Page 44 of The Guru: Shadow

But why though?

A feeling stitched him in his abdomen. It pushed him to overthink. Something did not add up.

She was drunk and wanted to run from him, so she would not go home. Instead, she distracted him to do, what?

They followed the Uber for quite a while; it was almost thirty minutes. And then his phone vibrated. As he read her name, his heart began to pound harder again, mixing into the sweet suspense of the thrill.

Emma

Hope you enjoy the show

His eyes became slits while he immediately went for the surveillance feed from her flat.

And sure, there she was. She closed the apartment door behind her and went straight for the bathroom. As he zoomed in on the camera, he couldn’t help himself. Heated lust burned through his cock. There she stood in the bathroom, staring into the camera, with the most devilish of looks he had ever seen in a woman. She had played him and still was.

Served to him on a silver platter, one of the many reasons why she was no prey. He could only stare at what was playing out in front of his eyes, his cock rock hard by now. Slowly, very, very slowly, she undressed with the deliberation of messing with him as much as possible. With her fingers, she let the straps of her dress slide down her shoulders, and with a little pull, the dress slid down entirely, and fell onto the floor. What he saw made him growl in longing.

No underwear.

Her hands wandered over her naked body. She touched her breasts and clit like a queen of lust. All he wanted was to take her. It was so sexy watching her stand there naked in her high heels and jewelry only. The jewelry, now removed with such sensuality and sexiness; it almost made him drool as she slid the bracelets over her hands and let them also fall to the floor.

Then, she slipped out of the heels, turned around, and leaned over the bathtub to turn on the water, presenting her beautiful ass to him. Every one of her moves was planned and deliberately executed to pour oil into the fire of their game. She played with him and all his control.

She then opened a drawer, rummaged a bit, and when she found what she was looking for, he couldn’t believe his eyes. It made him groan when he recognized what it was.

Oh Emma.No way you’re pulling that off.

But damn, was he wrong. He watched her in complete awe as she attached a thick dildo with its sucker onto the tiles, exactly at the right height so she could fuck herself with it.

Stepping into the bathtub, she stepped under the shower head. Her eyes closed, she let the hot, slightly steamy water stream down over her hair and her face. Her hands wandered around her body, over her nipples, and down between her thighs.

His cock pulsated harder than ever as he, in his mind, stepped under the hot water with her, pushing her hard by the throat into to the wall behind her.

Zooming further in with the camera, he saw her purposefully smearing the mascara under her eyes and over her cheeks.

Gods, Emma, you’re glorious.

It was her game, and she played it like a virtuoso. Never had anyone ever dared to play a game with him because he would always win. There would always be consequences. Always. Only she did not care. Or she wanted the consequences. Both, quite appealing.

Then she turned so she was front-facing him and bent down to hold herself onto the bathtub’s railing. Her brown, wet hair fell left and right over her shoulder, dripping down. How he’d love to grip that hair and bend her back while he fucked her from behind. With her eyes, she stared straight into the camera, straight at him, and waited. A moment where he held his breath. And then it was a single movement back; she bent her back through and slid onto the dildo.

Damn.

His mind went blank watching her. She pushed herself onto the dildo again and again and again. Then, with one of her hands, she rubbed her clit. It made his whole system go into aroused focus, filling his body with heat. She then put her hand back onto the bathtub rim, her arms spread. She rolled herself with breathtaking sensuality onto the dildo back and forth, every one of her movements smooth with the flexibility of a cat; only her gaze was one of a lioness slowly going after her prey.

The whole view was phenomenal. Beyond anything he imagined her capable of.

“Deis?” asked Edwards, who he had completely forgotten about. The view had lowered his shields. It was no good, she made him careless to the point of losing control of his surroundings.

“What is it?”

“The Uber just picked up another client, I think we lost her.”

“I know exactly where she is,” he said dismissively. “Get me to her apartment. Fast.”

While Ed rushed the car to 45th St., he became witness to her slides becoming less sensual and more valiant. Faster, stronger, deeper, leaving her visual moans of lust. She would come any second now, he could see it in her eyes, which never stopped staring into the camera and burned him with a fierce fire of carnal arousal. And sure enough, with the next thrust, she came. She pushed herself onto the dildo ever so hard and held herself onto it until she rode out the waves of the orgasm, her eyes rolling back.

What a beautiful show.