I’m watching an angel. She’s floating, weightless, suspended on her back.

Her arms are extended to her sides. Her legs are slightly parted. Her hair is spread above her head in a cloud, the blonde darkened by the water.

She’s so pure and innocent.

My angel.

Sienna.

If I could show humanity her being untainted by all the evil, corruption, crime, and filth the Edison Shaws of this world keep spreading, I swear I could end all violence once and for all on that power alone.

As she’s floating in the pool, her posture reminds me of a crucifixion.

Innocent Sienna, taking on the sins of the world.

She’s stripped out of her clothes to enjoy the water. Her things are bunched up carelessly on a lounge chair.

Does she not know I can see her?

Does she not care?

This moment exempt from sin only lasts so long, as I can’t help it. My lust crawls back into my thinking.

I’m standing at the window one floor above her, and it’s tinted and completely mirrored. All she can see is the reflection of the sky above. My little angel, suspended between heaven and earth.

But she must know I’m there, must be able to sense me, feel me. Because I can fucking feel how everything between us is charged with sexual energy.

My lust is certainly a presence making itself known at all times.

Her eyes are closed.

Her nipples are poking above the surface of the water, and tiny waves are lapping around her breasts. I want to play with those tits, run my hands over them, and caress her nipples with my tongue.

My eyes drift down to between her legs. She moves her thighs slightly up and down to stay afloat in the water. There’s just a tiny flash of her pussy, but the mere hint has me aroused instantly.

My nose is pressed against the glass, and my hot breath is fogging up the windowpane in front of my eyes. I wipe away the moisture and keep my eyes trained on her.

Suddenly, she moves in the water.

She turns and folds her body in half. Her tight ass briefly dips up as she dives under water. Her hair is waving around her and behind her head in a voluminous velvety mass.

She draws her knees close, hugs them to her chest with her arms.

I’ve seen this gesture before, just after she arrived in my mansion in L.A. She was sitting on the bed after her unsuccessful escape attempt.

Curling herself into this ball seems to remind herself that she’s the only person in this world she can rely on and trust now.

But my angel, I’m here, watching over you.

She opens her mouth and vents her frustration in a silent scream.

The sound remains contained underwater, but the pool moves in furious bubbles all around her as she forces every bit of air out of her lungs.

She starts sinking.

For a split second, I fear she has self-harm on her mind and` prepare to sprint down to the pool and drag her out of the water. But she kicks her legs and shoots to the surface.

She throws her head back, sending her hair and a million droplets flying. They sparkle in the pool lights.

Is the putting on a show—for me?

She’s so incredibly sexy that I have to look aside for a moment and then back to assure myself she’s really there.

Sienna.

In my pool.

In my penthouse in NYC.

The apparition of an angel can be fleeting.

But this one’s here to stay.

This one is mine.

And I will keep her.

She’s moving along the length of the pool now, parting the water with her body and quick strides of her arms and kicks of her legs.

She makes it seem so effortless. Like flying comes second nature to a bird. Like an angel who’s been given wings instantly knows how to use them.

She’s going faster now, putting a lot of energy into it. I know the water temperature feels perfect on her naked body.

I want to glide my hands over her skin, feel that perfect tight body of hers.

I can’t contain my desire any longer. I exhale a breath long held and allow myself to give in to my excitement. I slide my hand down into my pants where my erection is already straining hard against the fabric.

I take out all twelve inches of my manhood.

Sienna reaches the end of the pool, rolls over in the water and continues on with backstrokes now.

Oh yeah, show me those perfect tits again.

My hand begins sliding up and down my rock-hard cock. I can’t help it.

The sun glinting on her body in the water, the softness of her flesh, which I can almost feel, the flow of her hair trailing behind her, the sharp line her body is tracing in the pool, they’re all making me do it.

Her lips part slightly as she inhales and exhales.

I rub my thumb over the tip of my cock and imagine her tongue, licking me, enveloping my shaft, her wet mouth taking me in.

She completes another lap and turns. She’s doing a fast crawl, and moves her ass from side to side.

I have to steady myself with one palm against the window frame. The grip of my right hand tightens around my cock as I feverishly move my fist.

Sienna, what are you making me do?

I want to spank that ass for it. I want the slap to ring out over the water. I want to feel her wet body against mine in the pool, grab her, hold her tight.

I want to enter her and fuck her right there so the waves are splashing all around us.

I’m obsessed with her.

Every moment, I think of Sienna.

Every fiber of my being wants to be near her, with her always. Forever.

My hand smacks into my crotch, again and again, and I’m nearly there. I’m breathing heavy in anticipation.

Has she worn herself out? It’s hard to imagine Sienna running out of energy.

Whatever she wanted to achieve, she’s found her release. She seems calmer now.

She’s floating on her back again, idly moving her arms and legs to slowly rotate her body on the surface. It’s almost as if she’s presenting herself to me from every angle.

I’m gonna come all over you, I think, fixated on her tits as her chest heaves and falls slowly.

Spread those legs for me again. Flash your pussy.

And she does, slightly parting her legs, as if she knows what I need, what I want. It’s fucking magical, this energy, I swear there’s a connection.

Her hand quickly touches herself down there in the water, as if my gaze tickled her, and she rubs her breasts once.

That does it for me. I can’t contain myself anymore and explode all over the windowpane. My cum shines in the sunlight filtering in.

I breathe with relief while Sienna in the pool below paddles as if nothing happened, oblivious to my release.

She doesn’t have a clue, my angel, how she makes me feel.

Or does she?

I’m wondering how it’s possible that despite all the crimes Edison forced me to commit, all the pain he inflicted, this is what gives me a faint feeling of sin.

Pleasuring myself to her innocence and purity.

Lusting after my angel.

I need to rinse off. I’ll have the fucking maid clean up the mess.

I step into the shower and let the water beat hard against my body.

Yet as soon as she’s out of my sight, I’m concerned for her safety again. It’s all that matters to me right now. Of course, my best men and a whole team are there for her protection.

But I feel it should fall to me. It should be my calling to keep her safe, always.

She’s my perfect angel, and I’m responsible for her now.

I turn the water to cold and hurry up in the shower, not wanting to leave her alone out there. I push all thoughts of Edison Shaw out of my mind. He has no access to her, has no power here.

I put on fresh clothes, a casual but stylish outfit. It’s a luxurious understatement. I don my shades and stroll out to the pool.

She’s sprawled on a lounge chair, a towel draped over her waist. She’s wearing sunglasses and has her face angled at the sun. Her perky tits are just perfect and nearly manage to make me give into my lust again.

I look over and nod at her, as if this was a chance encounter by two casual acquaintances. Her clothes are still bundled up where she left them.

As I saunter over, I realize there are other things apart from a swimsuit that she’s lacking.

I sit down on the edge of the chair next to her at an angle, so I’m not speaking directly into her face.

“You should put on some sun lotion,” I suggest.

She shrugs.

“There’s a whole range of care products over there with the towels,” I point out. “But your precious, delicate skin deserves something special. There are probably also a few odds and ends you’re missing to make you comfortable.”

She looks at me expectantly.

“So I was thinking,” I say, drawing out my words, “How would you like to go shopping?”