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Which was the point, after all. I wanted her to have full control over the situation, but it didn’t mean I didn’tacheto know if she at least was open to the idea.

I spent days hanging cameras through my estate, covering every single inch of space I used so she’d have full access to me. But being patient and letting someone else have control over me was turning out to be agonizing.

I got up from my desk and walked away from the work I desperately needed to finish, but no different from the last three months, I couldn’t focus.

I couldn’t think about anything but Peyton. Distraction wasn’t working, so I gave into the need I had that was even greater than my hunger or thirst.

It was carnal.

It was Peyton.

Walking through my bedroom doors used to be so meaningless to me, but now it was the only place I allowed myself to give in to my desperate need for closeness to my pretty little Puppet.

My shower was barely ice cold when I stripped my pants off and walked into it, letting the sting of the icy water cut into me. I welcomed the burn before it warmed up and soothed something inside me.

And then I turned to face the camera I installed on the tile wall and stared at it.

Was she watching?

Who fucking knew.

But I stared at it, nonetheless, hoping the intensity of my gaze made her skin pebble to life and her pussy throb. The same way my body reacted viscerally every time I thought about her.

My cock already throbbed before I even pumped soap into my palm, and then firmly gripped it. “Peyton.” I moaned as my eyes closed and my head tipped back as I fisted my cock and remembered the way she felt wrapped around it. “Mmh.”

I could have exploded in no time at all, and I would have had the process been only for my sexual satisfaction. But I was hoping it was doing more than just releasing my pent-up need as I slowed my strokes and stared back at the camera.

I hoped she was watching me lose myself for her. It was always her in my brain, like my favorite drug I couldn’t ever get enough of. I started seducing Peyton Everett, hoping I would become her specialkind of high, but instead, I became the junkie constantly seeking his next fix, not the other way around.

And I prayed I’d get her back so I could feel like I could breathe again.

“Fuck, I miss you, Puppet.” I groaned, twisted my palm over the hypersensitive head of my cock. “Sometimes I can still smell you. But it’s fading.” I swallowed while that burning in my chest returned as I voiced out loud just how fucked I was over her. “The day I wake up and your presence no longer lingers around me is the day I’m past the chance of redemption. There will be no sanity left inside of me if I can’t feel you here, even if it’s in my head.”

The base of my cock burned with pleasure, tempting me to give into it and explode for her, causing me to growl.

“I miss the way you smile to yourself when you paint your fingernails.” With a hiss, I disclosed the parts of her she didn’t know I knew. Proving to her, I was within every part of her. “I miss the way you sway your hips back and forth when you listen to those girly songs in the shower.” Licking my lips, I pressed on, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to hold back anymore. “I miss the way you sigh almost silently right after I make you come, like you’ve never felt more fulfilled than in that moment. As if I’ve met your needs so completely, you ache for nothing else.”

I tightened my palm around my cock and bit my lip, fighting the roar that built in my chest.

“Come back to me, P.” I sighed as I started coming for her, covering the shower floor and growling. “Come back.”

There was no response through the camera, and even though I knew there wouldn’t be, it didn’t stop me from hoping.

I stared at the unmoving eye of the camera and closed mine so I could pretend for even just a moment that I wasn’t alone.

I spent my entire life alone, yet it had never felt as suffocating as it did right now.

Chapter 34 – Peyton

My hand itched to pull the phone out of my purse as I walked up the steps to my apartment so I could look in on Dane.

Lincoln.

Fuck, whatever his name was.

But I refrained, because who knew what I’d see when I opened the cameras to stalk him. It seemed like his favorite activity was jacking off for me.

Me.

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