Camilla's POV continues
“Nothing.” I instantly say, I don't think before I speak, the words just seem to escape me. My response seems to infuriate him, I'm scared of him right now, I know he won't hurt me but I'm still terrified. I'm holding back tears the way I wish he'd hold back his fury.
“The truth Mia.” He roars.
The tears I was holding back ran free as I opened my mouth. “We kissed.” I lament, closing my eyes as soon as I speak.
“Look at me!” He hisses.
I hastily opened my eyes to look at him, through my tears. His grip on my throat has long fastened, I can hardly breathe.
“You're mine Mia, no man is allowed to fondle you, you hear me? ”
I instantly nod my reply. His lips crash onto mine, violently devouring me as if to erase the feel of Elliott's lips on mine but when I kiss him back he pulls away, letting out a growl of frustration. “Is this how you kissed him too, the same way you kiss me...with such desire and need?”
“No, only you.” I sob gazing into his now black eyes.
“The fact that you not only thought of another man but let him kiss you is enough to make me want to kill him.” He grits his teeth.
“No, please don't kill him.” I plead.
Releasing my throat, he walks past me. I hear the sound of the door closing then his footsteps. I wipe my tears as he goes to his closet, pulling some drawer he takes out two pairs of handcuffs.
No. What is he going to do?
I watch as he walks to his bed, sitting on the edge. “I didn't want to do this but you're pushing my buttons and now I have to show you what happens when you do, come here.” He orders. There's a no-nonsense variant in his tone and I'm not striving to make him angrier. I take very calculated steps, slow too. “Lose the slippers, unless you want me to spank you with them.”
I flinch at his words, taking them off when I reach him. He yanks me down, bending me over his knees and I gasp. I feel my dress ride up above my ass when he does. “This, flashing your panties when you lean over?” He hisses.
“No.” I whimper, my tears dropping onto his bedding.
A hot slap lands on my right cheek, making me whimper loudly. “I don't want to hear you crying, the more you cry the harder and more spanks you receive. You hear me?”
“Yes.” I sniff.
“Good girl.” He murmurs in approval. He tugs on the waistband of my panties and yanks them off. He takes a deep breath and squeezes my left cheek, trailing his fingers to my pussy, which is now on full display. “Who is it that you're wet for, me or him?”
“You.” I breathe.
“You're lying.”
I suck in a breath when another slap is felt across my ass, sending a burning sensation through me which is accompanied by a tingling sensation a second later. The second one stings and I scream, he follows up on his promise and spanks me harder. I soon learn to bite my tongue to muffle my screams. He spanks me about 10 times more before he stops. My ass is burning but I like the tingling sensation accompanied by the pain.
“The next time you go out with some boy, in a dress that screams 'fuck me', you'll remember this punishment.” He breathes heavily, like this was a workout. “On the bed, now.” He orders.
I do as he says and he studies my face. Obviously checking for tears, but there's no fresh ones. He almost grins at the sight. He walks around me with his handcuffs in his hand. He holds out his hand and I give him mine, he clasps one end of the handcuffs on me and the other end to the bed, he does the same with my other hand. I want to ask him what he's doing but the darkness of his eyes is enough to make me swallow my question.
“Have you ever touched yourself for an orgasm?”
I nod, clenching my thighs shut. I have touched myself a few times when I was in heat and since I got here, five times because I wanted him.
“Since you took your punishment like a good girl, I will reward you with one. I promised myself kissing you was as far as I'd go but fuck it, now I want to taste you. I want to stop wondering all day if your pussy tastes just as sweet as your lips.” He chuckles. “Better, I bet it savors sweeter than your lips.”
He crawls on top of me and spreads my legs open. Is this it? Am I finally going to know what it feels like when he caresses me on the one place I've dreamed and prayed he would?
“Two things, number one....Keep your legs open and two, you don't get to cum unless I say so.” He warns. I nod my answer scared if I speak, I will moan.
He reaches underneath his bed for something, a pocket knife. I try not to give a reaction but when he uses it to slice my dress off me, leaving me in nothing but my strapless bra, I gasp. His eyes trail over my body so slow and thorough, it should be illegal.
When his eyes meet mine, he pauses as if rethinking his decision. No please don't rethink it, I want this so bad.
“Fuck Baby.” He whispers to himself. He leans in to place a tiny kiss on my lips before he disappears in between my legs. I hear him groan when he reaches there, he takes a whiff of my pussy, which stuns me. “Mmm, Cinnamon and Vanilla, the scent that kills me everyday.” He groans.
I feel his fingers separate my folds. “My spankings made you this wet, aren't you the little whore.”
His dirty words don't affect me like I think they should, instead they make my stomach clench with desire. When his fingers touch my opening, I moan, my insides clenching, it's not long before I feel his mouth on me, his tongue runs across my wet slit, sending shivers down my spine. He groans, spreading my legs wider with his hands.
“Ahh.” I bite on my lip, caging a moan.
Adrian peers up at me, “Nah uh baby girl, I want to hear you moan for me, don't muffle that sound, scream if you want to. It's music to my ears.” He asserts.
I can feel his thumb on my clit, gently stroking it in a circular motion. When he disappears back in between my legs I lose my mind, he pushes in one finger, slowly thrusting before he adds a second, I can't help but moan at the pleasing intrusion. His mouth is on my pussy, doing something to me that makes me scream while his fingers thrust in me, faster now. I'm riding on my high and he's focused on his art, yes art because there's no other word that can explain what he is doing to me.
“Oh God! ”
“You can't come yet but say my name.” He grumbles, his tongue sucking on my clit, hard.
“Alpha..Ad..”
Pulling his fingers out he peers up at me. His other hand caressing my clit, he sucks on the fingers he pulled out of me. Staring deep into my soul, he tastes them one more time, before disappearing in between my legs again. “My name Camilla.” He demands, thrusting his tongue into my pussy, it feels good, too good, His mouth wreaking havoc on my mound.
“Adrian!” I scream, feeling my orgasm close.
“I-”
I'm long gone, I can't even speak.
“Don't come yet.”
“Please.” I cry out, exhausted and looking for a way to delay my orgasm longer but when his tongue dances in me, I can't do it.
“Cum for me baby, let me taste you.” He says spreading my legs wider. His thumb comes to my clit and I erupt, like a fucking volcano.
My orgasm rips through me, I let out a cry, one I don't recognize as my own. “I was right, it is sweeter.” He says to himself.
My legs tremble even more as he starts to finger me through my orgasm, I plead with him to stop but he doesn't listen, he eats me out until I cum a second time. This goes on again and again, until my voice is raspy and my limbs numb from the wiggling. Somewhere in between my fifth or sixth orgasm he told me he was enjoying it more than me, he was doing it for him too.
When I cum for the eighth time, he stops. Lifting my body above the covers, he yanks them off. I am dazed, I can barely see clearly, my breaths are heavy and loud. He smiles at me, pleased with his work as he uncuffs me.
He lays next to me and pulls the covers over us, I turn to him and he is staring at me too, eyes darker than night, he runs his tongue across his teeth, “I don't care what you do but remember this Camilla, you're mine and I don't share. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.” I whisper, before closing my eyes.
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