LOGINGideon's POV"We need more tests. I suggest we refer him to Mindy's lap in Norway. They are better equipped to handle this case!" Jeffrey's voice booms over everyone else's. I sit at the head of the table, listening to my subordinates argue over the latest case. Slowly, their voices fade away as my mind pulls me over to the memories Avery left in me. I can smell her, feel her hand on my body, taste her urine surging all over me. Endorphins. No other way to describe the feeling she gives me! It's like flying on a moon. Like riding through the wind. I know I'm going to come crashing down soon but for just a second, I want to fly and ride with her. "Gideon!" Jeffrey's voice draws me back to reality. I blink. All the surgeons at the table are staring at me, waiting for my final decision. This is what I love and hate most about being chief: the responsibilities strangle me. By day, I am saddled with all this power. It can make me feel like the only man on earth. But at night, I
Avery's POV What the fuck am I doing here!? I shouldn't be here yet.... I am sitting in the darkened corner of the restaurant, close to the bathroom. Gideon and Martha are sitting at the best table in the house under the illuminating light. Martha is wearing a green dress with a long plunge that showcases her breasts. Gideon is on his best suit. You'd think they were a perfect couple. Gideon says something that makes her throw her head back in laughter. A shocking wave of jealousy speeds through me. He is my pet, my slave. I didn't realize how much I got off on his devotion, his adoration and willingness to literally lick the boots on my feet until now. To see him with someone else, with Martha of all people, pisses me off! I stab at the plate with my fork, noisily. "Ma'am, how are you finding the steak!?" the restaurant manager comes up to me. I flash a bright smile. "It's excellent. Excellent!" "Would you like anything else!?" the manager asks. I sha
Avery's POV "It's my phone! Um, probably work stuff!" I reply. ,Joe eyes me suspiciously. "What are you doing under there!?" I tug the duvet tighter under me. "Nothing!" My wand buzzes louder, drawing Joe's attention again. "Babe, you need to get back to the bathroom and wash up now!" I snap just as fast to derail his attention. Joe pouts but he obeys. When he returns to the bathroom, I exhale with relief. Grabbing the phone, I see the messages from Gideon. They're desperate pleas to focus on him and jealous tantrums. WHAT IS HE STILL DOING ? I THOUGHT HE'D BE AT WORK BY NOW? I CAN'T SEE YOU. I WANT YOU. PLEASE LET ME SEE YOU. I'LL BE A GOOD BOY. DO YOU HATE ME!? He is rambling. I grow mad and send him a reply: NOW YOU GET NOTHING! I exit the video conference, cover myself with the duvet and succumb to the power of the wand. My phone starts ringing. Gideon. I ignore the calls, feeling my orgasm as it bursts through me. "Babe, your
Avery's POV "Good morning, babe!!" Joe's voice coerces me out of sleep. I stir. The morning light is flooding in through the open windows, sun rays falling all over my face. "There you are, sweetheart!" Joe says, coming over to me. I raise my head just enough to see that he is carrying a breakfast tray. I can smell the waffles and freshly-squeezed orange juice. My favorite. I rise. "Morning, babe!" He places the tray over my thighs, before planting a long kiss on my lips. His morning breath mixing with mine. I can feel his lips curling into a smile. "Somebody's in a happy mood!" I tease him when the kiss finally breaks. He falls into the space beside me. "Well, last night was...amazing! I mean I was starting to worry about us since our big fight and then the party..." he pauses. My senses tingle as I recall the cameras all over my house. My eyes flicker over to the camera above my mirror. He could be watching now. The creepy voyeur. I was only mad for
Gideon’s POVEven thought she’s mad at me, I can’t help but twinge with excitement.Her eyes…There is something cold about them. Calculating. Deadly. Her fury makes her expression almost impenetrable.She is bubbling with rage and, like a volcano, I want her to erupt and consume me.“Did you put up cameras in my house just to spy on me, Gideon?” she asks again.I shrink under the intensity of her gaze. She shouldn’t have found the cameras. I put them up the same day we met. The day Joe introduced us.“How long have you been spying on me?” she asks.I want to tell her the truth: how I’d spent hours sitting here every night obsessively watching her as she went about her life oblivious to the eyes in the sky.From the day we met, I wanted to know everything about her and the only way to do that was to…spy on her. I’d sat here watching her bathe, dance, work out, sleep with my son. I saw everything! I want to know everything!“How long!?” she snaps, drawing me out of my own head.“I’m so
Gideon’s POV She tastes like a nectar of the gods. All-consuming, intoxicating, addictive rush that makes me want to drown in her pussy. All hairy beauty of it. Even as she pins my head down, I still can’t get enough. Blood rushes to my head as I unfold her clitoral hood, spread her inner labia, licking her up. She stifles a moan, back arching deeper into the chair as the sensation spreads all over her body. Her hand on my hair tightens. The more I lick her, the harder she pulls on my head. “That feels so good, fuck,” she whimpers breathlessly. I grin against her pussy, eager for more praises. “Do you like it when I do this?” I ask, stroking her clit with my tongue. “Your tongue feels so good when you do that,” she replies. “I love when you praise me,” I whisper against her. I bask with greediness; I would do anything for her approval. Anything for herHer hand gathers my hair. “You exist to worship me. I want your eyes on me!” “Yes, mistress.” I peer into her eyes







