Chapter 72: Denied Orgasm
Chapter 72: Denied Orgasm
Camilla
Knowing I have only two minutes to make myself cum and knowing that clitoral stimulation is always the most effective with my body. I continue circling the swelling bundle of nerves, trying to keep my mind focused on my orgasm and not on the time. It was so hard though when I know I am slowly losing this deal.
Increasing the pressure there but it was not enough to bring me over the edge, not at the rate Gregorio is driving at least.
"No!" I groan, trying to get myself there as fast as I can.
Loosening my muscles, I try to relax into my touch and close my eyes in the process. To my luck, it instantly helps and I feel my arousal begin to leak enough that it meets my fingers. Biting my lips to stop my moan from slipping out, I felt my walls tighten on nothing but air and signs of building orgasm appearing.
With Domenico still playing with my breast and I with the second one, I shift in my seat as my hips begin to rock into my fingers. Hope flickers in my mind when I feel my stomach tighten and I let out a pant at how fast I am working my body up right now. I just needed a couple more seconds and I could get there.
Pinching my clit between my fingers just as I feel myself begin to go over the edge, I feel a hand pull my wrist away from between my thighs. My eyes snapped and my eyes opened quickly just to realize we had parked in the driveway and Gregorio just denied my orgasm.
"You are kidding," I said, not wanting to admit what I already know to be true.
Gregorio only smirks at me and I am sure the others two are wearing the same expression in the back seat.
"Tell us what you said to Sarah and I will personally finish what you start right now." Adriano said from the back sea, loosening his grip on my hair and allowing me to sit forward.
Even though my body screams at me to take him up on his offer, I shook my head in no.
"I guess I will see you tomorrow for dinner then." Domenico said as he removed his hand from my breast and leaned back in his seat he was amused too.
This wasn't a punishment for I did nothing wrong, meaning they were simply doing it because they could. Because at the second my hand dropped between my thighs, I agreed to it. That knowledge stuck with me as I got out of their ridiculously expensive car and walked up to the door with an aching body.
Next day
Today is my day with Domenico and I have never been more nervous and excited for something to happen in my life before as I am right now. Yes, I am still a bit bitter about how they left me high and dry last night but I have no doubt he will make up for that later tonight.
He better let me touch him as well because I am starting to feel a little guilty that I haven't done a single thing for them since we began this relationship. Right now, I am sure he is making dinner for me before we can go up to the playroom and my emotions are just as intense for that part as well. It reminds me that our relationship is more than just him being my dominant, he is also my boyfriend or one of them at least.
I have no idea how I am supposed to dress for tonight but I figured jeans and a crop top would probably be acceptable. Knowing he will be expecting me my eight tonight, I decided to leave now as it is already seven o'clock so that I won't be late. I don't want him to use it as an excuse to punish me if I am late.
I shouted a quick goodbye to Nancy before moving into my car and drove off. Driving to their house, if I can even call it a house. Is most definitely not ideal but the mere thought of trying to fit even two of their large bodies in my double bed seems even more of a pain.
Nevertheless, driving gives me a chance for some alone time which is always appreciated. However, it also gave me a chance to think about the endless possibilities of what might await us tonight, including the homemade dinner Domenico insisted on making. I just realized that I have never really spoken to any of my men unless it was about business, murder or our relationship which was mostly built on sexual desires.
Now I find myself both interested and slightly nervous to talk with Domenico on food about more normal things like our families and getting to know each other. At least I have the next half hour to prepare myself.
Reaching to their house, I allowed myself to roam over every inch of their mansion and I became increasingly aware of how much my poorly aged vehicle stuck out, parked on the paved driveway that was leading down into their underground garage.
This is my first time coming here on my own. When I came for the signing of the contract, they sent a driver to pick me up. Spotting three people standing at the entrance, it seemed like both the best and the worst option for me to come to the underground garage.
Keeping my car parked and out of the way, I make sure to lock it behind me as I take a quick and nervous step up to the steel border surrounding the entryway.
"Please state your full name and your business for being here." A woman said the second I came into hearing range, her voice projective and firm.
"Camilla Ranger and I are here to see Domenico Jaxson." I said, not entirely sure what to classify my reason for seeing him.
None of them said a word and the woman's gaze dropped down to my hand and I soon realized she was looking at Adriano's ring on my finger.
"You may go in." she finally decided and as if on cue the metal gates slowly opened for me despite none of them moving an inch.
"Thank you," I offer a smile, not too sure what to think of that interaction.
Shaking off how cold her voice was, I walked past the newly accessible pathway and straight towards the massive French doors. Before I even get the chance to raise my fist to knock, the right door swung open, revealing a handsome disheveled Domenico.
The first thing I noticed was that his t-shirt clung to every defined muscle and section of his large body. The second was the powerful scent of food and seasoning that came rushing at me and second the door opened.
"Hi, darling." He smiles, stepping aside so I can move through the massive entrance.
"I hope you are hungry because I swear I made enough food to feed a dozen of us."
"I am starving." I flashed him a grin.
Following him to the kitchen, the delicious smell of what I am assuming to be our dinner draws a quiet rumble from my stomach.
"How was your day?" He asked and I watched as he tied an apron around his waist before moving into the freezer and I took that as my cue to sit down on the stool.
"It was good, thanks." I said, seeing that he pulled out a head of lettuce before placing it on the counter.
"I finished doing a general edit on all of the pictures we took at the wedding and began individually going through each one to make small adjustments if needed."
"I would love to see them at some point." He said as he ripped off pieces of lettuce, making sure to thoroughly clean them before placing it on a cutting board.
"Really?" I asked he looks up at me in interest.
"I remember watching you every second that you worked that day." He said, refocusing his attention to cutting the vegetables.
His words made my heart race a little. We haven't even spoken that much about what happened at the wedding. What I witnessed in that storage closet or the light bruise they saw on my arms.
"You even looked at the simplest things and saw them as worthy enough to take a picture. Moving into unnatural angles to shoot, just to end up capturing things as amazing as the sneak peeks I saw at Susan's."
"Thank you," I said to him as I was slightly surprised at how interested he actually seemed in my work.
Planning an event and taking pictures has always been an outlet for me and even though the wedding went immensely well, considering how little time we had to prepare, there are so many other things I have explored before, ones that bring a smile to my cheeks at the memory.
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