Could This Be Love - S04 E01

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Could This Be Love - S04 E01

Read Story: SEASON 4 EPISODE 1

E dwin
Edwin looked at the pile of paperwork on his
desk and rubbed at his eyes. It had been a
really long day, and only midway through what
was bound to be a long week. It had begun with
his friend Danny’s death two days ago, and
since then the Island had been a hive of activity
getting things prepared.
In a couple of days time Danny’s children
would arrive on the Island, having just found
out that they were triplets given up for
adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the
very first time. On top of that he had a burial to
organise for Danny on the Island. Add in
organising supplies and planning for every
contingency, and it was no wonder he felt
exhausted. It was two in the morning and high
time he had some stress relief.
He got up from his desk, winced at the pain in
his back and moved to the door of his office,
part of his home on the Island upstairs from the
clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly
down the stairs as was his habit. Once outside
he smiled. He’d always loved the cool breeze
that caressed the Island through the night.
He turned left and took the path down to the
beach, taking a right between two large bushes
on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to
bring supplies into the kitchens. A couple of
turns and he was moving around the edge of
the building where the Islands food was
prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of
night. He knew if anyone spotted him they’d
just assume he was going for his habitual late
night snack, but he knew different.

He bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and
entered the small courtyard that served the
dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash
and somewhere the chefs and porters could
sneak out to for a smoke. Casually he glanced
around and seeing no-one he slipped over to
the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered
a code in the keypad, a different code from the
one normally used to open the door.

A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins
and he moved to the corner, reached down and
pulled the handle that was now protruding
from the flagstoned yard. A small hatch
appeared with a ladder heading down, barely
visible in the moonlight.

He quickly slid himself into the narrow passage
and closed the hidden hatch above him, seeing
the dim lights illuminating the twenty three
rungs below him. Reaching the bottom he
turned around and punched another code into
the wall and the small box beside it opened. He
pressed his hand to the small screen inside the
box and the door beside him swung open.
Edwin smiled in anticipation. He had a lot of
catching up to do.

He entered the saferoom, or as he thought of it,
the ‘Bunker’ where he could retreat to if the
Island was ever attacked. He ignored the open
plan living area and kitchen and moved
straight to the door on his left, a control room
where he could make contact with the outside
world if need be, but his focus wasn’t on the
emergency facilities. He moved straight to the
console housing the covert CCTV system that
Danny Tripps had painstakingly built in secret
over the last fifteen years.
His friends words came back to him, as they
always did when he looked at the setup. “There’s
no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see
what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage
the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is
power.”
Edwin smiled and moved to the large leather
desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all
assigned letters from A to O. The one hundred
and thirty eight cameras hidden around the
island were numbered, making the system
incredibly simple to operate. Simply type in the
letter for the screen then the camera number,
hit enter and that’s what you saw.

The whole system was set up on a motion-
activation principle, immediately discarding
data that had nothing happening and that
suited Edwins purposes perfectly.
He settled his fingers on the keyboard, typed
A68 and hit Enter. The first of the three large
screens flickered into view, a camera situated
in the bedroom of Danny’s favourite PA,
Patricia,. She was one of Edwin’s favourites too,
a hot, toned blonde with a bundle of
intelligence and determination. It wasn’t her
intellect that interested him at present though
as he watched the live feed from her vacant
bedroom, his memory providing him with
hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very
bed.
He felt the familiar stirring in his g---n and
smiled. Time to move the recording back.
His fingers found the small dial next to the
keyboard, punched in the camera number and
then rotated it back. The simple system allowed
him to review all recorded footage from that
particular camera and he was viewing it in
reverse. A couple of chambermaids darted
around briefly at high speed, and then the
footage caught up to Patricia undressing then
sleeping. The footage continued in reverse at
high speed, skipping past hours of her lying
still. She’d been asleep for five hours or so
when he saw her leap out of bed, naked, and
grab a towel, then disappear backwards into
the bathroom.

He reset the dial, his left hand coming to rest on
his belt, and as the footage began to play on the
screen he unfastened his belt and trousers.
Patricia appeared from the bathroom, her skin
flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy
white towel, and as Edwin pulled down his fly
and slid his hand in his trousers, she opened
her towel.

Seeing her side on as she lifted the towel, her
body taught and firm, her breasts pert and
round, Edwin slipped his hand around his c--k,
slowly stroking himself as he watched her dry
herself. She moved too quickly for him though,
drying herself rapidly then slipping under the
sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.

Edwin frowned and punched in B69, bringing
up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in
Patricia’s room. He punched 69 in next to the
dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-
speed blur in the shower, moving it back to
play as soon as the maid appeared who’d
cleaned the bathroom earlier.
While he stroked himself in anticipation the
maid finished her work, the lighting changed
and Patricia appeared. Dressed only in a black
thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous
breasts on display and as she brushed her
teeth, Edwin zoomed the camera in on her
breasts, stroking himself as he watched them
jiggle back and forth with every motion of her
arm.
“Come on, you hot b---h,” he muttered. “Get in
the f-----g shower.”
The teeth brushing continued for another
minute and then she disappeared off screen, so
Edwin zoomed the view back out, seeing her
step into the shower cubicle. The water began
immediately and he slowed the footage down as
she stepped out the cubicle to remove her
thong. In slow motion she inserted her thumbs
in her waistband and bent over, sliding the
black material down her hips, thighs and finally
to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot,
the thong ended up back in the bedroom.
Edwins grip tightened on his c--k. She always
did this before she went in the shower. Always.
He zoomed in a little closer.
Patricia stood up straight and stretched, her
arms rising high above her head, her breasts
jutting out. Edwin groaned, licking his lips in
anticipation of what came next. Her right hand
slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding
down over her shaved skin until her middle
finger made contact with her c------s.

“Go on, you f-----g s--t,” he muttered, his fist
pumping as he watched.
Patricia’s middle finger rubbed her c--t up and
down a couple of times, then in slow-motion,
she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and
down once, then plunged her middle finger
deep inside her p---y.
“F--k that dirty unwashed c--t, you w---e,”
Edwin growled. His fist was pumping furiously
on his c--k now, loving what he saw on the
screen.
Patricia dipped her finger in and out three
times, and as Edwin zoomed the view back out,
he smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to
her lips and s----d it into her mouth, her head
tilted back.
“That’s a good s--t,” He grunted.
She stepped forward into the shower, and
Edwin stroked his c--k, watching the hot water
sluicing down the curves of her body. “Come
on, you dirty b---h. Do it.” His fist was pumping
rapidly up and down on his c--k, his eyes
fixated on the screen.
Patricia turned in the shower and squatted
down, her back against the wall. Edwin smiled
and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her
legs came up and her buttocks rested on the
shower floor. He could see her p---y, her
a-----e, t--s and face and he felt his heart lift in
excitement.
“Go on. Get busy.”
She tilted one hip and her left hand appeared
under her ass, her index finger rubbing at her
brown puckered hole.
“Do it, s--t,” Edwin muttered.
Her right hand appeared between her legs, her
fingertips brushing against her c--t. Her mouth
was open in anticipation, Edwin mirroring her
expression on screen. Suddenly she slid two
fingers into her p---y, plunging them in deep
and her body stiffened in pleasure.

Edwin smiled. “And now the ass, you filthy
little w---e.”
Patricia’s finger that had been rubbing gently at
her ass suddenly pushed, forcing her up to the
first knuckle in that tightest of places. He
watched as her expression turned nasty and she
pushed harder, sinking the finger in her ass
and the two in her p---y as deep as they would
go. Her breathing was fast now, as intense as
the expression on her face.
Edwin realised he was strangling his c--k, his
grip was so tight, so he eased up the pressure a
fraction and continued stroking at a frantic
pace, his free hand pulling his black shirt up
around his shoulders in anticipation.
Patricia began to plunge her fingers deep inside
herself, f-----g both her holes at once with
vigour, and Edwin’s fist pumped up and down
his c--k, imagining it was his c--k going in and
out of her ass like that.
She paused for a second, adding a second finger
to her a-----e and a third to her p---y, then
pushing hard, she slid them all back in again.
“F-----g filthy b---h,” he snarled, knowing
what was coming next, feeling his balls begin to
tighten in anticipation.
Patricia’s fingers were plunging in and out of
her ass and c--t, as hard and fast as she could
physically manage, and then her entire body
stiffened and her head smacked back hard
against the wall of the shower as she came.

Her fingers flew out her holes, all of them
going rapidly into her wide open mouth, and as
Edwin watched her suck on them, he saw her
p---y twitching as she came and her ass
opening and closing in glorious, exquisite
detail. He came too.
Hot c-m splattered out his c--k onto his
stomach, one spurt and a second, the remainder
flopping and dripping onto his pelvis, matting
his grey pubic hair, coating his hand.
Patricia’s mouth closed, sucking hard on those
fingers that had been deep inside her wet
p---y, her tight ass, her brow furrowed and her
cheeks rosy as her o----m washed over her.
“F-----g dirty little w---e,” Edwin panted, his
eyes glued to the screen as his hand fondled his
sticky c--k.

Patricia recovered quickly, her fingers leaving
her mouth only to quickly tweak her nipples
once, then she stood, rinsed herself off, washed
her hands and turned the shower off.
Edwin leaned in the chair, panting and
grinning as she left the shower. “Filthy f-----g
w---e,” he muttered. Idly he wondered who
he’d stroke off to tomorrow morning. Over the
last decade his habit had sat him in this chair
and made him stroke off to movie stars,
musicians, models, hundreds of gorgeous
women unknowingly recorded in their most
intimate of moments while visiting the Island as
guests of Danny. And Edwin had them all
recorded and stored. All for his personal
pleasure.

“Maybe the Doctor,” he muttered. “Or maybe
I’ll get that s--t to dress up for me again. Some
new fodder arriving soon though.” He smiled,
having seen the files of the three triplets. The
two girls were hot. He was looking forward to
seeing both of them in the most exquisite of
detail.

Edwin carefully lowered his shirt over his c-m-
splattered stomach then fastened up his
trousers and belt, trapping the cooling semen
against his skin. Carefully he stood up and
walked to the exit, feeling it oozing down his
stomach. He smiled, loving the feeling, the scent
of his own c-m, especially if he bumped into
anyone outside. He’d deliberately hold them in
conversation, just to see if they’d notice the
smell. Few did, none of them figured it out
though.

He left the ‘Bunker’ and entered the kitchen,
taking the sandwich that the Chef always left
out for him, munching on it as he walked back
to his apartment above the clinic.