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What if he can view these at work?

My stomach churns because even if he doesn’t see me breaking into his office, if he checks the recorded footage he’ll know. Leaning back in his chair, I glare up at the camera. A part of me wants to smash his computer to pieces as well as every camera in here. It’s very tempting, but God knows what he’d do to me if I did. And something tells me the sadistic part of Gaston would enjoy seeing me lose control to my rage.

The bedroom and adjoining bathroom were the one place I thought I had total privacy. Turns out privacy doesn’t exists in Gaston’s home.

Returning to his “Saved Footage” folder I delete every video in there, since it’s a violation of my privacy. And then I click out and turn off the monitor, my mind racing with how I’m going to make him pay for this.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realize he’ll be home in an hour and a half and I haven’t started dinner. My cooking skills have improved but I’m no Gordon Ramsay. So I leave the office the way I found it, shut the door and lock it before entering the kitchen where I stow the keys in the drawer.

And then I grab one of the cookbooks and decide to make Chicken Alfredo. It looks simple enough. Chopping the vegetables I start to have violent thoughts of stabbing the bastard who bought me and has been watching me with the knife. Gaston could be watching me right now.

Slowly, I add the ingredients together, stirring the creamy sauce and sprinkling in spices. The aroma fills the kitchen, rich and enticing. Maybe I’m not so hopeless at this cooking thing after all.

While I sprinkle shredded cheese over the finished dish, the door to his apartment opens. Gaston strides into the kitchen, briefcase in hand.

I force a smile. “Welcome home. I made Chicken Alfredo.”

Gaston raises an eyebrow, looking genuinely impressed. “It smells delicious, beautiful.” He moves behind me and grips my waist with his large hands, making me stiffen. “You’re getting good at cooking for us.” His lips tease against the back of my neck and instantly I’m disarmed.

Part of me wants to blow up at him and reveal I’ve found the footage, but another part knows I’ve got to bide my time.

We carry our plates to the dining room table and sit across from each other. I take a bite of the pasta, relieved to find it’s actually really good. We eat in silence for a few minutes.

“This is impressive, Blake. Thank you.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I reply lightly.

He smirks. “It would seem like it.” There’s an odd glint in his eyes and I wonder if he knows that I’ve been in his office.

Throughout dinner, he hardly speaks which isn’t like him. And then when he’s finished he stands abruptly. “I’ve got work to do in my office. I’ll see you later.”

I nod and clear the table while he disappears down the hall. How long will it take for him to realize his saved footage of me has been deleted? Once I hear the click of his office door, I release a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding.

That’s the moment I make my decision. He wants me to beg him to fuck me, but I won’t. Instead I intend to tease him into being the one to beg me. Put on a live show for him. So, I head toward the bedroom and close the door behind me. My heart is racing at a million miles an hour. I strip out of my clothes, standing naked in front of the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, I climb onto the bed and position myself so Gaston will have a perfect view of my pussy. Hopefully this will make his resolve snap and force him to come to me.

I slide my hand slowly down to my clit and circle it, groaning because I’m so sensitive. Ever since Gaston bought me, I haven’t allowed myself to come because every time I touch myself his face appears in my mind. But now I’m like a fucking atom bomb ready to explode.

“Gaston,” I moan his name, in part to fit in with my act, but it feels right to call his name.

I push three fingers inside myself and imagine it’s his cock, shutting my eyes and picturing his beautiful face in my mind’s eyes. Before I know it, I’m lost to the sensations, writhing on the bed.

Once I’m on the brink, I don’t stop. I can’t. My pussy clenches around my fingers and then I come apart.

“Fuck, Gaston!” I cry out his name again the moment my climax hits me and a flood of liquid squirts from my pussy. The release is intense, almost painful. Finally, I’ve come apart thinking of him and I hate how good it feels to submit to him even though it’s only in my mind.

Once the after waves subside I sit up and glance at the camera, hoping he’ll come for me now. Until I hear the creak of the bedroom door and freeze. Before I even see him, I know he’s there.

11

GASTON

Blakes delicate fingers caress her body as she lies on our bed, positioned at the perfect angle for my cameras. Her luscious lips part, releasing a breathy moan. She thinks she’s so clever, trying to manipulate me with her seductive display. But I see right through her.

She found the cameras. I already knew that after watching her break into my office this afternoon. The naughty girl deleted all my saved footage of her, but I guess I’m partially to blame for not logging out of my computer. And now, she thinks she can lure me in like a fish on a hook, but the thing is, I’m one step ahead.

My cock is hard while I watch her little show. God damn, her body is the most exquisite piece of art I’ve ever seen.

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