CHAPTER 4
Hale
My dick should not be a steel rod behind my zipper just from watching my sweet spitfire’s slender fingers wrapped around a can of shave gel purchased with my money. Shouldn’t be. Is. Knowing that can is going into the shower where she lathers up those long, lithe legs before carefully using the razor I selected and had delivered has my balls in a vise grip of need. Imagining those fingers curled around my thick shaft, guiding me between her cupid bow lips, makes a pulse of precum dampen my pants.
Knowing everything my golden girl’s soft blue eyes see, everything her little hands touch, every bite of food and sip of drink is provided by my hand means everything to me. I’ve got the whole condo wired up, so I can watch and hear everything that happens there. Piper pulls the box of tampons from one of the canvas bags. Her eyebrows raise, almost comically, and even in the small screen of the security monitor, I can tell she’s shocked.
It’s adorable the way she tries to covertly scan the room. She knows there are eyes on her. My eyes. Chances are good she has no idea exactly how much time I devote to watching her. Since the day I found her, everything in my universe has circled around the orbit of my feelings for Piper. Even work takes a backseat to my obsession.
“Nice job getting the right kind, Mr. Wizard. Pretty creepy that you know my cycle, though.” For the past few days, she’s taken to addressing the room, speaking to the presence I know she feels. My presence. Her nickname, a reference to the Oz behind the curtain, brings a smile to my face every time she does it. For a couple of reasons. One, knowing she can sense me close and isn’t afraid is a hell of an ego boost. It’s just another reason I know we’re going to be a perfect fit when the time is right and she’d ready to move forward. Second, her playful nature and bold spirit peeking through, after weeks of being a subdued, traumatized young girl, tells me that she’s doing better. Feeling safer.
I give that to her. Safety. I provide security and stability on a level she instinctively knows is real and solid. Little on earth could make me prouder than knowing she’s already learning to trust me. Is it creepy that I already know everything about her, right down to when she’s fertile? Fuck if I care. I’m only waiting for the green light to make Piper my queen. A green light she can’t give me until she reads the damn documents contained in the folder on the desk.
There’s no way I can avoid what happens next. I’m a strong man, but hearing her voice, that low throaty rasp she’s got, lilt higher with taunting challenge pushes me over a ledge. I’ve got my slacks open while I sit at my desk watching on the security monitors, my fist closed around my meat faster than she can retrieve the next item from the shopping bag. After years of nothing but lackluster hardons and maintenance jerk off sessions to keep things cleared and functional, my cock reacts like a rocket lately. I haven’t gotten hard like this, without being in the presence of another person, since I finished puberty.
I wake up hard and dripping for Piper, my hips pumping against the mattress and sweat coating my brow. Every morning. Just the process of making my coffee, timed to coincide with when she’s brewing her own in the condo below me, is enough to turn my cock to lead in my boxers. Listening to her hum of satisfaction when the first sip of milky, sweetened java is a better wake up than my own cup of much darker brew.
Precum flows steadily from the swollen tip of my angry cock as my fist squeezes harder and faster with each pump. My hips arch into empty air, my mind providing the fantasy of Piper’s slight body straddled over my lap. With my free hand, I push into my open pants and grab my balls to tug them viciously as my orgasm builds. I’m not ready to come yet. Piper’s voice is still ringing in my ears, and I’m afraid the shattering bliss will take my attention from what she might say next.
Missing the opportunity to hear even a single word my perfect obsession might speak is unacceptable. Even what feels like the unstoppable force of the orgasm bearing down on me takes a backseat to each breath she takes. I must have done something right along the line, because karma throws me a bone.
My entire body is locked in agony of delayed climax, cum so backed up it feels like my eyeballs are swimming. Piper puts down the box of tampons and the shaving cream and takes the next item out of the shopping bag, humming softly as she sets each purchase on the counter. Cum rockets up the stalk of my cock in a never-ending geyser. Piper’s gently hummed tune drowned out by my harsh gasps and the splat each thick rope of jizz makes on the desktop in front of me.
I’m trying, with every bit of willpower I have, to give my little spitfire the time she needs to break herself free from her self-imposed cage. To allow space for her to recover from the shitty hand life dealt her before I found her. I’m trying to give her room to adjust to a life where she doesn’t have to scramble just to survive.
The depth of my obsession makes it impossible for me to wait for much longer. No matter how many times I tell myself to give her this time to find herself, every minute without her in my arms is a war against my nature. Every second is a battle I’m coming closer and closer to losing. Once I claim her, Piper will be irrevocably mine. She’ll never have to go through the hardships of life again. But she’ll also be trading one cage for another. In the cage of my obsession, she’ll be wealthy and worshiped.
There’s no hiding the scope of my fixation, and though we have yet to exchange even the simplest of words, I know Piper is conscious of it. Her spirit is so profoundly entwined with my own, it sometimes feels as though the pulse I see thrumming at the thin skin of her collarbone is in tune with mine. We simply don’t need words for our souls to communicate, but this dance between us, where she knows I’m waiting and I know she needs time, feels like the most delicate negotiation of my lifetime.