Page 26 of Captive Ruin

She closes her eyes, her words barely a murmur. “Let me go, or I’ll scream.”

I sit bolt upright. She didn’t just say what I think she said.

My fingers are trembling as I inch back the video to where she’s first lying down.

“Let me go, or I’ll scream.”

There’s no doubt.

Those very words. I’ve heard her say them before.

Can it really be?

Her fingers delve between her legs, her hips twitching, her mouth slightly parted as she pleasures herself.

What’s going on in her head? What is she imagining?

Speak again, I will her. Say something else. Send me a message.

And she obliges.

I don’t catch it at first. It’s so quiet, barely a breath. I have to go back, listen again, and then I’m only certain because I’ve heard her say those words, too.

“I’ll… I’ll suck you,” she whispers, and while she says it, her fingers lightly caress her clit. She spreads her legs wide, letting the camera perfectly catch the way her pussy glistens.

While she fantasizes about me.

I’m so distracted, I almost miss it when she speaks again. “Please… spank me…”

Damn.

Three lines, all spoken before, repeated while she’s masturbating in her bed.

I watch as Amelia comes hard, body arching, knees parted wide, imagining me touching her.

My obsession?

It’s gone from preoccupation to infatuation.

I didn’t think Amelia knew she was mine. Turns out, she was ahead of me.

It’s a six-hour flight back to New York.

Fourteen minutes later, I’m checked out of this damn hotel and heading for the airport. I can sleep on the plane.

First thing tomorrow, I’m going to find her boyfriend and set that record straight.

Then I’m going to go and visit my girl.

Seven

Amelia

It’s Sunday, and the apartment feels too quiet after the week I’ve had.

I try to get some work done, looking over the catalog for my art gallery, but give up after an unproductive half an hour. I can’t focus.

Maybe I should take a bath, or read my book.