Cruel Punishment IV
Camila's POV
Alejandro drags us into the bedroom, but just when I think he's taking us to the bed he pushes me towards the two white chairs facing each other.
It's late afternoon and the sun is out, we're high up and the view of the beach is amazing but something tells me I'm not going to be focused on that all that much.
He pushes me into the chair and I grow nervous at the fact that I'm so exposed. It's humiliating and oddly turning me on but the unknown makes me nervous.
I fold my hands in my lap and start fiddling with them as I direct my attention to them too scared to look up at his angry face.
"You make it so hard for me to control myself, you know that?" The sound of his rough calm voice echos the room and I snap my head up to find him in the chair across from me.
He gazes at me like I'm his prey and he's enjoying watching me squirm under his stare.
His arms are rested on the arms of the chair and he leans back into the chair, his form that of an intimidatingly powerful man.
The uneven power dynamic is clear as day and although we're both sitting down, he's in charge.
He looks every bit of a powerful man and when he uncrosses his legs, my eyes go down to the tent in his pants that he doesn't even bother to hide.
Instead he leans farther back in his chair and spreads his legs wide open, his hands coming out to start unbuttoning his dress shirt.
His movements are not rushed and they're calm while I'm left to squirm in my seat. I have no idea what he's doing but I'm equal parts terrified and aroused.
His face remains indifferent but I don't miss the way in which his eyes regard me with dominance, possession and lust.
My breathing goes erratic and I want nothing more than to crawl into his lap and do what we did the other day. Maybe that would fix things.
I sit up in my chair, deciding that I wanted to sit in his lap and so I make a move to get out of my chair.
His head is still tilted down, his attention focused on unbuttoning his shirt but he stops me by speaking. "Sit down." Is all he says before he lifts his head and his eyes penetrate mine. "You move from your spot and I stop."
He undoes all the buttons on his white dress shirt, the large strip of his muscular chest on display now that he's undone his shirt, and then his hands go to his belt as he slowly starts to unbuckle it, but not before raising a brow at me. "You don't want me to stop, yes?"
I swallow thickly and sink back into my chair, all my confidence gone as I turn into a submissive mess. I watch him intently as he continues to undo his belt, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth and I squeeze my legs together in anticipation.
He stops and I raise my head to look into his eyes that are hard and staring at me expectantly. "When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal answer." He says firmly.
I exhale heavily as he raises a brow at me "Now, do you want me to stop?" His voice is firm and his eyes are hard.
"No." I breathe, frantically shaking my head.
He hums and goes back to unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. "That's what I thought." He murmurs lowly.
I stare at the taught muscle of his chest where his gold chain is out and then trail my eyes down to his sharp V that leads down to the band of his black Calvin Klein briefs.
My legs squeeze together as he slowly starts to roll up his sleeves, his eyes stay focused on mine before trailing my body, lingering on my breasts and thighs.
His tongue pokes the side of his cheek in contemplation as he studies me.
The sight of him before me is so fucking hot that I can feel my panties dampen and I squeeze my legs together tighter.
It's an action he doesn't miss, because the next thing I know he's grunting in approval. He brings one of his arms up to rest his elbow on the arm of the chair so he can bring his thumb up to rub at his lower lip. While his other hand comes down to rest over the bulge in his pants.
He grabs himself over his slacks and his stare makes me so nervous and fidgety that I end up crossing my arms over my chest, trying to play it off as nonchalant but his eyes narrow in dark amusement. Like he enjoys to make me feel like this.
And then he's nodding towards me. "Remove your hands." Is all he says, his voice a rough command as he keeps eye contact. "I want to see you." And I slowly start removing my hands as he follows the action through hooded eyes. "All of you." He finishes.
I swallow thickly and rest my hands on my thighs as I see his hand start to slowly rub himself over his slacks all the while his eyes dart between my breasts and my eyes.
My mesh see through bra does little to hide my nipples and I can see a wet patch form on his slacks and my thighs squeeze together once again in hope for some sort of pressure, but it's like he's not having it. He nods at me once again and his hungry gaze meets mine.
"Spread your legs for me."
I hold my breath but do as he says, loving the way his hand starts to rub faster as I do so.
The man watches me intently as I slowly spread my legs. His gaze glued to the space between them as he hums out in content. His hands squeezes his length through his pants as he tsks shaking his head.
"The things I think of doing to you, baby." He grunts softly, his hips lift to push into his palm over and I withhold a whimper.
His eyes find mine and his tongue swipes his lower lip as he exhaled heavily. "There isn't enough time for me to say them out loud." He breathes moving his hand beneath his slacks and into his briefs as a strangled deep sound leaves his lips. It's a mix between a low groan and a grunt.
I watch his hand fist his cock beneath his slacks and he tips his head back but his eyes remain on me.
His eyes are filled with lust and approval and when I spread my legs wider, I see his hand fist himself tighter as he starts to squeeze his cock, letting out the softest of groans in approval at my actions.
"Do you know how fucking perfect you are?" His voice is low and husky and his jaw ticks like it's torturing him to not have me against him. "So fucking perfect." He groans and my breathing starts to grow shallow as his predatory gaze penetrates my pleading one.
But just when I think he's going to stop teasing me, he grunts. "Take off your underwear." He commands sternly, ignoring me and my pleading gaze.
I instantly do as he says and when I slip my panties off over my feet I go to remove my heels but he tsks. "Keep them on."
I slide my feet back into my slip on heels and open my legs wide, my bare pussy wet and on display for him.
He groans loudly at the sight, his greedy eyes flicker all over my core as his hand beneath his slacks moves to pull out his cock and I suppress a whimper at the sight of him.
Beads of precum leak from his tip and I lick my lips watching his grip the base of his cock. He's hard, thick and throbbing.
I want him so badly.
And then he lifts his palm to spit into it before moving back down to fist his girth as he starts to slide his hand up and down his length, his eyes penetrating mine with so much approval that a whimper escapes my lips.
I'm soaking and this is torture.
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