Page 38 of Framed Obsession

My weight shifts onto it while swinging my other leg from under me, making me move into a downward dog position. The fabric of my shorts hugs my curves, enhancing my suppleness and adding to the illusion.

Zoe and I both trail our hands from our feet to the apex of our thighs, slowly, sensually. My hair whips backward once again. I stare at myself in the mirror. My hands rest on the front of my hips while my body rolls. Looking like a soft wave on a beach.

We turn around in unison, twirling an arm above our heads. The center of my body continues to wave, feeling myself get lost in the music. Little strands of hair cling to my face in every motion. We drop down, bend our knees, then come back up, and repeat the move. I spread my knees wide in the process.

The pacing of my breaths is quick, already feeling bent out of shape. We turn, facing away from the mirrors, and roll our bodies one more time before ending with another pose. The rise and fall of our chests are at a steady pace. We both smile at each other at the accomplishment.

The members of the class should arrive in just a few minutes. I press pause on my phone before the playlist continues. I can’t wait to see each person solo today. When a momma bird pushes her baby off a tree and it takes flight, that's what it always feels like. Some may stumble and fall. But we always get back up.

Chapter 29

The Stalker

Fuck.

I grit my teeth. The need for her is worsening. Her body moves like a fucking symphony and I want to bathe in the music. The way her hips roll has me imagining doing filthy things to her. I want her to dance for me. For me and no one else.

My thumb slides over my tip, spreading the pre-cum around. Shivers erupt at the sensitivity. My hand grabs the head of my cock and I slide it downward slowly. I don’t think I’ve ever been this consistently fucking feral in my life.

I’m watching her through my phone screen, a little angry at the fact that this is how close I’m getting to her lately. If I could just reach in and grab her… My breath hitches, leaving my jaw to open a little wider.

I placed a few cameras in and around her dance studio. I’m not taking any chances after what happened last time she was alone. There is no such thing as too many cameras in my book. Her being fully clothed still has me as stiff as a board. Though I’d rather see her with nothing on, this will have to suffice for now.

My hand moves up my length with a forceful grip. I look down and spit, giving myself a little more slip. The song they're dancing to needs to be on repeat with how short it is, but I know it won’t take me long to come. I zoom in, centering her on my screen.

She bounces up and down to the beat, her hair whipping in all sorts of directions, and I imagine her bouncing on me. Moving her hips, slapping herself against me. My eyes close shut, and I bite my lip roughly.

Fuck yeah, baby, just like that. Such a good girl. Ride my cock.

I can hear the imaginary moans kiss my ears. The way she parts her mouth and grips me in approval. My head leans backward, feeling the closeness of my climax reaching.

I open my eyes once more, needing to see my Little Flower move again. She’s caressing herself, panting heavily, and I love to watch the rise and fall of her breasts. My face contorts before my warm come shoots out. I moan, feeling my release deep within escape me.

I close the video and clean myself up, not feeling one bit ashamed of my need for her. If I don’t have her soon, the world will fucking pay. For now, I have to pay Zane a visit. He's been on his hands and knees for me since the other night.

I forgave him. He’s been by my side since forever. Will the need to strangle him ever go away? Probably not. He’s like the “Robin” to my “Batman”. The very annoying Robin to my muscled, chiseled, badass Batman.

I grab my mask from the glass shelf in my garage before leaving. I spent this morning remaking it, so I definitely want to put it to use. This time I hop in my Challenger. My Little Flower knows the bike Axel drives, but luckily, I have choices.

The engine howls as I make my way to Zane's house. He lives a few minutes from me. The thought of living in the city never appealed to him either. Makes it easier for me to see him. And it makes it easier for him to do me favors.

I arrive and park in his driveway. It’s just as big as mine. He may have to upgrade soon, with how fast the relationship between Zoe and him is moving. I wouldn't have thought it was going to get as serious as it is. He is fucking whipped.

The car door slams behind me while I approach his front door. As soon as I lift my fist to knock, the door opens on its own. I peer around the hardwood, and he isn't in sight. What the hell? I push the crack open a little further, suspicion picking at my senses.

“Hello? Shit head?” I ask into the darkness. First of all, it’s daytime, why the hell is it dark in here? Second of all, how the hell did his door open? I pull the knife from my pocket, ready to use it at any moment. I wait for a response, but all I hear is crickets.

I slip through the doorway and make my way down the short hall that leads to his living area. A small white light shines through into the hall, as if a TV is on. I’m quiet with my steps, though my boots would love to disagree. I round the corner and see Zane's computer on, but no Zane. I cock an eyebrow.

“Boo!” A voice shouts from behind me, and I swing my arm toward the person. I miss. And I’m glad I do. The startle I felt quickly turns into fury at the man who is chuckling in my face. Maybe a little cut wouldn't hurt him, might teach him a lesson.

“I swear to God, I will fucking kill you one of these days,” I say, waving the blade in front of his face. His head shakes and he throws his hands up, pretending to surrender.

“The big bad wolf is coming. I’m scared. You would never, you need me and you know it.” He pushes my hand away, and I let him. He’s right. I do need him. As much as I fucking hate to admit it.

“How the hell did your door open anyway?” I ask, entering his living room. I glance around at all the screens that are placed neatly on his desk. He has six monitors. Three stacked on top of one another. He has multiple light-up keyboards scattered, and cords snaking around the floor.

He has way more equipment than the last time I was over. Why does one need this much? Who knows? How he feels about tech is how I feel about my helmets though. I can't fault the guy for having a hobby. I swear he is more of a fucking creep than I am.