I’m about to close the laptop down, when I glance at the bottom of the security program. Next to an icon of a microphone, a light is blinking red. I growl as I lean close to the laptop and click the microphone button. Instantly, the sweetest, most enticing sound floods my ears.
It’s Fiona, and she’s moaning.
My blood boils, and my lust surges to the forefront. I click onto the security cameras in her room. Like her phone, I made sure the second we got to my house that the feeds from her quarters would go through my laptop, and my laptop only. The camera’s view fills the screen as I turn up the volume a bit. My cock is rock-fucking-hard in seconds.
Fiona is laid out across her bed with her phone laying next to her. She’s still wearing the slinky see-through nighty. But it’s slipped down one shoulder, baring one of her full, creamy tits with a rosy pink nipple. She’s writhing on top of the duvet cover, one hand teasing the exposed nipple. But the other one is between her legs, rubbing frantically.
I groan. Instantly, I reached down and unzip my fly. I lift my hips and shove my slacks down along with my boxers, and my thick cock springs hard against my abs. I wrap a hand around my shaft and snarl as I start to stroke, rapidly.
My eyes are glued to her as she touches herself. I stroke my dick in time with the way her hand moves between her thighs. Fiona moans as she touches her pussy, gasping loudly as her body begins to tighten and shudder. I stroke faster, pumping my fist up and down my throbbing hard shaft. Precum drips from the tip, trickling copiously down to make me sticky and slick.
Fiona throws her head back. Her hips buck against her hand, and her face contorts in sweet agony. When I hear her start to cum, I let go. My balls surge, and I grunt as the hot cum spurts from my swollen tip. The sticky white ropes land across my hand and suit pants. I groan, slowing as she does.
Fiona sighs deeply and sinks into the bed. She’s grinning, her face blushing as her legs shake. Eventually, she stands and walks into the dressing room. I switch to a different camera. I hungrily watch her change out of the teddy, my cock not going soft in the slightest. She changes into regular pajamas, crawls into bed, and pulls up the covers. The lights go out.
I groan, sitting back in my chair. I’m still holding my dick, and it’s still so damn hard. I watch through the night vision camera as Fiona twists and turns, before going still. And then, all I can hear is her rhythmic breathing as she slowly falls asleep.
7 Fiona
I squint my eyes, frowning as the voice loudly snaps me out of my dreams. My head lifts from the pillow, and I look across the room with bleary eyes as Nina begins throwing open curtains on the windows.
“What…” I wrinkle my nose, hating that I’m awake right now. “What time is it?”
“Six. Up and at em!” Nina looks downright gleeful to be waking me so early. She’s beaming when she walks briskly across the room and tugs at my comforter. “Time to get up.”
I groan and slowly sit up in the bed. My legs swing out before Nina decides to yank me out of the bed by force. I’ve never been a big morning person, and today isn’t any exception. My body still wishes it was under the covers, and my brain is still struggling to start up. I stand, stretching in the silk pajamas that of course fit me perfectly.
“Why am I awake so early?”
Nina smiles with glee. “Because you have work to do.”
“Uh, what?”
Viktor’s brunette assistant marches over to the door and sticks her head out. I hear her say something in Russian. A moment later, one of the big bodyguard-type guys who was with Viktor in my father’s office yesterday steps in lugging a tower of legal document boxes.
I frown. “What are these?”
“Your work.”
“Excuse me?”
The big guy with the tattoos and arms bigger than my body sets the boxes down. Then he turns and wordlessly walks out.
Nina’s lips purse. “Did you think staying here was a vacation?”
“Not for a single second,” I mutter right back, glaring at her.
She just smirks. “Mr. Komarov would like your assistance in some legal matters. You start today, right now.”
“I’m not a lawyer.”
She frowns. “Pardon?”
“I just graduated law school. I haven’t taken the Bar Exam or anything.”
Nina sighs. “Of course you haven’t. Well, nevertheless, Mr. Komarov would like your assistance with this legal matter.”
I frown at the stack of boxes she nods at, and I shuffle over to them. “Uh, okay, what sort of legal matter?”
The big bodyguard guy steps back in and walks right over to me. He passes a mug of steaming coffee and a plate with a blueberry muffin on it to me. When I look up at him in shock, his stoic face cracks just the tiniest bit into a grin, and he winks.
“Oh my God, thank you!” I groan. He wordless grins again before his face hardens back to stone. Then he turns to leave. Nina just rolls her eyes.
“You’ll find what you need in these boxes. Be ready in three hours.”
“Ready for what?”
“Work. You’re accompanying Mr. Komarov to a meeting at nine. Dress appropriately.”
Without another word, the ice queen turns sharply on her heels and marches out the door. I sigh slowly and walk over to the boxes of documents. Okay, time for work.
I shower quickly and change into a really smart pencil skirt and white blouse combo from the closet. It’s… revealing. Actually, most of the clothes I find inside, even the office-type clothes, are pushing it a little. None of them are overly slutty
