Page 70 of Shadowed Obsession

I just did.

You can take it out now.

Doe

Thank you. You better not be at my place when I get back.

Or what, Deirdre? What will you do?

Doe

Don’t try me.

Another empty threat. You aren’t ready for the real thing, but that’s okay.

Doe

Keep telling yourself that, Sir.

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oops (oh my)

Deirdre

6:08 p.m. | 4 hours after ‘the sixth incident’

Icouldn’t be happier when the workday comes to an end. While it was eventful and productive, I’m spent. Between lunch with Dad, Scar’s teasing, and tackling a heavy workload, I am ready to blow off some steam. Eager to get home to my toys and pl…Fuck. I forgot to charge them. Shower head it is.

Note to self: charge my damn toys.

I pull into the garage and enter through the side door, slightly disappointed that the house is empty.

Without preamble, I undress, trailing to my bathroom, humming softly as I turn on the shower. As I go over my mental checklist I remember to grab my toy chargers and plug them in. To my surprise, the lights don’t blink, indicating a full charge.

He did not.

I’m not mad about it, because I don’t stay on top of charging them my-damn-self. A clear sign that this man isveryattentive to my habitsandneeds.

Speaking of need, replays of his commanding voice urging me to come hijack what should be a relaxing shower into a pregame session.

I aim the detachable shower head downward, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit. The thought of him handling my toys turns me on more than I care to admit. The delicious combination guides me to the cliff, and I tumble over in ecstasy.

I complete my nightly routines for my skin, hair, and body and finish up as I massage the vanilla-scented lotion into my skin. I’m admiring my body in the mirror when an idea comes to mind. Not a good one, but since he played with me all day, I must return the favor.

He wanted me to play and I will.

I wrap myself in a robe and head downstairs to fetch a pre-rolled joint from my office stash before dragging my step ladder into my room to retrieve the camera above my closet. I place it directly in front of my bed before stepping onto my balcony for a few puffs to calm my nerves.

Once the high hits, I put the joint out, dim my bedside lamps, and pick out a crotchless cranberry teddy to slip on. I don’t wish to obstruct his view, because tonight, Iwantto be seen. To thank him for helping me get my mind off the unexpected visit, I’ll give him a show he can’t resist.

I grab a vibrator from the box underneath and climb onto my bed, a strong wave of his scent takes over, as if he’s here, but he must’ve sprayed his cologne on my pillow.

Cute.

I position myself into the camera’s view, picturing his broad build and whiskey eyes on me. This may be the wildest thing I’ve ever done. While all signs point to no, I still send a text to Scar.

Bedroom camera.

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