It's been three days since I've seen her.
Three, long days since she's set foot in my apartment and stood before me in that lace slip I'd bought for her.
Three fucking days that she's refused to come up to my apartment despite my sending Hunter down there to bring her to me.
At first I thought she was trying to make some kind of point about the way I'd kicked her out, by denying me what we both knew I needed from her.
So I'd let her have that one night, give her a chance to cool off before she returns the next night, dressed appropriately in the burgundy set that had been altered just for her, complete with garter and stockings.
But no.
She'd chosen to leave her apartment altogether. Dinner with some of the other girls, Mona had explained quietly.
"Is this the kind of establishment where we just let the girls go out when they please, Mona? Is it?"
She blinked as if I'd gone insane, opening and closing her mouth as if she wasn't sure what to say to me. I'd stormed off, too irritated and frustrated to wait for a response from her.
By the time the girls made their way back home, they were so drunk, they were stumbling in the lobby, screaming and giggling like a couple of sorority girls.
Thank fuck none of the clients were still around by then. Considering the amount of noise they were making, they would have been displeased, to say the least.
Mona knows I want this to be a classy, discreet establishment, and I'd yelled at her for nearly an hour about how inappropriate the girls' behaviour had been.
She nodded dutifully every now and then, her eyes downcast while I paced in front of her, listing all the changes that were to be.
After kicking her out, Hunter had entered, and gently reminded me of the Miami trip scheduled for the end of the week. A few of my business associates were interested in branching out, expanding on our territory, so to speak.
But now I just felt like I was walking into some kind of trap, led blindly by the very people who pretended to be my allies while secretly plotting my downfall behind closed doors.
Nonetheless, I had agreed to go to ward off suspicion. Until Avery unmasked the people behind the breech in my security, I had to pretend I had no idea I was being watched.
Which she hadn't yet, because we were waiting for all that damn equipment to be delivered.
I couldn't go about my usual business because of the feds...
I couldn't even distract myself with fucking...
Shit.
I sent Hunter to her apartment last night, with the very same box he'd been holding two nights before.
She was at her apartment then, fortunately, but she'd purposely ignored the knocking and the pounding until Hunter had left.
I watched her boil water for tea, then disappear into her room before closing the door soundly behind her.
As if she knew I was fucking watching her.
That had pissed me off so much, I'd thrown the tablet into the wall, then stormed out of my bedroom with every intention of dragging her back here kicking and screaming.
It was only when I stepped out the door, fuming and seeing red, that I'd stopped to consider what I was about to do.
I was a really shitty human being, given that I didn't care about anybody but myself and killed anyone who got in my way, but forcing myself on a woman wasn't something I'd ever done.
Avery had always consented to whatever I did to her, always ready and wet for me. Eager to obey, submitting to me without hesitation.
Did I really want to destroy that dynamic between us? Did I want to be someone she was scared of, someone she was terrified to be around for fear that I might do something she didn't consent to?
What made her such a delight was the fact that she agreed so readily to the dirty shit I wanted. That she enjoyed herself - quite thoroughly - despite the various bruises and scars all over her body.
I clenched my fists and inhaled deeply, counting down from hundred until I was calm enough to go back inside and slam the door shut.
So, when I woke up this morning, I was determined not to let thoughts of Avery consume my every waking moment. I was going to go about my day the way I always did, and focus my attention on running the city.
My plan works out pretty well.
I'm busy all day, negotiating deals, greasing a few palms, making several payments, meeting with the mayor about the next election, then my lawyers to discuss how far we were in getting my case thrown out.
Close, they said, since neither the cops nor the feds could find anything concrete tying me to any of the crimes they claim I committed. Everything was circumstantial, at best.
Overall, a pretty damn good day.
But as soon as I get back, any semblance of peace I'd managed to gather throughout the day is destroyed when I find a brand new tablet on my kitchen counter.
Hunter has set up the feed so I have eyes on Avery again. The quality is even better, and I wonder if he replaced the cameras in her bedroom so I could see everything in even better detail, the bastard.
I pour myself a bit of bourbon, then take a seat on my favourite armchair while I watch her get ready for bed.
She changes into a t-shirt after the shower, and begins to moisturise her face and arms slowly, her manicured fingers moving sensually over her skin. I watch her tie her hair up before turning off all the lights in the room and getting into bed.
She tosses around for the first few minutes, and I feel a bit of pleasure at this, since I'm not the only one whose thoughts are running rampant.
I freeze, glass halfway to my mouth when she pushes the sheets away from her body and raises the hem of her shirt above her breasts.
She bends her knees, then spreads them far enough so she could slip one of her hands between her thighs. I toss the contents of my glass down my throat when she slides her fingers into her pussy, gasping delicately at the sensations, then lubricating her clit.
My nostrils flare, and I wish I was in that room with her so I could inhale the scent of her arousal, before diving face first between her legs.
Her other hand squeezes her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples as her eyes flutter closed.
I stare, breath quickening, when she moans and lifts her hips in desperation as she chases her orgasm. I turn up the volume until she's all I can hear, and I'm holding onto that tablet like it's a damn lifeline.
I curse profusely when she cries out, envying her fingers because they have the pleasure of being inside her pussy instead of my cock.
She sighs with contentment, and reaches for the sheets to cover her bare legs. What kills me, and nearly sends me running for the door, is the way she stares at her wet fingers with interest, before putting them into her mouth.
I groan in pain when she starts to suck on them, her tongue lapping up her cum like cream. Before she has the chance to do anything that might push me over the edge, I toss the tablet back on the table beside me and disappear into my bedroom, where I strip down to nothing.
I contemplate getting into bed without a shower, but decide I need to wash the day of my skin first. I turn the tap on, leaving the temperature at cold so I could try and calm my raging hard-on.
After about twenty minutes, my erection has softened slightly, but it's still hard enough to hurt.
I give up and turn the shower off, resigned to another long night without release. I wonder how I had gone so long without a good fuck if three days could have me this tense.
I brush my teeth while I dry off, then grab a pair of boxers and slip under my sheets, praying for sleep to come.
But it doesn't.
Not for hours.
All I can think about is Avery, and her fucking pussy.
Wet, hot, tight.
The way her walls spread apart when I push inside her, and damn it, how turned on she gets when I simply
look
at her.
Fuck.
My eyes snap open when my ears start ringing with the sound of her moans, and I swear I can hear them in my room.
My brain conjures images of her in my bed, kneeling on all fours while I fuck the shit out of her.
Avery, with her legs spread wide for me, my face buried in her pussy while she squeezes her tits.
Avery, fucking Avery, straddling me while she rides my cock, her hair wild and tousled with my hand around her throat, choking her, then slapping her beautiful face each time she dares to look away from me.
Avery, with her haunting eyes, her addictive pussy and her lack of inhibitions, taunting me from several floors away by daring to touch herself when I felt like this...
Fuck!
So can you blame me for waking up in the middle of the night, leaving the door to my apartment wide open and getting on the elevator to her floor?
Am I crazy for forcing Mona to hand me the spare keys to Avery's apartment and marching all the way there with a cock hard enough to cut glass?
Is it insane that I use those very keys to enter her apartment while Avery sleeps, then lock the door behind me so nobody disturbs us?
Maybe, just a little, but my patience has run its course.
I push open the door of her bedroom, and I'm pleasantly surprised to find her still asleep in her bed. She's laying on her left side, facing the door, her hands balled into tiny fists beside her head while she quietly breathes in and out.
This gives me pause, and I gently shut the door behind me without taking my eyes off of her.
She's wearing what I see is actually a cotton nightgown with some cartoon print on the front. Her curls are tied in a messy bun on top of her head, her legs covered by the sheet on her bed.
The bruises on her skin aren't as vivid today, but they have turned an alarming shade of purple, with a tinge of green around them.
Yes, I should feel ashamed for hurting her in this way, for leaving handprints and indents all over her skin, but I couldn't.
Not when she moaned the way she did, with her nails digging into my flesh like she couldn't get enough of me.
My god, the way her walls clenched around me when I fucked her, how could I not go crazy when she reacted like that?
I take a seat in the small chair in her room, leaning back so I can watch her closer. A weird feeling starts gnawing at my insides, the same one I'd felt last night, that told me this wasn't just about using her to relieve myself anymore.
There was a need now, barbaric and intense, that was meant only for her. It was obvious I couldn't control it, no matter how hard I tried, and it was so extreme, I couldn't even go a day without thinking about her.
