Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirteen
The Tie
I hung up and moved towards the far side of the studio, where my massive television was embedded within the wall.
I found the remote on a nearby table. The sleek black device felt cold in my hand. My heart pounded as I pressed the power button, and the screen flickered to life.
A moment passed, then two, filled with tense anticipation.
Finally, the feed began to stream live images from inside Nova’s apartment.
He did it.
I leaned forward.
The footage showed Nova’s bedroom, awash in different shades of blue, from the azure curtains to the cerulean bedspread.
Hmmm. You like the color blue? Not a bad choice.
The room was decorated with a cool elegance that matched Nova’s persona, each piece of furniture and decoration carefully chosen to create a soothing and harmonious space.
Bookshelves lined one wall, filled to the brim with texts on human behavior, psychological theories, and self-help. Among them were classics from Freud, Jung, and Maslow, interspersed with modern titles on mindfulness and emotional intelligence.
Interesting.
A large wooden desk occupied the room’s corner. Its surface was organized yet filled with the tools of her academic pursuit. A laptop was open, filled with notes and research, alongside a vintage typewriter that seemed more decorative than functional. Journals and sketchbooks lay nearby.
Always the student, Nova.
The bed, covered in soft blue linens, was neatly made and adorned with a selection of plush royal blue pillows.
On the walls, abstract art mingled with framed diplomas and certificates. There were also photographs of what I assumed was her family. I caught one photo with Nova and her arm over a male that resembled her.
That must be her twin brother.
The camera panned slowly, and I spotted Nova herself, standing by the window.
Fear hit me.
Why did the camera’s focus change? Does it react to movement? Or is this person watching too?
Before I could think about it further, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of Nova wearing a tiny nightgown.
Captivating.
A dark groan left me.
The soft blue fabric clung to her curves. She had her hair up in a pony tail. And, she seemed lost in thought. Those brown eyes were fixed on the world outside.
What are you thinking about? Our date? That orgasm? Or are your thoughts just on me?
I watched, mesmerized, the guilt of this intrusion warring with a longing so intense it threatened to consume me.
The camera followed Nova as she left the window and went to her purse on the dressing table.
Intrigued by her, I began to further assess everything in the room.
Her dressing table, with its array of makeup and brushes, was arranged with an artist’s touch. The bottles of perfume, the personal touches, all painted a picture of a woman both strong and fragile, confident and vulnerable.
I sat down, my eyes glued to the screen.
My studio closed in around me, the shadows of the studio merging with the blue hues of Nova’s bedroom on the screen.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, couldn’t escape the spell she had cast over me.
Then, something unexpected happened that made my heart leap into my throat.
Nova reached into her purse, and to my shock and delight, she pulled out my tie—the very one I had worn on our date.
The one that I told her to rub her pussy all over.
Oh.
My breathing grew heavy.
She brought the tie to her face and closed her eyes.
Nova. Nova.
I gritted my teeth and tried to fight against the intense longing coursing through my veins. I had wanted to see the footage of Nova to watch over her, not get off.
Nova inhaled deeply, as if savoring my scent.
I ran my fingers through my hair.
I should have brought you back to my condo.
Then to my utter shock, she rubbed the tie all over her face with a look of pure ecstasy decorating her exquisite features.
Alright.
A wicked smirk spread across my face.
I knew you were a little freak.
I could almost smell her scent mingled with the lingering trace of my cologne. My arousal grew to an almost unbearable level, and I gripped the arms of my chair so hard my knuckles turned white.
What are you doing to me, Nova? Do you even understand? Because I have no idea. . .
She carried my tie with her as she strolled toward the bed.
I licked my lips.
Her body swayed with a grace that was both natural and hypnotic.
What will you do now, my freaky Nova?
She laid down on the cerulean bedspread, the blue fabric contrasting with her brown skin, making her look enchanting.
Hmmm.
I watched, my mouth dry, as she curled up with the tie, holding it to her as if it were a part of me, as if it were a token of something more profound than just a single night.
Are you going to do as I ordered?
As if in answer, Nova lifted her nightgown.
I leaned forward even further as her petite hands gripped the tie and caressed her mound with the silk, instantly, driving me insane with hot lust and greedy want.