Chapter 30 Surveillance Review, Rafe
SURVEILLANCE REVIEW, RAFE
It’s nearly the end of the Fourth Chime. The Watching.
The Spire is quiet now as most people have already fucked, prayed, or worked, and there’s nothing else to do but go back to sleep.
I spent my time working. Now all that’s left is to check on Eve before going back to sleep. She had her meeting with Lorian today.
I open her biometrics, and the Venus Lock’s readings immediately catch my attention. Pulse spikes. A full activation pattern—erotic. Sustained. I swipe to expand the data. The lock reports multiple peaks. No external stimulation from staff. No sign of Lorian.
Which means she did it to herself. Except… the stimulation pattern is too clean. Too perfectly calibrated.
I isolate the room feed.
I stare at the screen. And then I play it.
At first, I just watch her body. Not her face. It’s easier that way.
Her pussy is already dripping wet when the holographic figures appear.
No doubt Lorian worked her body hard in the shrine, which led her to this.
What I assume is her fantasy. Not a gentle man who eats her out like she’s a delicacy to be savored.
No, she chose a fucking group of men who treat her like a sex slave.
And this was no mistake. She likes it. I can tell from her physical readouts.
She kneels before them like she’s been trained to do it.
Spreads like she’s presenting herself on a platter.
I watch one grab her hair. I hear the voice say, “Open your mouth.”
She obeys, moans, and says thank you. Her compliance is confirmed.
My jaw cracks from how tight it’s clenched. I pause the feed and study her frozen face, wanting desperately to orgasm. Pink lips parted, her big brown eyes completely dilated, and hips tilted to take more.
I glance down at the control panel with these images running uncontrollably through my mind. Then I notice a security setting I never approved.
Lorian gave her access to the bed companion. Of course he fucking did. I study it more, and I make sure she won’t be able to reach completion. And she won’t. My brother can be such a sick fuck sometimes.
I sit back in my chair and calmly hold my finger over the neural stimulation sync keyed to her Venus Lock.
I could let her have an orgasm.
But after a few seconds, I decide it’s better I don’t touch it. Not yet. I close the direct feed to her room. If she thinks this is what submission feels like, it will be interesting to see how much she likes it when it’s real.