Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
ZANDER
I heard Wesley leave the house and got up to watch the events unfold.
He wants to train her, teach her how to fight and be strong.
He told me his plan after his visit to Julien in the gym, where he came back with a nice red mark on his jaw.
I want to train her too, but for entirely different reasons.
It doesn’t take long for him to make it to her dorm, and even less time to walk out with her.
Wesley and Riley step out of her room after a few minutes and she’s in a sports bra, tank top and leggings.
It’s a little chilly this early in the morning, but if I know Wes, he’s going to give her a good workout.
“How did you get into my room?” her muffled voice comes through my speakers and I shiver. She does it to me every damn time she talks. Her voice is a melody that seduces even the darkest parts of me.
The cameras don’t have audio attached to them, but I put spyware on her phone.
When Ava texted me the other day about Riley running off, I went over and got installed the program and she’s been none the wiser.
She really shouldn’t leave her stuff lying around.
Nothing of consequence has come up, but it’s nice to have ears on her.
Unfortunately, during classes, I can’t listen to her because I’d have my earbuds tossed without a second thought.
I’m still working on getting all the cameras linked to my phone, but that’s an ongoing project.
I’ll have access to those soon enough. Until then, I have to watch her in my room, on my three screens.
He says nothing, but then she scoffs. “Really? You made a copy of my key?” she whispers as they walk down the quiet hallway.
Now that’s interesting. I wasn’t aware he had a key.
I promised Ava I wouldn’t make one, but I guess my promise doesn’t extend to my brothers.
I know he did it to get to Riley, but I’m not sure how much I like him having a key to my sister’s room.
Wes and I are going to have a little chat about that later.
“Never know when it’ll come in handy. Better than breaking down your door, don’t you think?” Wes says.
There are times I wish I was more easy going like him.
He’s a natural with people. He always knows what to say and how to persuade them to do what he wants.
Life has dealt us different hands. He grew up differently than I did, which makes him more eager to please people.
I protect the few people closest to me. I shake my head, focusing on the video in front of me.
I follow their every move on the cameras, their path interrupted briefly by blind spots until the next one picks up.
They don’t talk and she blindly follows him.
She trusts him. Deep down, that notion does strange things to me.
I know about the woods, and about how Wesley came to pick up the pieces after Julien left her there alone.
Dick move on his part, but I understand his thought process.
Show no weakness. Kindness is a sign of weakness, and Riley was right when she said he painted a target on her back by putting her off limits.
I see the way Julien looks at her, and not all looks are the same.
There’s a longing there. He wants her just as much as he wants to fuck with her.
Wesley starts at a light jog and she stays with him, clearly not expecting the cardio so early in the morning.
When he slows his pace to match hers, I can hear a muffled conversation, most likely because of her phone being tucked in a pocket.
A few words pop here and there, but I know I won’t be able to hear them again until they reach the gym and she puts her phone down.
Her tits bounce with every step and I can’t help but wish I could take her shirt off to play with them.
They’re perfect. I could tell from that damn dress she wore over the weekend where her cleavage was on display.
And I still can’t believe she propositioned me in front of most of the student body.
Jokes on her, though. I would have gladly pinned her against the wall and fucked her brains out.
I wouldn’t give a shit if anyone was watching.
In fact, I’d welcome it. Voyeurism is my favorite kink, not that this should come as a surprise to anyone.
I watch everything, so it’s a natural craving.
Everyone here thinks I don’t get involved because I don’t want to, but it’s because no one can handle my lifestyle choices.
Sexually, I know what I like, and I have yet to meet anyone who enjoys the same to the full extent.
I’m too…sadistic. Maybe I’m a masochist too, because what other reason do I have to watch the two of them?
When I graduate, I’m opening an exclusive club for pleasures of a more darkened nature.
Most people would call it a sex club, but it would be so much more than that.
It would be a true reprieve for those who are too afraid to act on their fantasies in an otherwise “normal” setting.
It’s also a way for me to act out my fantasies with mutual parties who are interested.
Exclusive clientele with fat wallets, and willing participants.
It’s going to make a killing. The guys know what I’m planning and have already agreed to be partners in the business.
Images of Riley bound and gagged, looking up at me, make me stiffen in my shorts.
I press my hand over my hardened cock, trying to relieve the pressure that’s building.
She gave me the worst nickname too, Daddy.
It’s like she fucking knew what I was into and wanted to poke the bear.
But to have her call me that under different circumstances, you bet your ass I’d give her so many damn orgasms. I’ve always preferred Sir, but something about how the word rolled off her tongue.
Longing hit too close to home and I had to get away from her.
I shoved her into Wesley’s waiting arms, desperate to get away from her and my primal urges.
No one has ever gotten under my skin before, not like this.
Not in a way that makes me want to burn the world and protect her all at the same time.
I don’t know how to handle these feelings.
So it’s best to watch from a distance like I always do.
Alone.
I catch sight of them on the camera, almost to the gym.
I’m sure he plans on getting her on the mat and pinning her as often as possible.
It’s best to learn to fight hand-to-hand.
After all, most of what she learns this year will be with fists.
As she moves through each grade, she’ll learn to fight with guns and knives too.
Pointebreak turns its students into fighters.
That was always the purpose. Learn to hurt, maim, and even kill without a second thought.
Over the years that’s changed, especially by letting women into the school.
Around here, the women mostly study survival, money laundering, and business.
It’s the reason Ava’s here. I didn’t like the idea of her coming to Pointebreak, not with the hardened men who attend, but the idea of her being able to fight and defend herself won me over in the end.
Mikhail likes that she’s here because then he doesn’t have the deal with her right now.
She’s a pawn, like most women here. I know she’s going to be married off some day and I won’t be able to protect her in the same capacity.
She needs to know how to do that on her own.
If I close my eyes and think back to this weekend, I swear I can still smell Riley.
It could also be from the pair of panties sitting next to me.
I groan when they reach the mats, just as I predicted, and know I’m going to be in for the show of a lifetime.
Her lithe form is lying out on the mat, breathing hard from the exertion of the run.
I bite back a groan and try to focus on the cameras and not my sexual fantasy of her tied in that position as I cut every inch of clothing off her.
“Alright, Hellcat, show me what you’ve got.
Try to pin me,” Wes says as he pats his chest. I can’t see her face in the camera, but her hesitation tells me everything I need.
She knows she can’t win against him, but she’s stubborn enough to try, anyway.
She runs toward him and dips her shoulder, aiming for his gut.
He easily grabs her waist and lifts her, tossing her onto his back.
He gives her ass a playful slap, and I groan when she squeaks in surprise.
“Again,” he announces as he places her down.
She huffs. “I’m not going to be able to knock you down, Wes. I don’t even know what I’m doing. You haven’t shown me anything.”
“I want to see your fighting style. Pick out things you’re doing well and things we can work on. Try whatever feels right.”
Again and again she tries to knock him over, to no avail.
I’ve got to give her credit, though. She tries different moves.
Anything she thinks will work. Growling, she turns away from him, a hand on her waist as she lifts the top of her shirt to wipe the sweat from her brow.
She’s frustrated. Even through the camera, I can read her body language.
Me:
Stop thinking with your dick and teach her something, asshole. She’s not learning anything.
He picks up his phone, reads the message, and smiles up at the camera—at me. He knew I’d be watching, so it’s no surprise.
He tosses his phone on the mat and focuses on Riley again.
This time, he focuses on giving her tips and teaching her how to take down an opponent who is bigger than her.
It would still be a challenge, because most men around her have at least fifty pounds, if not more, on her.
Dip low, focus on the legs, and if that doesn’t work, go for the eyes, nose, and throat.
That’s the aim. She needs to stay on foot because if she gets pinned in an actual fight, that’s it.
She needs to use unique skills without having the height or strength of a potential opponent.
They practice over and over. She’s breathing hard and I know she’s going to be sore tomorrow.
My hand moves slowly up and down my aching cock. Watching her attack repeatedly has got to be one of the most erotic things to watch. She drops her shoulder and reaches out for his legs and finally pulls him down.
“Yes!” she shouts with excitement, and I can’t help but smile at her.
Good job, Luna.
Wesley lifts his hand and when she tries to help him stand, he pulls her down and rolls them so she’s flat on her back under him. He cradles the back of her head and brackets her legs with his own, pressing her down into the mat.
“Once your attacker is down, run, don’t stick around.”
She drops her head back and groans, her chest rising and falling rapidly in defeat. “What happened to your jaw?” She touches the subtle bruise Wesley got from Julien and he pins her hand down above her head to the mat, ignoring the question.
I’ve always enjoyed watching others, and Riley is definitely my porn of choice.
I can’t stand it any longer. It has been pure torture watching them.
I pull my dick free from my shorts and wrap my fist tightly around the base, squeezing the tip as I slide it back down again.
Over and over. The pressure rises and falls as I edge myself, not willing to give into the climax.
Needing to torture myself longer. Wesley stays on top of her and when he lowers his lips to hers in a kiss, my hand speeds up.
I imagine I’m there instead, on top of her, kissing her, smelling her.
Those whimpered moans for me, and not for him.
Fisting her panties in my other hand, I bring them to my nose, smelling her as I jack myself.
I’m out of control and I don’t like it. I don’t want to be like this.
Her breathy moan fills my ears, and I look at the camera again, anticipating seeing them naked, but they aren’t.
She wraps her legs around his waist and digs her short nails into his back.
He’s feasting on her and her hands explore every inch she can reach.
I’m recording this session and I know this won’t be the only time I watch it.
He dips his hips into her and I speed up when her moan of pleasure reaches my ears.
I can feel my orgasm at the base of my spine growing in intensity.
He drops his head to her ear and whispers something.
She turns her head to the camera and stares at me.
She doesn’t speak it out loud, but mouths Daddy at the camera.
That stupid fucking name . The nickname that’s going to be my undoing.
I can’t keep her close to me after that.
I want her so damn much and I’m no good for her.
Wesley bites her neck and when she bows her back, I come all over myself, her eyes never leaving mine.