Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
I watched her for an hour, my ass firmly planted in the chair and my camera angled so that the outline of her body was in its sights, and started to wonder if the screen had frozen. A quick slap against the side of the monitor told me shit was working just fine, though.
The girl lay motionless on the bed. Other than the gentle rise and fall of her breasts—the only visible proof of life she offered whoever cared enough to be looking—she appeared the perfect image of self-discipline. I hadn’t told her how long I’d be. That was part of the test of wills. The game I enjoyed when it came to breaking them. And I didn’t know what to make of her, whether I’d found the ideal submissive or the girl who’d break me instead.
Both possibilities sent a chill down my spine. I was growing impatient, another emotion I wasn’t used to dealing with. I enjoyed delayed gratification as much as the next guy. Most of the time anyway. And right now, this delay was meant to aggravate her, not me.
Instead, she lay there in comfortable silence—like some Disney princess just waiting for her white knight to kiss her stupid—while I paced the adjoining room like a canine in heat. My hands raking through my meticulously combed hair and digging into the flesh of my scalp.
The slight sting centered me, deadened the unease crawling up the back of my neck and whispering in my ear. Until my gaze zeroed in on the girl on the screen. The girl who seemed to stare back at me through the glass. No, not at… through . Her eyes searing into me. As if she saw me.
She couldn’t, of course, and I knew it was my mind playing tricks on me… yet I couldn’t quite figure out what about her was so unnerving. She was like all the others before her. She smelled the same, tasted the same. Her porcelain skin even felt the same. Untouched. Supple, like that veal I was already picturing. And pink.
However, there was something different about her eyes and the way she looked at me. Almost as though she were dissecting me from the inside out. They were innocent, yes, bright and shiny and so very na?ve. But beyond that, there was more…
I powered off the screen, yanking my shirt from my shoulders and jerking my belt from its loops before tossing both onto the floor. Then I stalked back into view of the girl with the dark, haunting eyes. There was a hint of green to them but only in the right light. Why I knew that, I wasn’t sure. Didn’t make the observation any less true, though.
She watched me enter the room, approach her, but she didn’t move. Her stillness to the point of unsettling. Even as her neck slowly pivoted to follow my path to the edge of the bed.Like one of those creepy animatronic dolls in an abandoned funhouse suddenly coming back to life and staring at you.
I unbuttoned my fly and drew the zipper down to its base, my focus on the girl as I stepped out of my pants and kicked them aside. Any other time, I’d remove each article of clothing smoothly before carefully draping it over the side chair, with the kind of precision I used whenever I was playing my hand at the card table. My every action was meant to be refined, controlled, purposeful. But today, my instincts were raw. More primal than restrained.
That didn’t mean I was inclined to rush. I wouldn’t rush. I never rushed. You didn’t rush what was meant to be appreciated. That said, something kept me from being able to follow my usual routine.
I removed my boxers in a similar fashion, a slow reveal before chucking them onto the floor. My cock moistened at the tip, prepared to lay waste to the pounds of flesh splayed out in front of me. I resisted the urge to reach down and stroke myself, to relieve some of the tension that had built up over the last hour or so. Longer, seeing as this girl had been testing my willpower since the moment she thought my money was her fair game.
My palms itched by my sides and my pelvic muscles twitched with the surge of blood flow.But instead of giving in, I climbed up her body, shifting her thighs to each side and resting my tip mere centimeters from her needy cunt. Then I released her hands from their grip on the sheet. The gesture was sensual, nearly affectionate as I plucked them away, a finger at a time, and massaged each pink kitten claw from base to nail, stimulating her nerve endings and returning her circulation.
And not because I cared. But because I wanted her to feel everything I was about to do to her. She might have looked like a doll but that didn’t mean I wanted to fuck one. I liked my women inexperienced. Not dead.