Chapter 300: Let Me Touch You, Miss
Chapter 300: Let Me Touch You, Miss
Camilla
Slipping on the fluffy white robe hanging on the door, I take one final breath before stepping into the playroom, Adriano's eyes already on mine by the time I meet his.
"Camilla?" He said my name as I took a step towards him, noting the hint of desperation in his voice, the sound that almost came out like a whine, my pussy clenching at the idea.
"Shhhh," I cooed, glancing down at him as I near the bed.
"You did such a good job waiting for me so patiently." My skin heats when I catch a glint of something shiny and wet against his stomach, taking in the sight of his weeping dick and all of the precum that had leaked out of him.
His eyes followed my gaze and I wonder if any part of him feels embarrassed in the ways I once did when I submitted for them in the beginning.
"Such a pretty sight to see." I said, gliding a finger through the mess and collecting as much as I could in one swipe, I waited until l had his full attention.
Taking the digit into my mouth and sucking at the salty tang of his need, I didn't miss the way his dick twitched at the action. He looked so good like this and I am feeling greedy. I want so much more.
"Please," he groans again, a smile catching my face while I take the chance to climb up onto him until I am comfortably straddling his stomach. I watched as his nostrils flared, instantly taking in my scent.
"Begging already, honey?" I giggled.
"You used my shampoo?" He asked.
And that is why I can feel him squirming so damn much beneath me. The primal part of him loves that I am covered in his scent and it has him wanting to mark me all the more. He hasn't even seen what I am wearing beneath my robe yet.
"Yes," I confirmed what he already knows but it feels so good to see the effects take place.
His head rolled back against the headboard where his hands were still tied, trying to gather even an ounce of self control from inside him. I now understand why they love it so much, the domination. It is completely and utterly intoxicating.
"Does that make you want to be inside me?" I tease, dragging a nail under his chin and encouraging his eyes back open.
"Yes," he grits out, his breathing just a little more heavy now than it was previously.
"What was that?" I raised a brow, testing him to see how good his memory is of our conversation before my shower.
"Yes, Miss." A shiver travels through his body, he remembered.
"We should make that happen then, shouldn't we?" Teasing at the bow I tied on my robe, I lean forward to gain a bit of leverage while positioning myself closer to his face in the process.
"Feel like giving me a hand…."
I didn't even need to finish my sentence before he is leaning forward and tearing at the ribbon as though it insults him using his mouth until I am fully exposed before him.
"Someone is desperate." I smirk, but the look he gives me reflects nothing but seriousness.
"You have no idea."
Sliding the robe off the rest of the way, I don't think before tossing it to the floor and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Adriano looks up at me as though I was his entire world and I am sure my expression mirrored that. Although I place my hands against his chest with every intention to move down the expanse of his body, I freeze when I feel his knees press up against my back to keep me in place. Silently reading the word he doesn't say, I instead move upwards until my pussy is hovering directly over his mouth.
"Please, let me taste you." He begged so sweetly.
I am not even fully down before he was drawing me in the rest of the way, feasting on me as though I were his last meal. I can't help but gasp at the way he is taking me, sucking and licking in just the right place with little care for his own wants and needs. The motions encourage legs to spread further so I can sit fully, one of my hands intertwining in his hair as my body takes over for the both of us. He knows just the right combination of motions that have heat waves shooting across my skin, seemingly spurred on by the fact he was tied down and couldn't use his hands to pull me in deeper.
I held the control tonight even if it was hard to tell at times given the sound he was drawing from me.
"Fuck, that it is." I moaned.
"Right there, baby."
As much time as he spent with his tongue dancing over and around my clit, it was his own groans of pleasure that were the highlight. The sound he made as he ate me out could only be described as delectable even though I was the only one gaining relief out of it. I grew wetter with each passing second, so wet that I was soon about to feel my arousal against the spot where my thighs met his cheeks.
I haven't even cum and yet but I have him absolutely soaked. He wasn't slowing down either, in fact as soon as that thought crosses my mind, I feel his attention dip lower along my slit, lapping at the moisture that has gathered. A murmur escaped him but I am far too gone to even comprehend what he was saying. The moment his mouth latches onto me and his tongue pushes its way inside. I am done for.
Feeling my legs go numb, he does his best to position me where he wants me, however my hand was still gripping his hair like a vice and controlling his range of motion. Angling my pussy down ever so slightly, I brought myself up to his nose until I was nudging my clit with the tip with each thrust forward. I am able to feel every hot breath he lets out as the warmth tingles against my skin and suddenly I am even more thankful for taking the edge off earlier so I could enjoy this that much longer.
Every time I tried to lift up to give him a chance to breathe, he simply followed me higher. Every groan vibrated against my nerves.
"Camilla," I think I hear him say and I know I feel his body shudder beneath my own, feel him shaking as though he too was on the brink.
"I am going to cum, Adriano. Going to make a mess of your pretty face."
I rattle his cuffs against the headboard sounds in response. Something about the way he tense then immediately relaxes against me sends me over the edge, crying out my pleasure as heat collide with my entire being, his tongue moves in tandem with my body, taking his time to wring out every last drop of desire from my core until I am a satisfied enervated mess.
It takes multiple minutes of panting before I have the energy to lift off him, a pained whimper leaving his mouth as I do so. Swiveling my hips until I am kneeling by his side, my lips part in realization as the sight before me.
"You cum?" I rasped.
"Hard not to when you taste so fucking good."
I don't even know what to say to that, I stare down at him as I take in the sight of his flexed muscle and the cum that stained his tattooed skin. He made his much of a mess yet wasn't touched once. I didn't even know that would happen. Reaching over to wipe some of myself off his cheeks, I stroked his face before leaning over to kiss him, the action all praise.
As my tongue slips in, I am able to taste my release mixed with the heady sensation of him. He groans into me as I show him just how content I am with his submission.
"You did so good," I whispered against his mouth, blindly reaching up to interlock my hands with his.
"How are these feelings?" Sliding my thumb over his palm, I checked again to make sure he was as comfortable as one can be in cuffs.
"Let me touch you." He said instead.
"That wasn't my question."
"Camilla…fuck. Miss, please let me touch you."
I laughed a little, pulling back to look down at him.
"But you look so pretty tied up like this." Shaking my head, I moved until I was straddling him again, this time much much lower down on his body.
"Tell me your safe word." I said.
"Bunny, Miss." He murmured and it sounded like he was begging for more despite the true meaning of a safe word.
In truth, I am not actually sure if his binding would hold him should he really try to break himself free. However, it is his choice of letting me take control that makes this all the more interesting.
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