Chapter 171: Are You Touching Yourself?
Chapter 171: Are You Touching Yourself?
Camilla
Pulling out my phone that was still mute to silent mode, my heart raced as I saw five missed calls from Domenico, the most recent one being half an hour ago.
I was scared, hovering my fingers over his caller ID, I took a deep breath before pressing the call button. It rang once before I heard the click of him answering. Instantly, heavy breathing sounded through the line l, matching my own uneven exhales.
"Hey, darling." His deep voice answered, sending butterflies off in my stomach.
"Having fun?"
In combination with the alcohol still running through my veins, his words fell like ecstasy.
"I am actually." I responded, standing from the bar stool and gesturing to Edet that I will be right back. It was too loud in here to hold a conversation over the e phone.
Steeping just outside of the doors, I leaned against one of the concrete columns that held the patio balcony above.
"You are in so much trouble." He warns in a natural tone, but it was the sound in the background that made me take him a little more seriously.
"What are you going to do, sir? Punish me?" I said quietly, smiling to myself at the fact he was far from me and I am still on my period. He couldn't even make me punish myself over the phone.
It was silent for a moment as more sounds came before he spoke.
"Yes, I am." His response has me pressing my thighs together where I stood.
"Domenico?" I called, my face flushing as his answering groan sounded over the line.
"Are you touching yourself?"
I felt hot as I asked that question, but once the words passed my lips, I knew I was right. I could hear the sound of his fist stroking himself over and over again, some sort of oil making him wet enough for me to know what was happening in my absence.
"I am in my bed with your panties wrapped around my dick." He moaned, the visual making me bite my lips in desire.
I wish I could see him right now because he fuckingly sounded so good. For a moment, I just stayed silent, closing my eyes and picturing how his hand would be working up and down, getting off just by listening to my voice. I shifted when I remembered that I was in the public, but nobody stood outside except for me. It was only me, on the call with Domenico and the fact that I was getting wet became uncomfortable.
"Domenico?" I called again, my cheeks heating from the sounds his name elicited from him.
His breathing fell deeper with every passing second and I was able to hear as his movement grew more frantic.
"Once I am done talking to you, I have people who are going to take me back home, okay?" He said, speaking to me as though this was an everyday conversation.
"I don't need to babysit." I argued, my words falling short when another sound of pleasure was pulled from his lips.
"And you can't punish me for drinking when you do it too."
I knew I was in real trouble when a quiet laugh sounded over the line, but it was barely one of amusement. It was meant to remind me of my place and that he could punish me for whatever reason he would like.
"Your so-called babysitters aren't there out of distrust for you, but rather the people you are staying with. And yes, darling, you are allowed to drink but that is not why I am going to punish you. I am going to turn your ass red because you made yourself vulnerable in a dangerous city without one of us there to protect you."
He sounded exactly like Edet. All three of my men had wanted to come with us but chose to respect my wish anyways. They knew about my history with this place and still didn't fight me on it even though they saw right through my lies about me being okay.
"I am sorry, sir." I mumbled, amazed at how I found myself submitting to him even from a hundred of miles away.
I can tell my words pleased him by his groans, my body becoming intoxicated through in a way no amount of drinking could offer.
"It is okay, Camilla." He said, his hand moving audibly faster over himself at my apology.
"You are still my good girl." He added and that had my whole body triggered.
"You like it when I praise you, don't you? Are your legs pressing together right now from the sound of my voice?"
They were tighter than he knew. I have never hated being a girl more than I do right now and I could practically picture his satisfied smirk at the knowledge I would be turned on for the next week straight now with no relief.
"Yes, sir." I admitted, my words dropping to a mere whimper under his affect.
My hand reached back to balance myself against the post as I realized he was about to make himself cum over the phone and I couldn't do anything but listen. I could picture him on his bed, his head tossed back against his pillow with the phone to his ear. I imagined his eyes closed with pleasure as his hips bucked up slightly to fúck his fist against my panties. His cheeks would be flushed and his mouth would be parted slightly, all of this happening because I refused to let him be by side to do it in person.
"Say something to me, darling." He panted and I know he is getting close just by his tone.
I don't know what he wanted to hear, so I simply settled on the truth.
"I miss you," I heard him humming at my words, a low groan being drawn from his mouth in response.
"Fuck…I miss you too, Camilla. You have no idea how much.
"It has only been two days, it is not like we haven't been apart for longer before but everything is so much different now. Everything I felt for them was so intense than it could be overwhelming and right now, my desire consume me.
"I have been stroking myself every night since you left, imagining it was your perfect cunt wrapping around me instead of my fingers. I thought about your pretty face staring up at me, calling out your name right before my orgasm begins to spill down my fist.
"Domenico," I whispered, but he was already cuming with my name on his tongue a second later.
Even though I wasn't touching myself, my eyes fell closed as though I were, needing to hold onto something as he cursed out a deep growl. I listened as he spilled himself against his hand and I was panting right along with him.
Every heavy breath of his carried through the phone and I wished so bad I could be there even just to watch. Domenico was making me reconsider his offer to stay with me, not because of the sex, but because I simply missed him so damn much. I missed the three of them but the sound of my name pulled my thoughts back to my phone.
"I may be your boyfriend, Camilla. But I am still going to take good care of you when you get back home and I am also your dominant." He said, however the amused pause on his part told me he wasn't done speaking.
My knees were flushed together and my skin was still hot but when was worse is that I has a feeling he fucking knew it. Waiting for a distraction from my aching body, I squirmed where I stood a moment before he continued.
"I suggest you enjoy being able to sit on your ass while you still can, darling."
I couldn't even manage a response before he hung up, leaving me wet, unsatisfied and unbelievably longing for him.
As though he could hear my thoughts, his sudden text shut me up and my fingers clicked on the message before my hand flew over my mouth and I looked around to make sure nobody else was around. With a pouting heart, I looked back down at my phone, my clit throbbing at the picture of him taken from his neck down. The angle let me see everything from his tattooed abs to his hand still wrapped around his cóck, my red panties soaked in his release.
I have received my fair share of dick pics, most unwanted but he had me wanting to touch myself right here in the open. I watched as dots appeared on my screen not long before a second text came through
'Fine days, Camilla.' I read his message.
Five long excruciating days and I can't wait for it to be over so that I can go back to the arms of my men.
I missed them so badly, I missed their dicks.
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