The secret door slid open in front of me, stepping through the doorway I turned to help the servant girl out as well. She was still adjusting herself, red in the face, without saying a word to me she turned and scurried away in the opposite direction. I smirked. She wasn't the first nor would she be the last servant in my playroom. Most of them had been there over the years. Only some regularly sort me out for it. That girl was a newbie. I could tell she liked it and that's what made her embarrassed. I shrugged to myself, no point I'm being embarrassed we all like to be a bit depraved once in a while. I strode off towards my bedroom and pausing which my hand on the door knob. Turning my head slightly I looking longingly at Zoë's door. 'No that was the whole reason why you went down there tonight! So you didn't deal with these feelings!' I thought to myself. I did a mental shake and tried to forget about the beautiful girl down the hallway who I would have rather had tonight.
I got ready for bed, shucking off my clothes and allowing the spray of the shower to revive me. After the shower I pulled on a pair of loose cotton trousers and grabbed my laptop. Just a peak I thought to myself. She was sleeping peacefully, no sign of sobbing which I was relieved to see. I rewound the footage to just after Hilda left and immediately went hard by what I saw. Zoë was playing with herself. I watched intently adjusting myself. I knew I shouldn't watch but I couldn't help it. I increased the volume to hear her climax but was surprised by what I heard. Even with the pillow over her face I heard her shout my name. Woah, was she thinking of me? Why on earth? Not that I didn't enjoy it, I just didn't think she really liked me. She'd barely said anything towards me.
Even after my session, I had to take care of myself again. I watched the video again eventually cumming the exact moment Zoë did. I lay there panting mirroring Zoë's actions unintentionally, thinking about her. I couldn't wait to properly be with her. But not yet. She was scared even when I walked her to her room. I wanted her to want me. I sighed and rolled over, laptop next to my bed on live watching her sleep. It felt as though she was here with me, I wish she was but I needed her to warm up first.
I remember Zoë from back in school. I had known that our fates were intertwined from back then. Father had made a big deal about sending Zoë to school because she needed to be intelligent to bring up a good heir. I had listened to him drone on the same way as today with disinterest. For me she was beautiful even then, funny, a little shy but when she was with a few others who had special privileges to be at school she had relaxed into a big personality. Of course she never talked to me and I never really made a move to talk to her but wishing she had. I did watch her though, how she always had top marks in class, how the entitled girls would bully her even though she never used to let it phase her. She had left when she was 16. Father was powerful but it seemed he didn't want her to do the extra two years of schooling the entitled got. I know for 4 years she worked in the slums in everything from general cleaning, tending to the farms and even picking up a few shifts at fathers manor. She must've known by then that we were to be together. It didn't seem to phase her until I wrote my first letter to her on her 18th birthday explaining I could not complete the ceremony with her this year. I heard from the staff at the manor that she was relieved.
Zoë mumbled my name again in her sleep and my eyes flicked to the screen. This didn't sound like a person who hated the idea of being with me. I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep thinking of her.