Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
FROM THE SHADOWS
Ialready knew she was coming out here, and I was fortunate to have enough time to myself to follow her.
It’s not often I’m on my own. I rented a small cabin as close as possible, having to pay triple the usual cost when I learned it was already rented for the weekend.
Money talks, so naturally it was mine in the end.
Cindel sets herself up in the sunroom, allowing me a chance to watch her from afar.
She plays with the ends of her hair, running the strands through her fingers, like an endless loop.
I’ve seen her do this before. She does this whenever she’s thinking, or sometimes nervous.
I’m captivated by everything she does… everything she is.
I smile from the shadows as she throws my gift into the yard, mere feet from my hiding spot.
Tortured as I watch her bent over form, crawl around the lawn, trying to find it again.
Sometimes she doesn’t make sense, but that’s what I love so much about her.
Unable to predict what she’s going to do next, and that fascinates me.
I am mildly concerned my dick might fall off with how hard it’s been over the course of the last hour.
Fuuuuck. Her body is all I can see when I close my eyes and now, she’s freely giving me more material.
On her hands and knees. I was ready to take it out right here, but I know if I move too much with the sun still above the horizon, there is a chance she could see me.
Cindel is vigilant. Scanning the property, trying to find me, but I’m nothing if not disciplined.
With the earbud connected to my phone, I open up the app and select the ‘light up’ function.
I want her to find it. She needs to know I’m here.
Watching. She may be freaked out by my tactics, but it’s necessary.
I just wish she would do as she’s told and keep the damn earbud with her.
It’s quite taxing to get a new pair each time, calibrate it just for her, and deliver it discreetly.
Hacking into her hearing aids felt too personal, so I settled on the earbud idea.
It allows the illusion of free will, but she’s a curious girl, and I knew she would take it home the night she found it.
I picked the right ear because I’m rather fond of the little freckle she has on the right side of her neck.
She only puts her hair behind her ears when she has an earbud in.
Otherwise, her hair is down, covering her usual hearing aids.
I can’t for the life of me figure out why she’d hide any part of herself. She’s fucking perfect just the way she is.
I’m not particularly good with words… but I like music. As if creating a mosaic, each song I select is the perfect piece…. bringing her closer to seeing the big picture.
If she destroys another earbud, it's a setback. Time is running out so to speak. I fold, take out my phone and tell her to be a good girl, and put the little device in.
It’s kind of adorable… her little temper tantrums. The way she stomps around after an interaction with me or how she attempts to keep me out by rearranging her room. Now, she’s using pillows to keep me out. I’m curious if she will stop pushing me away once I finally introduce myself.
No. Fucking stupid idea. I need to stay hidden, at least my identity, for as long as possible.
Only one person knows how I actually fit into this equation, and they have no idea what I’ve been up to.
Yes, I was tasked with watching her, but my intentions are quite different than the one who gives the orders.
I was raised to be a tool. A pawn in a game I never agreed to play, but what young child has a say in how they are brought up. I went along with it for a while, too. Never complained a single fucking time, either.
Three years ago, everything changed. When Cindel was thrust into this, I threw the damn rule book out the window. She was never supposed to be brought into this.
I’m drawn to her. From the first time I saw her, I felt the pull.
Right now, it isn't any different. Once I am confident, she is asleep, I stalk toward the darkened house. A copy of the key in hand. I actually have a set of keys to multiple houses in the vicinity.
“I want access to these homes, just in case,” he told me.
It was my first assignment, after I was well enough to be out and about.
Turning the key in the lock, I enter the cottage quietly and slip off my boots by the door. Not wanting to chance leaving my car nearby, I hiked up here and my shoes are filthy.
Cindel’s soft nasally breathing remains steady as I inch closer.
Kingston, as if on cue, lifts his head and begins to show teeth. I came prepared. Placing a beefy marrow bone in front of him, his attention is quickly diverted to the offered morsel. Good boy. I pat the top of his head.
Her body is strewn across the emerald, green couch.
If she opens her eyes right now, she will see my face.
I only have a black hoodie on. Next time, I plan to be a little more creative.
Only a blanket covers the top half of her body; tights and schoolgirl skirt are still on from earlier.
I grin to myself, knowing she must be out if she was too tired to bother undressing.
Just as well, I would have little restraint if Cindel was lying here in nothing but her undergarments.
Next, I notice the tools for the fireplace are pulled close to her. Cute. It’s hard to ward off intruders when you pass out, and your pooch is food motivated.
I’m impressed more than anything. The way she thinks ahead. Always on guard. For someone who’s faced so much… she survived. She’s fragile… but fragile like a bomb.
My fingers twitch and I reach for her. With the back of my knuckles, I touch her. Starting at the petite bone of her ankle. My hand glides up her calf slowly. I want to feel her skin. The separation between us is both torture and a blessing.
My stomach does that dipping thing. Like when you’re driving and you go down a hill, only for the road to rise again instantly.
The back of my hand continues to explore past her knee.
Her body moves slightly and I freeze. She groans but doesn’t wake.
Gently I progress up to her thigh, wishing desperately to delve beneath that tempting skirt, where I truly ache to be.
My cock is rock hard now, without even touching her flesh.
The curve of her hip is the widest part of her small frame.
Cinched waist and small chest. I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into her.
I have a feeling that she has dark desires.
Like I’m the only one who can satiate them.
They’re there; she just needs a bit of an awakening.
I’ve witnessed the last guy she was with.
A minute man who fucked his way through Cha-Cha’s in the back alley of clubs.
Pathetic. When she’s mine, she will never have to beg for my affection. Her needs come first.
Cindel is stunning… lips slightly parted as she sleeps.
I should leave. If she wakes up and finds me, everything will be ruined.
Despite my better judgment, I brush my thumb along her bottom lip, making it bounce.
Her tongue juts out to lick her lips, and I can’t help but mirror the action.
Fuck! That mouth. I wonder how it would look around my dick.
A sleep filled groan escapes her as she tries to power through my toying.
Okay… I’ve had my fun for the night. I adjust my cock before going over to the kitchen drawer to retrieve the piece of tech she’s just going to have to learn to accept.
I carefully remove and place her hearing aid on the table beside us, then nestle the little bud into her right ear. I admire her freckle.
Her eyes flutter, from my touch, but she doesn’t wake. My insides burn for this woman.
Gently, I place my lips against her forehead. As if saying the words against her will make them more powerful. My mouth moves lightly on her skin as I soundlessly deliver my message. Listen better, Princess.
Just as stealthily as before, I pull my boots back on and exit the house. After locking up, I head over to the guest suite. There are a few surprises I have in store for her.