The second was placed in the smoke detector within the lounge ceiling. He liked the fact that he could listen to her when she was on her own at night; once the kid was in bed and she was working downstairs - now he’d be able to see her too. It’d be like Googlebox, but hopefully more Goggle-at-her-box, if he was lucky. He laughs to himself at his childish joke but the thought of Lucia naked and on show for him is too much and he can feel himself growing harder by the second. She’d be the death of me that bitch - I’m permanently rock hard - I shouldn’t have to be suffering in silence like this!
Not for much longer now though, he smiles as he locates the roses in the vase on the console table - many now dead or dying but the crystal pins are firmly embedded within and a quick test on his scanner and iPad to see that they are in full working order, pleases him no end. Only a couple, have been water damaged but the rest combined are enough to give him continued audio in that room. My work is done… for now…well, almost.
A quick glance at his watch tells him he has another ten minutes before he should make his exit; any longer and it would be a definite risk that a neighbour may hear him - at present they were all out at work. That meant he had time to visit her bedroom one last time and pleasure himself, whilst visualising her mouth around his throbbing cock. It would make for good viewing at a later date and test the equipment he’d installed there, thoroughly. He heads for the stairs taking them two at a time and enters the master bedroom once again, his pants unbuttoned en-route. As he lies back onto the covers and rests his head against the full pillows at his back, he allows his cock to spring free, into his palm, ready to be worshipped. This was the closet he had ever been to Lucia whilst coming and he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt more fucking horny.
“God, Lucia, after this, I’m going to want more and this will not be enough. You are so going to get it and trust me, you’re going to love it.”
We land in Dubai as the sky is taking on an electric purple hue; its beautiful shade the perfect backdrop against the glittering bright yellow and orange lights of this cosmopolitan metropolis. I can literally feel the energy buzzing around me, under my feet, eager and full of high spirits - the magic of the Middle East and an entrepreneur’s dream. I can see why Sebastian had been bitten by the bug, albeit initially. The heat is oppressive however, but we journey in style to The Jannah, in a white stretch limousine, courtesy of the hotel. Sebastian is as attentive as ever, our hands clasped, even as he peruses some paperwork, pointing out the odd building here and there as I watch out of the window like an excited child.
As we pull up to the entrance I’m reluctant, to leave the delicate bubble we’ve formed around us, the past few days. The moment I step from the car, our selfish-time is over. I’d have to share him with all and sundry. I have to store my thoughts for later, as we exit and make our way towards the most recently completed Silver Construction project. I stop dead in my tracks and as though in slow-motion, my eyes are drawn to the roots of the masterpiece, following the sleek lines and metallic glow of the building standing proud and majestic. Working my way up it’s feminine form, which is so tall I have to crick my neck to view its top, I close my open mouth and smile. It is truly magnificent - like something from a Sci-Fi film.
“Beautiful isn’t she?”
I hear the pride in his voice and smile happily at his excitement. “Wow - this is incredible.”
“I know, right - she takes my breath away, each time I see her. I feel the same when I look at you, lady.”
I hold his gaze, black staring into strong lime - a silent message passes between us that we are leaving the bubble behind and passing into everyday life again but that we can do this - together.
Making our way through the foyer - my focus is taken up entirely with the beauty of its design. It was everything that Sebastian had promised; Glamorous, elite and out of this world. I’d heard that Dubai hotels were some of the best in the world and they weren’t wrong. I feel like a celebrity!
Seb checks us in with the Manager and I take a minute to absorb my surroundings. The coolness of the white glittered marble floor and walls, combined with high-spec air conditioning was a welcome luxury - even at 7pm the air was a thick wall of humidity.
This place was seriously stylish and it made me proud of Sebastian to think he and his team had been part of it’s creation and now he would be reaping the benefits of it’s sale to the highest bidder. I glance across to him, cool as a cucumber, in a pale blue shirt and linen pants. He commands attention and was already receiving it from several female admirers milling throughout the reception. Then he turns, and looks right at me. His gaze full of heat, a look that tells me exactly what he wants to do to me when we reach our bedroom and I relax.