Page 4 of Mine to Take

CHAPTER THREE

KIRSTEN

I know it was a test and seriously where would I even go? I did wonder how far I was from an exit, from others who lived here. Mostly it was so quiet in my room, occasional noises wafting in from outside.

How far was Farid from me at night? That’s what I really wanted to know. I wanted to see the bed he stretched his long limbs out in. I imagined his dark hair and smooth olive skin contrasting sharply with crisp white sheets. I closed my eyes and focused on his scent still lingering in the room, imagining the feel of his naked skin under my fingers as I straddled him, my hands sliding down his arms, entwining with his fingers as he slides into me…I clenched my thighs together. The heat building inside me, my clit swollen and already begging for a touch, a reason to release. I balled my hands into fists, willing this away. Had it not been for the cameras, I might have slipped my hand between my legs and taken care of it, God even that thought brought the pulses to a frenzy. I had no idea why, but suddenly I wanted him to watch. This was not like me. I wanted him to watch and then I wanted him to bust through that door and press my back against the wall…Oh God. I shook my head and turned my clearly flushed face to one of the cameras.

I didn’t know for sure, but I suspected he was watching. Pausing to glance at my response to the open door, before carrying on to the things he needed to take care of.

I was growing aware of the fact that my panties were soaked and my cheeks and body were on fire.

I could go into the bathroom, there was no camera in there, he had promised. But part of me, this depraved part of me I didn’t know existed, wanted him to know this was happening and that he caused it.

FARID

I stopped in the camera room to see how she had reacted to the open door. I was not surprised that she had done nothing. She knew there was nowhere to go. I thought she might explore the library or search the surrounding rooms on her own. But she also knew this was a test of sorts.

I admired her beauty for a moment. Her thick auburn hair an unkempt mess of waves and curls across her shoulders. She was wearing just the thin underlayer of one of dresses I had gotten for her. The dark color wasn’t enough to mask the reactions occurring in her body. Her tiny hands were clenched and the nipples that had been firm when I was in the room with her, were now fully erect and straining against the soft fabric.

I told Jared he could go. I snapped at him too harshly to leave when he protested, but off he went completely unaware.

Her lustful eyes met the camera briefly and then she clutched slightly at the fabric between her legs. Turning away from the camera, leaning against the wall by the window, I watched as the fabric lifted slightly, her hand between her legs. I could no longer see her hand, but the angle of her arm and movements led me on. I was fully erect now and mesmerized by the swaying of her body. Her legs spread just slightly, hips rocking with her hands. Her free arm slid up the wall and she turned her head just slightly, her mouth open, eyes closed. I imagined the soft moans coming from those lips.

I shut the cameras down and bolted back up the stairs and down the endless hallway to my private wing of the compound.

“Don’t you dare cum without me,” I growled into her ear, pressing her against the wall. I replaced her fingers with mine, sliding two of them into her slick tight entrance. With a deep raspy moan she leaned all her weight against my chest, as I pulled my fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit. Her moans and whimpers had me on the verge as well. “Farid,” she cried softly.

“Go,” I said softly into her ear.

As her walls fluttered against my fingers, she smacked the wall and let out a strangled cry. The flutters continued and vibrated through her entire body until her legs finally buckled and she melted into a satisfied heap against my chest.

I slowly slid my fingers out, but kept my palm pressed firmly against her wet flesh. Our breaths gradually returning to normal.

“What if I hadn’t been the one watching,” I said, my lips caressing her neck as I spoke.

“But you were,” she breathed. “If you’re worried about it, turn the cameras off.”

I grinned against her skin and chuckled. “Well played my dear.”

She squirmed a bit to turn and face me and I granted her just enough space to do so keeping my body, and very hard cock, pressed to her. I brought my hand up and ran one of my fingers across her lips. She giggled and licked her cum off of them.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“So many things,” I said, which was not a lie. Mostly that she had entranced me with her total lack of fear or even deference to me. And that she already had my heart cradled in her hand. “Most of which I bet you can read in my eyes.”

She smiled. “Yes, but tell me one thing anyway.”

I stared at her sparkling blue eyes and the freshly fucked glow on her cheeks. I pondered for a moment. “They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

Her jaw dropped. “That’s Fitzgerald.”

“Surprised?”

She nodded, mouth still agape.

“Now who is making assumptions about literary preferences? I still have to get to those things I was going to take care of, which now includes a cold shower.”

“You know I can take care of that here,” she rubbed her hand along my length. I pressed my head against her forehead, feeling the heat of her hand against me through my pants. “What on earth do you have to take care of that is more important than this?”

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