A language he understands part1

A large, muscular, strong guy stepped through the door as it banged shut. Camila turned to see who would walk into her office without knocking. Even though Liam normally knocks.

“Are you so accustomed to prostitution that you don’t even dress up when you’re at home?” Camila was a tenacious lady. She feigned as if she hadn’t heard him say anything. She gave him a big grin. Camila had never grinned that broadly before.
“What a lovely surprise, Stopher. What exactly are you doing in my office?” Chris couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. His expression became solemn.

“Where did you go today?” Camila was taken aback by the guy in front of her. He has never asked about her whereabouts in all the months they have been together. Why was he asking her today?

“Since when, Mr. Grayston, have we started asking each other such questions? How is my whereabouts significant to you?”

His demeanor turned to one of frigid coldness right in front of her. Camila’s neck was forcibly strangled and her body was held against the wall by the man. His gaze was as sharp as a sword.

“You are continually putting my patience to the test, Camile. How did you spend your day?”

Camila’s cheeks became bright crimson as she was choking. The man tightened his grip even more, but the girl only grinned at him, as if she didn’t mind being strangled. Camila didn’t feel like defending herself today. She was thinking about how she was going to make this man suffer while she was being choked. She closed her eyes and grinned. Tears flowed down her cheeks, yet her lips made a scoffing sound. The man was taken aback when he heard the scoff. He began to wonder whether his wife was as wicked as he was. He let go of his grasp and regained his equilibrium. His tone of speaking remained cold and forceful.

“Choose nicer spots to fuck if you want to go fuck. Do you understand?” But the young lady strutted in front of him, pouring herself more wine.

“I had no idea, Mr. Grayston was so invested in my life. Has your life begun to bore you, Mr. Grayston, that you now, look at my every movement?”

The guy was deafeningly silent. The girl was young, but she had a razor-sharp tongue. Chris stared at her as she walked up to the window where she had been before. She drank her wine and gave him a frosty glare. Suddenly, he felt like banging her till she fainted. She was testing his patience and the only way to punish her was to bang her non-stop till his cock came out of her mouth. She stared at him and continued,

“Make sure that the next time you send someone to follow me, they join the bash. The more, the merrier. I wouldn’t mind fucking him too.”

Christopher didn’t know when he grabbed her neck again, but she didn’t act innocent this time. She also gripped his neck. They had each other’s necks clenched, but the man let go of her neck. She continued to seize his own and challenged him.

Camila went to the club for other reasons, but now that she realized Chris was tailing her, she grinned. She had no intention of utilizing the club but reasoned that since Chris now knew. She should start behaving like the slut he imagined her to be. She grasped his dick with her teeth gritted and squeezed it firmly, without blinking and gazing up at his face due to his height, Chris had to bend down to her level with his veins popping out from his face, evident that he was in pain.

“Camile!!!” Chris screamed.

Then there was a slight knock at the door. Camila knew it was her son.

“Baby, come on in!”

She then let go of his cock. The guy stood upright, without indicating that he was in agony, with a sigh. Today’s discomfort was not as excruciating as it had been before. Camila was well aware that Chris would never sleep with her and that she would never fawn over him. What she needed was to teach him a lesson.

“I believe Mr. Grayston should thank his son for coming to his aide.” She said with a smile on her face but the smile disappeared immediately, “Don’t mess with me, Christopher Grayston. I am more than capable of getting you to bow before me. I will squeeze your balls. You have no idea what I am capable of and what the hell I might do to your senseless cock.” Her frigid expression was replaced with a smile as though she wasn’t throwing daggers at Chris a minute before Liam walked in.

“Can we go swimming, Mommy?”

“Yes, mi Cielito, go change your clothes. Mommy is ready for a swim with her best boy.” She smiled so genuinely while talking to Liam, “Alright, Mommy will meet you outside.”

She kissed the young man. Liam then departed, leaving only the two of them. Christopher Grayston couldn’t believe it when he saw how a 21-year-old could swap expressions in the blink of an eye.

*Did I marry a demon-like myself? He thought to himself*.

Since the day he brought her home, he had been asking himself this question. Camila had an hourglass figure. Her body was that of a supermodel, with the proper amount of curves. She then got up gracefully. The man was a whore. For a while, he forgot she was young and stared at her with lustful stares, and his dick started throbbing in his pants. He rushed outside, and Camila gave out a sinister chuckle. She laughed so hard, knowing what he was running away from.

Meanwhile, Chris couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to him.

*What exactly is this? This girl is the very embodiment of the devil. What was that? What’s the deal with my cock throbbing? Something is wrong. Why am I letting this girl harass me in my own house? Something isn’t right with me. Why did I want to screw her as she was bending over the desk? At the very least, I still have self-control. He thought to himself.*