The One Addicted(77)

He slips the image into his back pocket - he’d enjoy studying her later when he had more time - and then finishes his coke hauling the can in the direction of the bin and missing - he’d pick it up later. Time to get to business.

Dragging the tools and bits he required to put his plan in place he practically ran up the first flight of stairs and with a quick glance in the hallway at that level, he continued on, up the next set until he reached the master bedroom; his excitement building with every step. This was the one place he dreamed of being in - with her.

Her scent filled his nostrils the second he entered the airy space; so entirely feminine - so entirely his Lucia. The room is immaculate, which pleases him - he can’t abide dirty bitches. He allows himself a few minutes to sit at her silver dressing table, sniff her creams, potions and assess each drawer’s contents. A quick spray of her perfume around his body is practically his undoing as he inhales and grips the table until his knuckles are white.

“I can practically taste her - its like she’s here beside me, there’s hair in her hairbrush and her slippers by the bed. Lucia, you really are teasing me princess.”

Unable to contain his utter glee at being in her domain, he jumps up from the stool, stroking a random crease from the duvet and plumping a velvet cream cushion, as he passes to the wardrobe, careful to stay far enough away from the window at all times. “We can’t have anyone seeing me here and ruining this for me, for us, Lu, can we? Nosy fucking bastards!”

Locating the small concealed door in the wall, he opens it with apprehension and is surprised to find a cleverly designed small walk-in wardrobe, which houses Lucia’s clothes, Lucia’s shoes, and Lucia’s accessories. Here, her scent hits him even stronger and he drops to the floor and envelopes himself in the rail of clothing, their textures soft and caressing against his skin. He was in Lulu heaven.

“Fuck! I wish I could take these bloody gloves off,” he grunts into the space and his breathing quickens as he blows through his nose and rolls his lips tightly. He couldn’t risk it - could he? No! Keep them on, no matter what. His eyes flicker to the many boxes piled high on top of each other and they calm him momentarily. He knew she loved shoes and that brought him closer to his girl - but this was far too indulgent.

“Enjoy it now, Lu because once you are mine, you will have no need to dress like a whore for all and sundry to drool over. In fact…” is eyes fall on a pair he’d seen her wear for work and he licks his lips, “you won’t be needing these. I’ll take them for safe keeping and so you can’t wear them to tease me!”

His emotions switch in that instant from happiness to anger, and standing up within the bijoux closet space he clicks off the pull switch light with more deep breathing and clicks the door shut.

Her tall dresser interested him most of all in the luxury boudoir - it housed all manner of lingerie and nightwear, in silks, satins, lace and cotton. She would look fucking hot in each and every one of them but he preferred things plain… and white - virginal if you must.

“Not much white in here - slut!”

That would have to change. He ran several items along his skin, his face, and through his covered hands, inhaling deeply before slipping a camisole, a couple of pairs of panties and a white lace plunge bra, into his bag. Once he was home, he would be able to relish them and slip them through his unsheathed fingers, as though he were stroking them on Lucia’s hot little body. He licks his lips at the thought and closes his eyes to enjoy the vision just a tad longer before shaking his head in anger at his weakness.

“That bitch is off sunning herself with Silver, being fucked into next week and screaming out his name, whilst you are left with nothing but crumbs. Whore!”

On her dressing table he’d noticed a small candle in the same scent as her vanilla body spray, and he quickly grabs that and drops it alongside the lingerie and shoes before throwing himself down on the king-size bed. Lying back onto the pillows he imagined himself in that bed with her - her luscious body so accommodating and bent over while he fucked her hard from behind - better yet, while he gagged her and fucked her hard from behind. She would be so worth the wait. He burrows his face in both pillows; unsure which is her side and then licks a tantalising trail up both. Yes, this bed would do him nicely; not to soft, not too firm and if he was lucky he’d get porridge in the morning. “I’d be like fucking Goldibollocks!” His laugh is crude and snarling at his witty joke.

Snapping out of his daydream, he rubs a hand across his light stubble and considers how much more he can take of Sebastian Silver openly pawing at his woman. His patience was practically transparent. Then remembering why he is there, he sets about locating the best places to plant a camera. He only had two, so he had to use them wisely - they cost a bloody fortune but she would be worth it. It wasn’t made of money like that flash wanker! One was secured in the top of the light-shade, which hung from the ceiling at the bottom of the bed. Unless you looked right up into the bulb, no one would know it was there it was so minute - he’d just have to remember to pop back and change the bulbs to stop anyone locating them.