Both my hands move to her waist as I fuck her senseless. I take a step back and push her down so she’s bent at a ninety-degree angle. All I hear is the sound of her flesh and mine, my moans and hers. The fresh air around us. We are toward the back of the site. So no one can see us. She can scream as much as she wants. I’m so close, and I know she is too. I pinch her clit, and that’s all it takes. Her pussy squeezes me, and I pump her with every ounce I have.
When I pull out of her, I see my cum drip from her pussy. Fuck, that’s hot. She stands up straight and turns to me.
“Ready for round two?”
She’s insatiable. I fuck her again. This time, her legs and arms are wrapped around me. I see the moment she comes undone, the moment she screams my name like I’m the only one she needs.
I haven’t returned to Nina’s classes, but I am keeping an eye on Frank. Currently, I’m watching her get dressed in her bedroom. Not only did I purchase restraints and other fun things for us, but I hid a camera in her bedroom. The thought of her fucking or being touched by someone else upped my obsession. But fuck, the voyeur in me enjoys every second of her on my screen.
I call her, and I see her smile when she sees it’s me.
“Hi.”
“Hola, Princesa, what are you up to?”
She doesn’t speak. I look at the camera, and she moves to the edge of her bed to sit down.
“I’m getting ready to go visit Mom.”
“Is she doing okay? Do you want me to go with you?”
She bites her lip, a small, thoughtful gesture I catch perfectly through the lens.
"She's having a good day," she says into the phone, her voice soft. "And you don't have to. I know you're busy with work.”
"I’m glad she’s doing well. Let me know if you need me,” I say. "Just keep your phone with you. I want to know you're safe."
“Miles.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to tell you something, and it’s me informing you, not asking you for permission. Do you understand?”
“What is it, Veronica?”
She lets out a long huff. “I’m having dinner with Frank tomorrow. He’s going through something and needs a friend.”
My grip tightens on the phone, my knuckles turning white. On the monitor, I watch her expression, defiant, braced for an argument, and entirely unaware that I can see the way her eyes dart nervously around the room.
"Frank," I repeat, my voice coming out like a low growl. The jealousy is a sudden, sharp pressure in my chest. I know Frank. I know exactly what kind of “friend” he wants to be, and it has nothing to do with talking through his problems.
"Miles? Did you hear me?" she asks when the silence stretches too long.
"I heard you," I say, my eyes fixed on her image. I watch her run a hand through her hair. It’s a nervous habit that she also does when she’s challenging me. "You said you weren't asking for permission, so I'm not sure why we're still talking about it."
"I can feel your temper through the phone," she counters, sitting up straighter on the edge of the bed.
I lean back in my chair, staring at the screen, where she looks so innocent, yet so stubborn. The urge to walk over there and restrain her myself is overwhelming. "Just be careful, Veronica. Friends can be more dangerous than enemies because you actually let them get close."
“I have to finish getting ready. I’ll talk to you later.” Then she hangs up.
I pull up Tia Susana’s number and press the dial button.
“Hola, mijo, what a surprise. I wasn’t expecting your call.”
“Perdon, Tia. I’ve been very busy. I’m calling to let you know that I have to push back my trip. Some urgent business came up that I need to handle first. I’m really sorry for the change in plans.”
“What business is it, Camilo?”
