Cruel Punishment V
Camila's POV
When I can't take it anymore, I trail my hand down to my slit needing to touch myself. The sight of him like this is so erotic and since he's not touching me I'll do it myself.
But just as I get to my clit he tuts shaking his head, his dark eyes snapping to mine. "Don't touch." Is all he says, his gravely voice hitting my ears making me let out another whimper only this one is slightly louder.
My frantic eyes widen and stare into his hooded ones. "But-but." And then when I realize he's being serious, a small whine escapes my lips and I'm tempted not to listen, but I know that will only end badly.
So instead- with extreme difficulty- I rest my hand on my thigh and it balls into a fist. "Please." I whine softly.
He hums in approval, his hand continueing to leisurely pump himself as he stares into my pussy but then his eyes snap to mine and I want to cry out becasue the look in his eye tells me he's far from done torturing me.
"Hands on the arms of the chair." He says and I do as he says without even thinking. "And keep them there." He finishes.
The pressure is too much but instead of not listening I try to shift and relieve some of the pressure and when that doesn't work, I resort to taking deep breaths as I shut my eyes.
But like I said Alejandro's not done torturing me. "Eyes open, baby." He grunts and I open my eyes to look into his.
My eyes are pleading with him and I whimper. "Alejandro, please." I whine, as I breathe out in short shallow breaths.
I'm so hot and bothered that I can feel myself throbbing and watching Alejandrowith his large calloused hand wrapped around his very large veiny cock as he pumps himself and stares into my eyes is not helping.
Alejandrohums the sound a deep throaty one from the back of his throat. He leans farther back into the chair, his hand comes out to squeeze his tip as he stares at me, his eyes dark and unwavering. He's not caving. "So now you wanna be a good girl and listen, huh?"
Dread pools my stomach and I hate this punishment.
"Yes." I whimper, my chest heaving and nipples hard. His eyes move to watch the rise and fall of my chest his eyes flickering between my needy nipples.
"Why? Is this making you wet?" He murmurs tauntingly, his head tilted to the side and his eyes filled with some sort of twisted amusement. All the while his hand moves forward and he uses his thumb to spread precum around his tip.
But I don't even care how desperate he's making me feel. He's seated before me, grunting and groaning as he touches himself while I can't. It's not fair.
"Y-yes." I answer. I'm soaking. Dripping.
His eyes move to my pussy and his lips tilt. "I can see that, baby." And then he chuckles, the sound a low husky rumble. "So fucking wet and I haven't even touched you." His hand fists his cock and his strokes start picking up.
I sit there watching him and listening to him as he groans and fucks his fist to the sight of me. I don't know for how long but it starts to get too much.
My hands grip onto the white leather of the chair harder and my legs start to shake. I feel like I'm about to pass out and nothing about his gaze is remorseful.
Instead his gaze trails my body, his lips part and groans spill from them as he continues to glide his hand along his cock and softly pant about how good he feels.
His eyes then find mine and they're so dark and dangerous that I want to cry, "You think about me when you touch yourself, yes?" He suddenly asks, raising a brow.
His bottom lip disappears between his teeth and his gaze moves to trail along my pussy that's still on display for him.
I swallow thickly, my throat dry and raspy from all my panting. "Yes." I say unabashedly. I wanted nothing more than to relieve myself of the pain and I was willing to give him whatever he wanted from me.
He grunts lightly and nods. "Then show me what you do when you think of me." And then his dark eyes find mine. "I want to see." He murmurs softly.
I don't waste any time as I trail my hand down to my pussy and he chuckes the sound throaty and deep. "Rallentare, Principessa." He commands smugly, his eyes following the movement of my hand and his hand picking up its pace on his hard cock. (Slow down, Princess)
I whimper but slow down, trailing my fingertips across my hard nipples peeking through the see through mesh. I wanted to play with them but right now I needed to rub my clit.
His dark gaze watches my hand as I trail it father down. "Tell me, baby. Do you want me to touch you?" He breathes his hand picking up its pace. His breathing gets louder and his grunts mix with low groans under his breath. They fill my ears and I want to combust.
"Yes, please." I moan softly once my fingers reach my clit.
I start to circle the bundle of nerves, the feeling so amazing that I moan out loudly no giving a shit who hears.
Alejandrogrunts in response as the sound of his hand working his cock fills my ears. "How badly?" I keep my gaze on his large calloused hand that's gliding up and down his cock. "Tell me what you want-" He cuts himself off as he throws his head back and a low sensuous moan leaves his lips.
It's deep and throaty and sends a wave of wetness through me. I wanted to hear that again.
My lips part as I continue to rub my clit. And when he tilts his head back down to stare straight into my eyes, I rub faster at the sight of him before me.
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