chapter Four:Caught On Camera

I woke up soaked in my own sweats and panic,I couldn't get thr red blinking light from the pool camera out of my mind  I could barely sleep , just kept feeling phantom water on my skin, phantom fingers inside me, phantom teeth on my throat my phone is burning a hole in the sheet with messages dropping make the beeping sound a message from

Julian came in

“Morning, baby girl”

Check you'd better check your email right  fucking now.I almost drop the phone and right there it was sitting in my inbox like a bomb:

[e-mail]

Daily Motion Summary –03:14 a.m to 4a.m.

Attachment: POOL_NIGHT_0725.mp4 (87.3 MB)

My hands shake so bad I can’t even swipe it open another message from Julian came in 

“I already watched it.

Twice. Meet me in the media room in ten minutes the message included and bring the shirt you’re wearing nothing else it seemed like an order but one that I would gladly obey

I’m only wearing his white dress shirt, unbuttoned to my navel, nipples hard from terror and leftover want. My thighs are sticky from dreaming about him I don’t even bother with panties cause what’s the point anymore?

I’m downstairs in six minutes flat, barefoot, shirt flapping open, heart beating as if it wanted to be freed from my ribs. The media-room door is cracked, blue light bleeding out  I push it open and the air smells hit me first leather, his cologne, sex He’s sprawled in the huge recliner, remote in one hand, black sweatpants riding low, cock already half-hard and outlined like a threat the giant screen is paused on a still frame of me mid scream in the pool, mouth open, tits out, his fingers buried deep.

He did say a word he just signaled to me with his finger “Close the door Lock it.”

He hits play on the remotes

Night-vision clarity the sound of water splashing, my recorded voice begging “Julian please please ” loud enough to rattle the surround sound. On screen he’s biting my neck while I ride his hand like my life depends on it. In the room I can hear my real-time breathing speed up to match.

He watches me watch myself, eyes black.

“Sit,” he orders.

I drop onto the couch beside him he drags me sideways into his lap without asking, so I’m straddling one thick thigh, shirt falling open completely. Cold leather on my bare ass, hot muscle under my pussy i whimper.

He loops the video again, turns the volume lower, and slides one hand between my legs like he owns me because at this point he does

“You’re dripping on my leg already,” he murmurs against my ear. “Look how pretty you come for me.”he said

His fingers circle my clit slow, matching the rhythm on screen every time video-me moans, real-me moans louder l’m grinding on his thigh shamelessly, chasing the edge, when he suddenly stops.

“Not yet.”he said then stood up, lifting me like I weigh nothing, and carries me to the control panel on the wall types a long code. The screen flashes:

DELETING ORIGINAL FILE… 9%… 23%…

I’m panting against his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, shirt hanging off one shoulder.

“We have to kill it,” he says, voice rough. “Before tonight’s cloud backup, Your mom gets the summary email every morning at 6 a.m. sharp.”

The progress bar crawls. 47%… 61%…

I’m shaking so hard my teeth chatter. “What if she already I tried to ask but he interrupted “She didn’t I rerouted the alert to me.” He nips my earlobe“But we’re not done.”

He hits another button and a second file starts: living-room couch, two nights ago. The angle is perfect me completely naked, legs spread wide, his dark head buried between my thighs while I scream his name and pull his hair.

I didn’t even know that camera was there.

“You kept it?” I whisper, half horrified, half turned on.He smiles against my throat, dark and possessive. “I keep everything, baby girl. Every time you break for me every filthy sound.”

The progress bar on the pool file hits 100%. FILE PERMANENTLY DELETED.at that very moment a wave of relief hit me so hard my knees buckle.Julian catches me, spins me, presses my front to the cool wall beside the screen the living-room video is still playing  my recorded orgasm is echoing through the speakers.He pulls something from his pocket a tiny black USB drive.

“Your private copy,” he says, sliding it between my breasts, right against my racing heart. “For when I’m on a work trip and you’re lonely. For when I want to fuck you with an audience only we know about.”he grinned

His hand slides down my stomach, two fingers pushing inside me without warning.

I cry out, palms slapping the wall.

He pumps slow, curling, thumb on my clit, lips at my ear. “Thank me for saving your pretty little ass.”

“Thank you,” I sob, pushing back onto his hand “Thank you thank you”i kept saying almost screaming He spins me again, drops to his knees, throws one of my legs over his shoulder and eats me against the wall like a man who had been possessed I came in under thirty seconds, screaming into my own forearm so the whole house doesn’t hear.

I’m still twitching when he stands, licks his lips, and kisses me so I taste myself.

The living-room footage loops again on screen he’s carrying me to the couch, spreading me open. In real life he’s hard as steel against my stomach.

He’s reaching for his waistband when the impossible happens.

The doorknob rattles,it did the first time then the second and right after my mother’s voice, bright and way too close could be heard

“Julian? Sweetie? Surprise! My flight got moved up, I’m home early!”i felt chills in my veins Julian freezes, his mouth still on my throat, fingers still inside me  we were both dripping sweat, breathing like we ran a marathon.The door starts to open.

He yanks his hand free, spins me behind him like a shield, and slams his palm against the door just as it cracks.

“Give me two minutes, amor!” he calls, voice perfectly calm. “Just hopping out of the shower!”

Mom laughs on the other side. “Take your time! I’ll start coffee!”Her footsteps retreat.

The second they’re gone he locks the door again, forehead dropping to mine with both of us shaking.

He pulls the USB from between my breasts, presses it into my hand, and closes my fingers around it.

“Hide this,” he whispers, voice raw. “If she ever finds it, we’re dead.”

I nod, throat too tight to speak.

He kisses me once more hard, desperate,then steps back, adjusting the massive bulge in his sweats.

“Tonight,” he says. “Master bedroom Midnight. I don’t care if the house is full of people. You come to me wearing only this drive around your neck.”

He walks out first, casual as hell, calling out “Welcome home!” like he didn’t just have his tongue inside me thirty seconds ago.

I stay in the dark media room, naked under his shirt, USB burning in my fist, listening to my mother’s laugh echo down the hall.

Twelve hours until midnight.

And every single camera in this house just became our enemy.