone in shock as I spoke to her. “Look at that pretty little mess you made for me.”
“Dane.” She whispered as she looked down at the floor next to her bed.
“You squirted for me just like I told you last night.” I growled, and her eyes widened. “Maybe I should send this video to Mr. Bryce, so he has some new material to jack off to.”
“Oh god.” She sank back onto the bed and ran her hands through her hair in exhaustion. “You’re turning me into a whore.”
I chuckled into the microphone and then groaned again, “Baby, you’ve always been this dirty little slut deep inside. You’ve just repressed your urges. Until now. Until you met me.”
“Mmh,” She picked her head back up and then closed her legs and dropped them to the floor, cutting off my view of my new favorite place on earth. “I have to go shower.”
“Have a great day at work, Puppet.” I teased, and she groaned, knocking her phone off the stand until it was face down onto the table.
As if that would stop me from watching her.
She had a rear camera, after all.