A voyeur

NINA

True to his promise, Azeem took me home that night after he signed some paperwork. He must be a public figure if they trusted him that fast.

The ride back was quiet, and I liked it. This way, I could finally think. Not that I did much of that. I was more focused on the man next to me to properly think about anything.

He drove with one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, but I could feel his attention on me, anyway. Like I was a puzzle he hadn’t finished reading.

His house was a big one. Two stories, stone and glass, sitting back from the street behind a tall gate that opened for us without him pressing a button. The driveway was empty except for a black SUV. The house looked expensive, but simple.

He got out and came around to open my door before I could.

“Come on. You’re not sleeping in the car," he joked, and I smiled, feeling my stomach flip again.

He let me inside the house, up the stairs and down the hallway, without giving me the chance to look around.

“This is your room,” he said, stopping at the second door on the left and pushing it open.

The room was simple. It has a king-size bed, plain grey sheets, a desk, and a window that looks out over a back garden.

“There are towels in the cabinet, and a few clothes I had Max get for you. You can go shopping for more if you like," he said as he pointed to the closet.

He gave me a quick tour of the room before he stepped back into the hall and pointed down to the door at the far end.

“That’s my room. If something happens or if you hear something, you can come to me. My door is always open.”

I stared at the door. “You sleep with the door unlocked?”

His mouth twitched. “Nothing in this house gets to me without me letting it.”

I didn’t know whether that was supposed to make me feel safer or worse.

“Go to bed, Nina,” he said with an amused smile. “We'll talk in the morning.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Just turned and walked back toward the stairs, leaving me standing in the doorway of a room that would be my home for as long as he would let me.

I closed the door behind me and locked it. Not because I feared him. Force of habit.

….

I had my bath and changed into the comfortable oversized T-shirt I saw in the closet. The second my head touched the pillow, I was out cold. It could be because aside from the hospital bed, I couldn't recall the last time I slept in an actual bed.

A sound pulled me from sleep. It was a woman's moan. I lay still, heart thumping loudly in my chest as I told myself it was nothing. I had probably imagined it as there were no other people in the house aside from Azeem and me.

I was ready to return to sleep when the sound came again. It was sharper this time, and a man's low groan accompanied it.

Azeem. There was no way I wouldn't recognise his voice.

My feet hit the floor before I could think. I unlocked my door and rushed out. The hallway was dark, the only light spilling from the crack in his door at the far end. I walked toward it, with my oversized sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder.

His door was open, just a crack, but it was enough for me to look in, to know what was going on.

Azeem was facing me, not looking at me. He was more like looking down at the woman under him. She was kneeling on the bed, facing the door, with her head down, and her hair covering her face.

Azeem had his hands on her waist.

I froze as my eyes took the scene in. I might be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I don't know the things that went on in the bedroom. I once watched a p**n movie on my mum's phone and spent at least a week feeling guilty and horny.

Now, I wasn't watching it from a phone, it was being acted out in front of me. And the worst part? My pussy was tingling the more I watched him. I rubbed my thighs together as a whimper escaped my parted lips.

I knew I shouldn't watch. Azeem wouldn't be happy to see me doing something like this, and I couldn't stop myself, not when my body wanted this.

From where I stood, like a damned voyeur, I could see the flex of his thighs, the way his hips drove forward in a steady, punishing rhythm. And I could see his cock, thick and slick, disappearing into her. It emerged wet, the entire length of it visible with every thrust. I'd never seen a man's dick in real life before. Never let myself imagine what it looked like until now.

My hand moved without permission. It slid down my stomach, past the hem of my shirt, into the wet heat between my legs. I was soaked, just like that day when I had watched the man in the movie fuck that red-haired woman.

“Yeah,” he growled. “Take it. Take all of it. You like that cock buried in you, don't you?”

The woman whimpered. I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper.

My fingers found my clit, and I circled it slowly, matching his rhythm. I imagined those hands on me, those hips driving into me, and that thick, glistening cock filling the emptiness I didn't know was in me until now.

“Tell me,” he demanded, slowing down and pulling almost all the way out. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please,” she gasped. “Please fuck me.”

“That's right.” He slammed back in, and I felt it in my cunt. I imagined the way it would feel to have him buried so deep I couldn't remember where I ended and he began.

My fingers moved faster. I pressed my forehead against the door frame, watching his cock move in and out. I imagined it was me. I imagined I was the one on my knees, taking every inch of him, feeling him split me open and fill every dark corner of the girl he'd saved from her mother.

The heat built in my belly, coiled tight, unbearable. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I prayed he couldn't hear over the wet slap of his fucking and her moans. I pressed harder, circled faster, my hips grinding against my hand like I was riding him.

“You're going to make me cum,” he growled. “You want that? Want me to fill your pretty cunt?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, please—”

I came with her. My body convulsed against the door frame, my fingers buried in my slick heat, my teeth clamped down on my lip to keep from crying out. The orgasm ripped through me in waves, each one pulling a silent, shaking breath from my chest. I watched his cock pulse as he emptied into her, watched his body tense and shudder, and I felt every spasm in my own clenching core.

I pulled my hand away. Stared at the glistening wetness on my fingers. Then I turned and ran.

My door clicked shut behind me and I leaned against it, chest heaving. My thighs were trembling. My cunt was still clenching, empty and aching, hungry for something only Azeem has.

I slid down to the floor, opened my legs, and touched myself again, harder this time, imagining his cock sliding into my mouth.