Chapter Eighteen
CADE
Watching her for most of the day has been an utter edging delight. I know I’m edging myself, even as I slow burn edge her.
She’s wearing the toy.
It wasn’t there when I let myself in this morning with Enzo.
Taking Jack’s keys to her building and apartment was easy as he’d dumped them with the rest of her stuff in the middle of the living room. So, I could sneak in early.
She’s a restless sleeper. When I went in, the covers were tangled, and her hair a cloud around her head.
I can picture her every time I close my eyes. Smell the sweetness of her in the air.
Her toy she used, the rose, still had her juices on it, dried as she hadn’t washed it yet. But I liked that. Liked lifting it to my nose and breathing the musk of her in.
I put it down carefully, back in the same spot as I found it and stood there, wondering what she’d do if I decided to come all over her.
But that seemed a step too far. A little too much into the creep zone.
I’m not ever ruling it out, but I think I’d prefer her tied up, awake, watching.
So, all I did was leave the gift-wrapped box with the toy, and I watched her sleep for a few minutes before letting myself out.
And yeah, it was gone when Enzo and I got there.
We put the cameras in. Nothing’s being recorded, just live feed if I flip to them, which I do.
Her place is small, so there’s the bed, the sofa, and one aimed right at her shower.
Already a film of filth and desire is coating me.
The cameras are in place at her work, too, and I watched her squirm there. But I’m betting that as dirty as Vi is, she’s in her heart, a good girl. And a natural born submissive in all the right ways.
She knows I’m her master, so she won’t disobey.
But fuck, has she been distracted all fucking day.
What did Enzo say to me at her place?
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
He knows Vi works for Isaac. But he didn’t comment on me apparently stalking my brother’s ex, so maybe he doesn’t know who the studio belonged to.
So yeah, I am, and I’m not.
Because like him, I know there are laws against it.
What am I saying? The only reason I’m not sure is who she is.
Jack’s girl.
Ex-girl.
But she isn’t someone I can just fucking walk away from without things being messy when I’m done.
Then again, I don’t see me being done for quite some time.
She’s the most intriguing complication I’ve met, and I knew that before I discovered just how filthy and in line with my own preferences she is.
Right now, she’s having drinks in an upscale bar and restaurant with her friend Lia. I’m in a corner near the bar, a perfect location, watching.
Seats and tables dot the area, and the two girls laugh and pick at the bowl of fries they’re sharing.
They look happy, relaxed.
Unless you focus in on Vi. Unless you know what to look for.
Her smile’s edged with anticipation as her movements jerk slightly, like she’s unsure, and her gaze darts around a little, not really searching for anything, but I suspect, even when I haven’t seen her today, she’s on edge, the toy inside her pussy rubbing or maybe shifting, or else that’s what she imagines, like I do, and the mere fact it’s there is setting off tiny sparks of excitement.
In her office, the camera under her desk showed how she’d press her thighs together.
It’s invasive, I know, but there’s something electrifying knowing I’ve got one there, and already my mind’s jumping with ideas of what I can make her do at work.
I have one set up in her office area to show her as she works and I put one in Isaac’s office as well as one showing the main office.
The one under the desk is so wrong I only flipped it on a few times. But I wanted cameras in that fucking workplace to keep an eye on the creep, Isaac.
Watching her work all day was a hot little bonus.
But man, has it been hard not to take my edge off.
Control, however, is worth all the pain, all the frustration, because when I unleash, it’s going to be ferociously real and for her.
Control to stop me beating off.
Control to stop me flipping the button and turning on that toy.
I have the app for the toy open on my phone.
But I don’t touch it. I sip my whiskey and watch, my book unread on my table, and I wait.
Testing my own limits is part of the fun, too.
Right now, they’re stretched to breaking point.
A perfect place to be, balanced on the line between chaos and discipline.
Vi laughs and shakes her head at something her friend says.
I think—no, I know—I’m going to make her come in here.
The waiter comes by to put plates down, and I flip the switch.
One quick burst of high octane.
She gasps, clenches the table, and then says something to Lia.
I can almost hear her making up an excuse for her sudden reaction.
Lia leans in and puts her hand on Vi’s, but Vi perkily smiles and shakes her head.
She says something that makes her friend laugh, and I can just imagine.
‘Hunger pains.’ Or, ‘Oh, my God, I just thought of something.’
Whatever she says, makes her friend sit back, and they sip their wine and start to eat.
They’ve gone with the small plates on the menu, a salad they’re sharing and a plate of what looks like shrimp.
As her friend digs in, looking down at her plate, Vi glances around in a furtive way. She’s only giving tiny looks, like The Ghost is right on top of her, not on the other side of the room.
But her friend distracts her again.
This time, when I turn it on, I start so low that a look of confusion crosses her face. Like she isn’t sure if it’s the aftermath of the high blasting buzz I gave her earlier, or if it’s new.
It’s purring so low right now, deep in her.
But that’s not the best part.
No, the best part is how the toy sits. The main small body lodges inside her, and the rest of it, slender, thin silicone, spreads either side of her pussy lips, just to hold it and stop it slipping out, to stop her body expelling it.
A girl can do Kegels, but all day’s a bit much.
Besides, this way, when she sits, it pushes into the perfect spot, or so the saleswoman told me.
Up against her G-spot.
And the rest of the best part? It also hugs her clit. And sitting must cause some stimulation, just enough so she’ll never forget it’s there.
I haven’t turned the clit stimulator on.
Yet.
I finish my whiskey and get another when the waiter comes past.
I’m already fucking rock hard, and she really puts me in danger of losing it. Her dirty little mind and innocence wrapped up together are intoxicating. Add her eagerness as well as the edge of fear, and I’m a goner.
I up the purr.
This time, she thinks she’s ready for it.
A soft parting of lips and her motion on the chair, slight and almost not there, gives away the slow tendrils of pleasure.
Shit, I wish I was up close. I wish I had her tied to the chair, as I walked around her naked form, the puddle of desire forming under her as I gauge her reactions, as I ask her to tell me how she’s feeling.
As I torture her into a glorious orgasm.
I shut that thought down.
With the controller, with her right there in the crowded restaurant and my state, I don’t need that extra layer of stimulation.
I shift the toy up in intensity.
She squirms, trying not to, as her friend chatters. I know Vi pretty well, and I can tell when she’s not listening, and that’s the expression on her face as she pretends to, as she pretends nothing’s going on.
An evil smile breaks free as I take a few sips of my whiskey.
I lock eyes on her, playing her like a musician, adjusting when it gets too much and finding the right spot. There…she’s got a slightly dazed expression on, and she lifts her wine, like she thinks she’s got it all worked out.
That’s when I turn on the clit stimulator.
Her glass almost slips from her fingers.
Now I edge her up to the precipice, knowing if I get her worked up to almost feral levels, the payoff’s going to be sublime.
It’s a fine line. If we were alone, I’d do this for hours. But in the restaurant, I don’t want her to scream. At least, not this time.
And I fucking love watching how she tries to control her reactions, failing every time.
Luckily, Lia’s story is involved and long and she doesn’t notice as she talks, hand flying through the air as she describes something to a very much not listening Violet.
I up it all, bringing it to an intensity that, from her face, tells me she’s fighting grinding down, fighting running off, fighting the inevitable orgasm.
And I can’t fucking look away.
If Violet looks right at me, she’ll definitely see me opposite her, the one place she really hasn’t looked.
I’m betting she thinks The Ghost isn’t here, or is hidden in a dark corner, exactly the places her gaze has darted to.
I have an excuse at the ready if she spots me, but I think she’s far beyond that. She’s caught up now, and she wants to come, all while dreading doing it in the restaurant. She starts to push back her chair, hands on the edge of her table.
But there’s no way she’s taking this from me. No way she’s escaping to the bathroom. She’s mine to do with as I want. So, I’m going to do just that.
I go up one more notch on both.
She shudders in her chair, almost convulsing.
No one else looks, and she tries to cover it by coughing.
Lia hands her water, but doesn’t seem to notice anything else.
Violet has never looked so gorgeous as she does now. Helpless, vulnerable, at my mercy.
I push it all up to high for a brief burst, and I’m rewarded with her gritting her teeth, her eyes rolling in her head. Then I turn it off.
And she grabs that water, gulping it down.
Her cheeks are an alluring dark pink, the flush lacing along her throat.
Then I send her a text.
Me
Do you have any idea how fucking aroused I am by watching you come like that?
She gasps, and whips her head around, this time her gaze darting at everyone.
I drop my gaze to my book, but she doesn’t get up, doesn’t call out to me.
She doesn’t notice one Cade Maddox here.
I look back up, but she’s talking to her friend, disappointment showing.