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I followed her right to the door of her room. Only after she entered did I open the door to mine. This was the first time I’d been apart from her since the introduction of the surveillance sphere and I was bemused by the fact that I could still see her. Follow her every move. Which meant, of course, I would see her dressing and undressing, not to mention the fact I would be a voyeur when she was with a paramour. I then understood her anger too well, but there was nothing I could do about it.
My own room was far more spacious and better appointed than what I was used to, but I didn’t care. It was hard to concentrate on my room with the image of Lady Jacqueline moving about in the corner of my mind. I imagined she was only too conscious of that hovering sphere, watching everything she did and transmitting it to me. My suspicion on that count was verified only a moment later, when she turned to the sphere and smiled.
"Hello, Frank. You can see me, can’t you?"
I didn’t answer, because she wouldn’t have heard me. I, on the other hand, could hear and see her as if she were in the room with me.
"Yes, you can. It’s going to be awfully hard on you, I would think, having to watch me all day, every day. I wonder how that would be. To see me always in your mind, but never be able to have me. I’d think it might finally drive a man insane, don’t you?"
With those words, she reached behind and deftly undid the magnetic strip that held her dress closed. I watched as it slid off her shoulders and all the way to the floor. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Just like that, she was completely naked before me.
"Do you like the way my body looks? I bet you do. I bet you’d love to slide that thick, hard cock inside me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Frank? But you can’t, can you? You can’t risk hurting me. In a way, it’s too bad. I think you’d make a splendid lover, even if you are only a commoner."
I felt my cock harden, but refused to touch it. If I didn’t react, maybe she would grow tired of the sport.
She walked to the door that separated our bedrooms and stroked it, gently, then leaned close to it and her tongue emerged. She licked down the length of the door, eyes closed with pleasure, hands only now beginning to explore her body. My breath caught in my throat, but I still did nothing. She continued to lick down the door until she was on her knees. Then she looked up at the sphere, up at me, supplicatingly, eyes wide and filled with lust.
I wanted her then more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. It took every ounce of control to not touch myself, but I knew if I gave in, if I did what she no doubt wanted me to do, I would be helpless against her forever after. That single thought gave me just enough strength to resist. But she wasn’t through with me yet.
She rose slowly, gracefully, eyes never leaving the sphere.
"Music," she said. "Selection One."
At once, an unseen orchestra began playing. The piece was rather nice, slow, rich with simulated horns and deep mellow tones. I’d have liked it at any other time.
She moved to the bed and sat on it, then lay back, eyes unfocused. She put her feet on the edge of her mattress about a meter apart. Had the sphere been on the other side, I’d have been able to clearly see her pussy. As it was, I had a perfect view of the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair atop it. Her hand slid over her breasts, pausing only to pinch her nipples gently before continuing down, over the flatness of her belly, down through that neatly trimmed black triangle, down between her parted legs. She gasped and closed her eyes as her fingers slowly worked her clit. Then her hand descended lower still and her thighs parted even more.
I couldn’t actually see them enter her body, though I could tell by the way she was writhing she had inserted them. Her body undulated, as she moaned and twisted on the bed, the waves of ecstasy building within. And I watched, unable even to close my eyes, unable to ignore her as she brought herself closer and closer to the euphoric moment of climax. But still, she wasn’t done.
She raised her hand and I could see her fingers, slick with juices. The image was so vivid I could almost smell her. My head spun and I reached for my now throbbing cock. I touched it, then released it, still not willing to sell my soul. If only I could close my eyes, or even turn my head, but I couldn’t. Dr. Naran had seen to that.
She brought her hand to her mouth and slowly, catlike, licked herself clean, her tongue moving tantalizingly slowly over each sweet, sticky finger. Then she inserted her right index finger into her mouth and started to suck the sweetness, eyes still closed, legs still parted, body still squirming to the growing sounds of her moans.
Her other hand was now busy, stroking and rubbing her wet pussy, while she sucked the juices from her fingers. Her eyes opened and she thrust against the heel of her hand, while she sucked even harder. Her moans grew throaty, then turned to gasps as she came hard, bucking like something untamable against her eager hand. I bit my lip until blood flowed from it, but didn’t touch my cock again. When she was done, she turned lazily onto her side and looked back at me.
"Goodnight, lover." She rolled onto her stomach and turned out the lights with a single command.
But even then I could see her sleeping naked on her sheets, for the surveillance sphere was equipped with infrared capabilities.
I shed my formal attire and left it in a heap on the floor. I ignored my throbbing cock as best I could and crawled into bed, but I couldn’t sleep. Over and over again, the images of her writhing, panting body returned to torment me.
Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I reached for my cock and squeezed and stroked it. She was there again in my mind, fingers working furiously, eyes closed, working her body, as I worked my cock. I realized the image was more like a holo than a memory, that I was actually seeing it again, replaying it in a way no normal human mind could. As my hand slid up and down, I could feel the precum oozing down my shaft, making it slick, driving me closer and closer to my own orgasm.
I bit my lip again, but this time to keep from crying out. She’d like to hear that. It would so entertain her to know she had won. Instead I whimpered and stroked harder and faster.
And when I came, only moments later, it was like a geyser, shooting hot cum into the air, coating my flat stomach and even some of my chest.
As I lay there, panting, I vowed I would never allow her to take me that way again. She might play her games, but she wouldn’t win. It was the only way I could maintain my sanity.
I didn’t actually sleep that night. Sleep was something I no longer did. Instead I placed myself into an almost-trance, completely unaware of all but the sleeping form of my charge. I was awakened from that trance too early the next morning, when the door buzzer sounded, interrupting my waking dreams of Lady Jacqueline sleeping.
