Cruel Punishment III
Camila's POV
Punishment?
Was this punishment some sort of sex thing? Like he says he's punishing me then he makes me come? If so then I was going to push it.
All the fucking way.
I blink up at him up at him and nod. "Sorry, I won't do it again." I say shyly.
He narrows his eyes as he searches my face but I merely plaster on a look of obedience. He nods satisfied putting my hand into my lap, and pecking my temple. "Good girl. You wouldn't be able to handle the consequences." He murmurs, his tone soft and sweet but I don't miss the threat.
The threat that intrigues me.
He tunes back into the conversation, only now leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs wider apart as he shifts uncomfortably, yet doing nothing to hide the tent in his pants that only I can see.
It stares back and me and I can tell he's hard and throbbing but he won't do anything about it.
I wait until Lorenzo and Mal are in a discussion of their own until I sneak my hand back and cup his erection beneath his slacks.
His head snaps to the side, his furious eyes meeting mine but I simply flutter my lashes and then I take my bottom lip into my mouth slowly.
Alejandro's eyes follow the movement and I take the opportunity to stroke up and down along his length.
His hard gaze wavers and a lazy hooded one replaces it as he rests his head back on the seat and he blows air through his nose, sinking father back into the chair.
He shuts his eyes and his chest heaves. I don't know if he's giving in or trying to control himself but I sneak a glance ahead of us to see Lorenzo and Mal turned to each other and laughing at something.
His dick is fully hard and throbbing beneath my hold and just when I think he's giving in, his eyes snap open and he grips onto my wrist harshly.
He suddenly stands abruptly yanking me up with him and stepping behind me. "Excuse us." He nods at the men as he placed a hand on my hip from behind and pushes me forward towards the hall that leads to the restrooms.
He walks behind me, using my body to shield his erection but when we round the corner he spins me around and his angry eyes stare into mine.
"Cut it out." He grits, frustration and outrage clear in his voice. "We are in public and instead of listening to what Lorenzo has to say you want to push it by fucking with me?" He asks incredulously.
I blink up at him and shrug. "I'm bored plus you did this to yourself." I say crossing my arms and stubbornly tilting my chin away from him.
His face hardens and he cups the side of my face harshly, turning my head to his. "I don't give a fuck. You're gonna sit your ass in that chair." His face moves closer. "And behave like a fucking good girl." He growls, tilting my face up to his.
My stomach turns but I force myself to stand my ground. "No." I say and then my heart races when I see the feral look in his eyes. "I'm not going back there." I spit angrily.
Alejandro raises a brow, his eyes lighting up. "Oh yeah?" He spits in that same tone that's dark and promises nothing good. His chest heaves telling me he's about to snap.
But like I said, I was going to push. "Yeah you and your demands can go to hell."
And then Alejandro's eyes widen like he can't believe I just said that and when his eyes flicker across my face seeing that I'm being serious he growls under his breath. "Fuck it." He says almost to himself before he grips onto my upper arm and turns me around.
He moves out of the hallway with my back to his chest, his grip tight and possessive.
His erection digs into my back and just when I think he's going to lead us back to the table, he stops by a waitress. "Inform the men at my table that something came up." He orders.
And then he's pushing me the rest of the way out of the restaurant and towards the private elevator.
My stomach tightens, everything in me wanted to listen and be his good girl but another part of me wanted to push it and see where it gets me.
His grip on my upper arm tightens painfully as we wait for the elevator and I can feel the anger radiating off him. His dominant side didn't like being tested like that.
But there's no going back and once the elevator opens he pushes me into it in one harsh shove.
My back hits the far wall and Alejandro storms in after me, his face one of intimidation and irritation.
My chest heaves as I stay rooted to my spot and I watch him press the button for the top floor and his large dominating presence makes me shrink back into the wall.
The elevator doors barely even close before he's turning and moving towards me, caging my body against the wall with his much larger one. "You like to be fucking smart with me, yes?" He spits angrily, his erection digging into my lower stomach.
I look down watching as he pushes further into me but then a harsh grip on my chin tilts my head back up to his. "Look me in the fucking eye when I'm talking to you." His voice is strong and there's a dangerous tone to it.
I don't speak and instead blink up at him, my heart racing and heat pooling in my stomach. There was something incredibly hot about Alejandro when he was mad.
He pushes his hips forward, rubbing his erection against my stomach as he places a hand on the wall next my head. He dips his head so that his heavy breathing hits my ear.
He's frustrated, angry and aroused.
"Huh?" His voice is rough yet controlled. I don't have time to form words because I feel his free hand move down the side of my body sensually.
My chest starts heaving and when I hear the sound of a zipper being undone, I realize that his hand wasn't just trying to feel me up. He was undoing the side zipper of my dress.
I swallow thickly and go against everything in my body telling me to be submissive. I stare up at him with a stubborn look. The one that tells him I'm not listening to him and it's as if he hates it because the next thing I know, his hand moves up to grip my neck.
He shakes his head angrily, his lips ghosting over mine. "Such a fucking little brat." He spits against my lips, his tone making me feel so dirty and my stomach tightens.
I force myself to go against every bone in my body telling me to stay still and instead reach my hand down between us to his pants.
I move my hand down to rub him and gain some of the power back but his hand on the wall comes down to grip my wrist and in one angry motion he holds it above my head. Pinning it to the wall.
His hand on my neck squeezes twice and his blazing eyes stare into mine telling me that, that was not the right thing to do.
"You don't like to fucking listen do you, huh?" He spits getting in my face before his chest starts heaving. "You don't get to touch." He breaths harshly, using his hand around my neck to tilt my face higher.
The look in his eyes makes my stomach drop and his hips push into me one more time."Not when you're being such a brat."
And when he steps back he moves my dress so that it falls to the floor and I'm left to stand there stunned at what just happened.
I look down to the floor where my dress is pooled at my feet and before I can even reach down to grab it, the elevator doors open and he's pulling me into the penthouse not allowing me to grab my dress off the floor.
My heels click as he drags me with a grip on my forearm through the penthouse and towards the stairs. All I can do is try to keep up, all the while the air hitting my exposed body makes me feel more intimidated.
I was in a black mesh bra and matching panties with black polka dots. The mesh was see through and I was very exposed.
What the fuck is happening?
The anger and dominance radiating off him scares me and something tells me that this wasn't going to be one of those times where he pleasures me.
Was this my punishment?
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