Owning Amaryllis part 9
Carter lay in his bed, his gaze fixed upon the screen in his hand. The steam from the shower created a dreamlike quality to the scene before him. Soft curves and glistening skin as Ame washed herself; her movements graceful and smooth, utterly unaware she had an audience. He traced the line of her neck as she bent her head back to wash her hair, zooming in to trace the delicate lines. Memorizing each line, each curve of her body for the week he’d be forced to go without this. Her. His pet. Mine. He thought. This footage was his. She was his. Ame wrapped her hair in a towel and then secured another around her body before unlocking the bathroom door. Despite the second shower, and scrubbing her body until it glowed red, she …