Page 13 of Peep

I groan while heavy-handedly placing my knife and fork on the table. I know he means well and has my best interests at heart, but I don’t need to be babied. And it’s not just that…my insides twist and turn at the idea of quitting my job and no longer having access to Jahmar. Why the hell is that the deciding factor about why I should or shouldn’t quit my job? I’ve acknowledged that my current infatuation with him is wrong, but it’s not something I’m willing to give up—not yet, anyway. Not until I dissect that haunted smile and the cause of those dark circles under his eyes.

I suck in a deep breath, stabilising myself before responding. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m good.”

My mum and brother exchange a wary look. Fury simmers in my chest until it feels like it’s going to erupt and split me in two.

I abruptly stand, needing a time-out. “I need the loo.”

Storming out of the kitchen like a stroppy teenager, I feel like a complete twat. My pissy attitude was embarrassing, but it’s like there’s something dark inside of me. Something that’s beenbrewing for years, like I could do some really fucked up things if I allowed myself.

My mum and brother have been nothing but supportive; it’s my own insecurities that torment me.

Leaning against the bathroom door I slip down it until I land on my bum with a thud. I slam my head back against the door and wince at the shot of pain that travels through the back of my skull.

I need something to calm me down and distract me from my spiralling thoughts. My hand digs into my back pocket like it has a mind of its own—I need to see him.

As I unlock my phone and open my security app, a hummingbird flutters its wings in my stomach, making me almost nauseated. Floating my thumb over the feed, I close my eyes before clicking on it.

Oh, fuck.

I knew where I’d placed the camera would open up a world of sin, but now that I’m here, watching him, I’m possessed by the devil himself.

Jahmar’s lying stark naked, knees bent and spread with his feet braced on the bed. I zoom in to see every inch of his delectable skin on display. Apart from the subtle dusting of curly hair on his chest and above his cock, he appears smooth. His cock is fucking mesmerising. It’s thick, just above average length, darker at the base, and gradients into a light brown with an almost deep pink at the tip.

Jahmar’s large hand drags up and down his length at a steady pace. He rolls his palm around the end, gathering moisture. It must be sensitive because his legs wobble as he winds his palm around the wet tip. As he glides back down, he pumps his hips up, revealing a silver piece of metal that’s glistening in his perineum. My breath catches, and pressure builds in my chest. Send the fucking coroner because I am dead. No single thingshould be allowed to be so arousing, but that piercing sure is. Honestly, it should be illegal—straight to jail, Jahmar Walker.

I fumble with my stupid belt buckle. My dick feels as if it could burst into flames if I don’t wrap my hand around it this very second.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I quietly chant as I struggle to unleash my throbbing cock.

I pull my boxers and trousers down so they’re wrapped around my ankles and spread my thighs. When I finally wrap my hand around the base, I moan in relief. My other hand trembles as I clutch my phone, watching as Jahmar fucks into the precise ring he made with his fist. I tug at my dick aggressively so, needing to be exactly where he is, needing to release all these fucked up feelings I have for this intoxicating man.

Jahmar pulls his hand away, spitting into his palm before returning to his dick. Not that he needed to; he’s wet enough. I copy him, wanting to feel exactly as he does, and tumble head-first into this climax alongside him.

His hips pump chaotically now. Every time I catch the twinkle of that metal ring through his guiche, I swear my cock grows harder. I feel completely feral, unable to stop my own hips from drilling up from the floor like a Duracell bunny.

Mocha eyes ping up to the camera like he’s looking at me dead in the eyes, searching my soul. Surely, he doesn’t know it’s there. Any rational person would have removed the camera if they knew someone was watching, not start masturbating towards it.

I’m too fucking wound up to care; my obsession is putting on a show for me, even if he doesn’t know it. Jahmar doesn’t take his eyes off the camera as his whole body quivers. He’s so close.

“Come on, baby, come for me,” I murmur. Like he can hear my very words, his body pulls tight before releasing ropes of thick cum all over his hand and stomach.

Jahmar’s eyes squint as he struggles to keep them open. He stares right down the camera lens like he knows I’m there. When he bites his lip, it’s too much to bear, cum pulses out of me, landing on the bathroom floor between my spread thighs. Wave after wave of pleasure surges through me until my body turns to liquid. I can barely grasp the phone in my trembling hand as my body unravels.

It’s enough to shatter me when Jahmar trails his fingers through the sticky mess on his lower stomach. His fingers come up to his mouth as he feasts on it, cleaning each finger meticulously. My heart pummels my ribcage, threatening to break free and land in the puddle of cum between my legs. Who the hell plays with their own cum when they’re alone? It feels like a performative act, one done just forme.

An eerie smile spreads across his striking face. I hold my breath and wait as he teases me mercilessly before cockily winking at the camera. I gasp, blood rushing to my ears—he knows I’m watching.

Chapter 8

Jahmar

Well, it’s fair to say I’m up shit creek without a paddle. I’ve spent the past few days trying and failing to scout out a new place to perform my next operation. Every abandoned warehouse or building I found had some logistical issues: active security cameras, homeless people, or too much foot traffic.

The only thing getting me through the day is the little performances I put on for Anders. I’m sure he’s watching because every time I swing through reception, he avoids eye contact, turns the colour of a beetroot, and swiftly exits.

I did a sweep of my apartment earlier and it seems like there’s only one camera. I should be horrified that he’s placed a camera above my bed, yet I feel nothing but flattered and aroused by his perverted fascination with me. I feel kinda special.

Who knows, maybe his peeping Tom antics can work in my favour. At this rate, I’ll have to perform my surgery at Emeralds tomorrow. It wouldn’t hurt to have extra eyes around the building. Also, the service lift could come in handy when I sneak patients in.

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