Page 5 of Peep

It shouldn’t take long to set up a camera; this isn’t my first rodeo, after all. Although, I’ve never put cameras inside someone’s home. I’ve always stuck to public spaces to do my stalking…I mean observing. That’s a complete invasion of privacy. It’s a line I always told myself I’d never cross, but this man. This big fucking doofus has put a spell on me, and maybe the only way to break it is to immerse myself in his world, his boring, regular, average world.

Slipping my master key into the door and hearing the snick of the lock sends blood rushing straight to my crotch. The mere thought of invading his personal space has me equal parts aroused and terrified. The mix is heady, like a sweet and sour cocktail that I’m not sure I like the taste of.

I know my need for a secret security system in my workplace makes me a creep. Still, it’s enthralling watching people when they’re completely unaware. It makes me feel powerful, like I’m this higher being, watching over them as they scurry around like worker ants. Yikes, now I sound like a sociopath…perhaps I am?

I’d never do anything with the footage. I wouldn’t use it to hurt or blackmail anyone. They’re never the wiser, so what I’m doing isn’t that bad. Well, that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself anyway.

As I pass the threshold, I’m hit with Jahmar’s familiar scent: cocoa butter. It’s a smell I’ve always associated with him. Whenever he barrels through reception like a hurricane, he leaves that slightly sweet smell in his wake. I wonder if he usesit on every inch of his body. A mental image of Jahmar lathering that silky, rich skin with cream flashes before my eyes.Damn.

I edge into the room to find a surprisingly modest yet stylish place. I don’t know what I expected from this bougie doctor, but this isn’t it. It’s simple and understated, consisting of mainly off-white and black base tones with emerald green accents. The colour scheme is a bit on the nose, considering the name of the building, but it works.

It’s an open-plan set-up. The kitchen takes up most of the back wall, facing a dark oak table and a mishmash of black and white art deco chairs. He has a large, cosy-looking suede black sofa, and a low wooden coffee table sits in front of it.

I approach the table and pick up the book he’s been reading, flipping it over to scan the blurb. It looks like some gay vampire erotica. My fingers flick through the soft pages, releasing that wonderful new book smell. Oh no, he dog-eared the page. That’s a red flag if I ever did see one.

As I flip through, I discover he’s highlighted parts and left comments in the margin. ‘Swoon-worthy’, ‘pure filth’, ‘there would be way more blood’, ‘stupid fucking vamp’. I can’t help the dopey smile that sneaks onto my face as I read his ridiculous annotations.

Heavy footsteps and echoing voices in the corridor bolt me back to reality, and the real reason I’m here—must stay focused.

I need to be quick and hold off on my keen curiosity. Once I have this camera set up, I’ll have full access to him and be able to dissect him piece by piece.

Scanning the light fittings for a place to hide the camera, I huff in frustration when I realise there are only spotlights in the main living area, and I don’t have time to piss about with them.

I peek into Jahmar’s room. Bright white sheets adorn his bed, and I can’t help but fantasise about how amazing he’d look spread out on them. Fuck, I need to stop getting distracted,but being in his space without his permission feels deliciously forbidden, and I want to indulge a little, imagine him effortlessly flowing around the space looking sexy as ever. Blood pumps through my veins faster than usual from the pure thrill of it all.

I take a few steady breaths and then refocus. Stepping into the bedroom, I look up at the ceiling, and lo and behold, he has a fan above the bed. The centre is made out of black plastic.Bingo.

The camera will blend in nicely. All I need to do is drill a tiny hole wide enough to place the camera behind it. Slamming my rucksack onto the bed, I get to it.

I make quick work of installing the camera then step back, admiring my handy work. I jump onto my phone to check the visual. Fuck, it’s a phenomenal view. This camera is small but offers a wide lens view. I have a fantastic image of his bed and the surrounding area. It even reaches his wardrobe with mirrored doors. As I look at the image of myself and the bed, a flash of purple peeks out from underneath Jahmar’s fluffy pillow. I drag my eyes from the screen to the live image, and there’s no mistaking what it is.

Look, never touch.These are strict rules I’ve set myself…

Scrapping that rule faster than a speeding bullet, I slip my phone into my back pocket, lean across the bed and lift the pillow.

“Fuuuck,” I groan.

An at least eight-inch, bright purple dildo lies there with a bottle of half-empty lube. It’s incredibly life-like, with protruding veins, a thick mushroom tip and a suction cup at the base. A needy moan leaves me as my cock plumps. Does Jahmar fuck himself with that? I bet he’s a greedy power-bottom. Or maybe he lets someone else fuck him with it. I bristle at the thought. I’ve never seen him bring anyone back here. He’s always busy, so I doubt he has time to date or fuck. Either way,my dick is fully invested in figuring out what this man sticks up his arse.

I reach for the dildo, curious about how the material feels and the weight of it. Twisting it in my hand, I take in the realistic ridges. I bet they feel fucking amazing dragging against his prostate. I adjust my straining trousers, risking a single stroke of my thumb over the tip of my cock that’s pushing against the fly. The temptation to whip down my trousers and paint his sheets with cum has my body humming, but I couldn’t possibly do that. That’s taking it all a little too far. Plus, I’d be a fool to leave evidence of my presence.

God, I ache to see him at his most vulnerable, spread open and taking this enormous fucking toy. It takes all my strength to keep my hands out of my pants.

This is all his fault; he started this. When he slipped those big paws through my hair, the physical contact triggered my animalistic instinct for him. I need to know more. I want to know his weird little habits and the filthy things he does to himself when he thinks no one is watching. But most of all, I want to know what he’s hiding behind that perfect smile.

I scan the room for more evidence of what he’s been up to. It takes me a few minutes before the bitter realisation that the huge ass trunk is gone. It was up here for less than twenty-four hours and has suddenly disappeared. What the hell was inside it? The hairs on my arms prickle, and a sinking feeling swirls in my core. I shove the dildo under a pillow, haphazardly straighten the sheets, then scramble to get my shit back into my rucksack and get the hell out of there before I’m caught.

Chapter 4

Jahmar

Despite running late, I still manage to slap on a bright smile as I pass Femi at reception. Last night’s shenanigans only left me a few hours of sleep, and I think I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on.

Staring at the lift keypad, I swear the floors tick by slower than usual. As I burst out of the sliding doors, my steps stutter. I must be seeing things because Anders is leaving my apartment.

“Anders.” My voice reverberates down the long corridor.

He freezes, keeping his back to me while clutching the door handle.

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