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Silly girl, what are you doing? That’s a dangerous game — but it’s a game I think I may just like to play with you. Did you not watch that documentary, where unsuspecting rich girls ended up broke because they trusted a rich man on a dating app. I chuckle to myself like a real crazy person as I set up a profile. I have to use real photo’s, the first thing woman do is reverse search those. I snap a shirtless, headless selfie and fill in a profile to exactly match what she is after.
Her text messages and socials will be monitored, but no one in that house is checking this chat, it is firewall to hell and back. They’re not smart enough to be able to see what she is doing, not like I can.
The topless selfie she added is cute, the topless view I have of her on screen is magnificent. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, and the micro expressions on her face as we chat are telling me things her voice or words never would. You have to be very good at reading people in my line of work, and Lucia is easy to read — like a large print book.
I draw her into my web of half-truths, flattery, and deceit so easily. She laps up the attention, as if no one has ever given her any before. She clings to any compliment, and when I call her a liar, she swiftly has a little silent tantrum. She hasn’t a clue I can see her reactions, and I watch as she ends our talk and gets into bed.
Naughty, naughty Lucia, what are you doing under those covers — are you thinking about me? Hmmm. The erotic high of being a voyeur, watching her pleasure herself. The way she squirms, and grinds, and pants, as she chases an orgasm. I grip my cock inside my loose sweatpants, and jerk in time with her body movements. Imagining what she would be like as a lover, submissive or bratty? She would drive me to fuck her unconscious, her sassy attitude, filthy mouth, and curvy body. I am surprised no man has claimed her. I wouldn’t mind having Lucia on her knees under my desk with my dick in her mouth. That way she wouldn’t have any room back-talk.
Her mouth has got her in a lot of trouble — I’d like to think she knows how to use it for better things.
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It’s been days, maybe weeks - who knows - of talking to Lucia online. Sending her extravagant gifts and watching her touch herself at night. Playing mind games with her has me consumed, I tell myself I am screwing with her as part of my revenge. But I am enjoying it, I’m enjoying her, and she likes the forbidden attention of an older man she has no business chatting to online. Or anywhere for that matter. She likes to teeter on the edge of danger.
If she were my daughter this wouldn’t be happening, but her father has run for cover leaving his children unprotected from me and my revenge. It’s as if she wants to get into trouble, seeks it out, in fact.
Do you think about me when you pleasure yourself at night?
It’s a bold message. Until now I have not let her have any reason to think I might be watching her, even though it is all I do day and night. I care for my screaming nephew and watch her. Tonight, I have had a few extra shots of vodka, and I’m feeling reckless. There’s nothing to lose, she will never know who I am. I can play with her like a puppet on a string forever, it’s fun to have this sort of control over someone.
Maybe I do…
There’s no maybe, either it’s me you think of or it’s someone else
It’s you, except I don’t know what you look like. All I have is the sound of your voice, and your messages.
I don’t want you to think of anyone else when you come,every time you have an orgasm, I want it to be for me.
These three dots bounce, then stop, then bounce again. Then stop — I see her type and delete her text and type and delete it again. She doesn’t know what to say — she is blushing and biting her manicured fingernails. That mouth again, I want to kiss it, to fill it. I’d like to taste Lucia, just once.
I am going to need that as a voice note, I am sure that will make me come.
Teasing little whore, she is going to make me hard again. It’s impossible to watch her, and chat with her without my cock standing to attention. I’m getting tired of jerking off to tapes of her touching herself — it feels childish, and dirtier than real sex. I change the subject trying to get my body to behave its age, not like that of a teenage boy peeping into the girl’s locker room
Did you get my gift?
I did <3 You even got the perfect size, it’s very sexy…
Wear it to bed tonight, it will be like I am there with you.
I want you to be here with me, you could do anything you wanted with me.
Anything? Careful Lucy, you don’t know what sort of things I might like.
Anything— I would let you.
I will remember you said that, when we are together.
I’m half lost in thoughts of fucking Lucia when my head of security brings the baby back to me, and reality comes crashing in like the waves battering the rocks outside. I am going to have to get someone to help me — I can’t imagine many will apply for a nanny job here. I need to call Elodie and ask her where I would find such a person. I leave Lucia on screen and take Raul out of the office. I know he is a baby, but I still don’t want him seeing anything he shouldn’t see.
“There’s a boat coming in tonight, they have your supplies,” he says to me, “Aleksei would like a quick chat if you have time, they won’t be docked long.” I nod, the man is important to my operations. If he needs to talk, I will make time. One last glance at Lucia’s messages and an idea starts to form, it’s a dark thought. One I should ignore — but I can’t. When I want something, nothing will stop me.
“Bring him ashore, I have something I want him to do for me, too,” I say with a smirk on my face. No one will know, I am a ghost. This place doesn’t exist, it’s the perfect revenge. They took his mother and left him with no one to care for him. She can pay that debt. I don’t need to hire a nanny, I will take one. A Zagaria one. The princess is about to become a pauper. Lucia will be my help, or I might just kill her. Blood for blood after all.
There’s a photograph of my brother and I on the mantle in the living room, above the enormous fireplace built to heat the house in the winter. It’s a constant reminder of how much is miss him, of what they took from me. When I look in the mirror I see him, and me. It’s hard to look exactly like another person, and even more so when you miss that person.
I used to talk to my brother very day, now I speak to no one. The endless solitude and isolation have made me rethink what I want from my life. He was happy. He had a family, and now I am trusted with his son. I know Felix was a good father, I have got to get my shit together and try to be a decent one. That little boy has only got me, I have got to do better than my father did.
