Chapter 92: Pain Can Be Pleasure
Chapter 92: Pain Can Be Pleasure
Adriano
I can still feel Camilla's lips on mine even though we have spent the last hour driving back home from our little detour. Her hands are currently wrapped around around my waist and I swear the entire drive can only he described as pure torture in the most delicious way possible.
With every speed bump and sharp turn, she holds on tighter, unconsciously moving lower and lower to the hard-on she was very much responsible for. Just feeling her body against mine has my thoughts scanning over every plan I have for us tonight.
During our last group scene, I purposely asked my brothers not to punish her in the form of impact play because I don't want her to be sore for what I have planned for us tonight. Pulling into the parking garage of our mansion, I waited for her to step off the bike before I followed suit. She took her helmet off herself this time and I smirked at her who is currently drowning in my leather jacket. I figured she might want it for the wind but to be honest, I wanted to see the sight of her in it.
The two of us walk in comfortable silence, my hand guiding her to the elevator by her lower back. As the door slowly closes, the sexual tension in the air physically becomes more and more evident. The peaks of her nipples have hardened against her thin top and a faint flush has appeared across her skin. I have no doubt that my eyes have darkened as well and if my dick hardening isn't proof enough of my desire then I don't know what it is.
The ding sound indicates we have reached the third floor, something that seems to surprise her. I just realized that there is a lot to our mansion she has never explored before, including the tucked away elevator passage only a few steps from our playroom. I will be sure to give her a tour at some point soon but right now, all I want to do is get her undressed and tie her up.
Neither of us wants to wait to feel each other and it is clear in the fact we quickly find ourselves in the lit room, ready to start within seconds.
"Take off my shirt for me, princess." I said, truthfully just wanting to feel her hands on my body and see those beautiful eyes of hers up close.
A glint of light reflects off my ring on her finger and I find myself liking the sight of it a lot. I smirked at how flushed her face was as she slipped my shirt over my head, my head bowing a little to help her out. Dropping her eyes down, her hands slowly move along the planes of my chest, tracing over the swirl of tattoos I have there. My muscles flex everywhere her fingertips travel and I felt myself tighten as her hand began to cross the waistband of my pants. I stopped her though, tilting her head to look up at me.
"This is feeling a little unfair, princess." I teased, my eyes dropping down to the low-cut v-neck of her top, my leather jacket still draped on her much smaller body.
"I say, we need to even get the field."
Her eyes flash in anticipation as my own hands touch her body, teasingly slipping my fingers across her collarbone and over to her shoulder, the material of her top falling as a result. The sound of my jacket thuds as it hits the floor and her chest rising and falling deeper as her body evidently forces itself to be patient.
There is a high appeal of her presenting for me but holding her eyes as I undress her is arguably even better. Her arms lift for me when my hands dip under the bottom of her top, taking my time and allowing my thumbs to press against her nipples as I slide the fabric up and over her loose hair. I show no shame as eyes fall to the lacy bralette holding her breasts, giving me an eyeful of cleavage along with it. The buds seemed to harden further under my watch alone and when I met her gaze again, I saw nothing but pure desire waiting for me.
It wasn't planned but I couldn't stop myself as I moved in, pulling her waist to me and smashing my lips against hers. Her mouth parted for me to enter instantly and I took advantage of that to slip my hand around her back, unsnapping the clasp on her bra and guiding the straps down her arms.
The hard peaks of her nipples pressed against my chest, skin to skin and I swallow her gasp as she also swallows my moan when her fingers grip onto the roots of my hair. I can't wait to be inside her but there are so many other things I have planned first. Things that I know she is going to love. Grabbing her neck and pulling back slightly, I whispered against her lips.
"Finish undressing and braid your hair. Once you are done, you are going to come and stand in front of me."
She blinks once before she steps back, panting slightly as her fingers begin to make quick work on her pants and underwear. I make sure she knows that I am watching her, smiling to myself as she gets all flustered under my eyes. She holds my gaze as her hands part her hair into three sections, braiding it back into a simple tie.
It is so much easier like that and I love the way her baby hairs fall loose to frame her face the way they are now. Pulling down a set of handcuffs hanging by a chain from the ceiling, I watched her intrigued reaction as she stepped in front of me like I had ordered her to.
"Camilla?" I said, grabbing her attention from the restraints and down to my eyes.
"Arms up."
She automatically positions her hands inside of the cuffs for me, making my job quicker as I fasten the clasps on them. Rounding her slightly shaky body, I allowed two of my fingertips to remain against her soft skin as I loop around. Her legs are pressed tightly together, although I can still smell her arousal quickly filling the space around us and it was enough to get me high off her. Walking away with excitement coursing through my body, I heard the chains rattle as her head turned around to look at where I am going and I allowed it.
I allowed her to watch as I moved my hands across the rack of equipment close by, specifically stocked with things to administer unique forms of pain. I want to see how much my girl can not only handle but how much of it she will beg for.
Tracing my fingers slowly over the paddles, the whips and the cane, I allow my eyes to flick back up to her, noting how her thighs pressed tighter but her body tensed at what my hand was hovering over now.
"You are no longer allowed to look at me unless you are told otherwise." I said, doing this for the prime reason of building up her throughts.
I know she is scared, understandably so but I want to show her just how delightful pain can be. She will get the exact same rush when receiving my hits as I will be delivering them and once again this all boils down to trust.
Wrapping my hand around the handle of the black flogger, I remove the loop from the nail and familiarize the weight of it in my own palm. This wasn't the one her eyes caught on but it will achieve the same effect, just a little more equipped for getting her used to the sensation.
I am tempted to spend the next hour punishing her for not turning her head quick enough but I need her in the correct headspace right now especially since I know she easily falls into subspace during pain play. Just the thought of it has my dick hard and straining against the material of my pants.
Making sure to keep my steps audible, I take in every part of her body as goosebumps line her otherwise smooth skin. I know she wants to turn around to see what I have brought with me but she fights it, causing immense satisfaction to pass through my mind. I absolutely love this part of training when she finally starts to submit both consciously and unconsciously. Her body is aiming to please me without even knowing it. It is beautiful and has over half of the appeal of this lifestyle.
Walking until I am standing only a few inches away from her back, a dark smile forms on my face as she reacts to me being close, sharply inhaling as my warm breath fans over her shoulder and neck.
My head is angled slightly downwards to near her skin and it became a little bit foggy from the intoxicating smell of her arousal.
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