Camilla's POV continues
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The plane had landed, I hadn't realised it until Mirabelle nudged my arm, alerting me of our arrival. The first thing I did was check the time on my wrist watch. It's late, too late to drive to Silverline packhouse so we're staying at a hotel, one close by. King is unloading all our luggage, with Mirabelle helping while I watch, cradling a sleeping Arieya in my arms, with Karla next to me, rumbling about how she missed our old house and wished she'd stayed longer during visits, if only I could share her enthusiasm about this, that would be great.
We have a few bags to take home with us since I had the initiative to send most of our luggage prior to this, making sure to leave only a few for when we visit. I listed the house as a rental home for tourists, and employed three people to keep it running, a chef, a cleaner and a gardener.
It's a good investment on my part, same goes for the Arieya Hearst mansion, it's bringing in good money and it's still in great shape, I've made sure of it. When I purchased it at the auction, they let me keep the staff, and I don't have to pay them, my inheritance covers it, according to Aunt Sheryl and uncle Xavier that is.
“Is that it?” I ask, my gaze settled on Belle. “I feel like we're forgetting something, did you double check?”
“Yes, I don't think I've forgotten anything.” Mirabelle retorts, beginning to count our items on her fingers.
“Mommy,” Karla call out. “You forgot Rissa.”
“Rissa.” Both Belle and I snorted in unison, relief in my laugh. Honestly, I don't know how I forgot about Rissa but perhaps it has to do with the fact that I am not used to traveling with a goddamn fucking tiger.
“Can I go get her?” Karla jumps excitedly.
“Don't worry, I'll go with her.” Mirabelle laughs.
Both she and Karla go to fetch Arieya's pet. I still can't believe I let the zoo keeper talk me into adopting a tiger that almost made my daughter lunch two days ago.
Arieya played a part in me adopting the tiger, she wouldn't stop crying for it until I gave out, agreeing to bring home the tiger, Kingston was an easy persuasion, he wanted to give her the tiger the moment she cried for it.
Mirabelle and Karla return, with Kingston holding the cage with the tiger in his hands. Only then do I get into the car, careful not to wake Arieya when I do. King travels with the tiger in a different car, seeing that she can't fit into the car we're all going in. Karla is a little scared of the tiger but seeing Arieya isn't in the least bit frightened by it, she too is sharing the enthusiasm of having a pet, like the pet goldfish I kept replacing wasn't enough for them.
The hotel receptionist is quick, and fast, the staff helping us being very accommodating, making the entire process easier for us. There's two rooms, both connected by a door, one room with two king size beds and the other with a single queen size bed.
Arieya and Karla seem to have their heart set on the single room, and me, being as tired as I am, I don't bother to argue with them, I simply schedule them for punishment tomorrow morning. Mirabelle agrees to sleep with them, while I sleep in the next one with King.
Absolute torture on my part because keen on giving me a bit of little torture, I drunkly bet I could go six months without sex, so far I've done miserably but two months to go and I can prove I'm that able.
I'm in the room I'm to share with King.
Mirabelle beside me while we peek into the other room, watching Karla and Arieya bounce on the bed, hoping it tires them out and puts them to bed easily.
“You are going to see your mom tomorrow,” I turned to Mirabelle.
“No,” she snorts. “I'm resting.”
“Belle, I'm not joking, your mother has been calling you nonstop, you can't keep ignoring her.”
Mirabelle shrugs, a smile on lips, telling me she can ignore her mother a bit longer. I glare at her until she gives out, “Fine. I'll go and see her soon but not tomorrow.”
“Beautiful,” Arieya calls out. My gaze switches to her, nodding for her to go on. “I..” she begins, pausing but grins. “ Quiero un pastel.”
“No.” I tell her instantly.
“Okay, but puedo tener una chocolatina luego?” she bargains, making Karla laugh in the back.
I sigh, Arieya thinks she's so smart, which she is but not enough to negotiate sweets at night with me.
“I got this one,” Mirabelle whispers through laughter. Rising she claps her hands, approaching the other room. “Girls, let's get ready for bed, chop chop, bubble bath awaits.” she tells them, pausing at the threshold of the door connecting the two rooms. “Camilla, welcome home,” she giggles.
“Thanks.”
Belle nods, “Just remember, there's kids on the other end of this door.” she tells me, pulling the door to lock it.
I frown, the thought only clicking a little too late. I'm not that much of a screamer but Mirabelle continues to judge me based on my first time at battle in the sheets.
Truth be told, I used to be a screamer, but King has turned me into a beggar. He gets off my anguish, my constant pathetic pleas for an orgasm, pleas that he dismisses, edging me to his satisfaction.
Tossing myself on the bed I sigh, too tired to change into my pyjamas so I'm willing to ruin my dress by sleeping in it. The door connecting me to Belle and the kids opens, revealing Kingston who waves his card in my face. “Took you long enough,” I yawn.
Kingston smiles, closing the door behind him. “Yea? Well I had to make a last minute stop.” he tells me, waving a plastic in my face. “Get your pretty ass up, Beautiful.”
Really? Now?
Okay. I sit up, watching him silently as he makes his way to the table in the middle of the room, laying out food on the table. “He can't be serious,” I tell myself.
“Oh but I am, come over here.” he taps his lap. “You didn't think you'd get away with going to bed hungry did you? I watched you on that plane, the only thing you ate was a fucking mint chocolate biscuit.”
“I'm not hungry.” I shrug, making my way to him. His legs slide further apart, making space to accommodate me. “Aren't you the mouthy brat.”
I nod, settling into his lap, I am and for some reason I keep forgetting Kingston's desire to be my dom isn't only limited to the bedroom, it's everywhere the light touches. He keeps tabs on what I eat, as well as how much I overwork myself.
“Open your mouth,” he tells me, holding a burger in his hand.
I oblige, not making a single protesting comment as I eat. When I've had enough, he gives in, letting me off his lap. It would seem I needed the energy too, once I'm done eating, I have the energy to change into my pajamas. Kingston is showering when I go to check on Mirabelle and the kids, true to my assumption she's struggling to put them to bed. Well at least one of them is asleep, the difficult one that is. Karla is awake, watching a soundless movie with subtitles on the tv next to a sleeping Arieya while Mirabelle watches the tv too. I join them, unable to get into the movie they're watching, I leave.
Kingston is in bed when I return, sprawled up on the bed close to the door. I'm debating on which bed to sleep on when Kingston snorts, “Come here.”
I grin, a laugh escaping me as I crawl onto bed, straddling him. Kingston grins, opening his eyes. “Quitting are we?” he asks, referring to my drunken bet.
“No.” I laugh, “I made it this far, while not make a year? ” I grin, my smile falling shortly after.“I don't mean it, but I'm going all six months.”
“Okay.” he licks his lips, his hands reaching for my waist, pulling me a bit further up on him, settling me on his crotch. “Fuck yourself on my cock will you?” he grins, rhythmically raising his hips. I bite down on a moan watching him grin wider. “Go on, but everytime you're about to come, I want you to stop. I need to see you put that frustration towards your first day back on pack soil, now be a good girl and fuck yourself on me, I'm dying to see your O face.” he winks.
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