37. Crew
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CREW
I ’ve imagined fucking Camilla in just about every position, on every surface, with any number of objects, but she really brings out the depravity in all of us, and let’s be honest, she takes every single thing in her stride. The fact I’m staring at Kovu’s handiwork on her ass and she doesn’t even seem that mad about it, I’d say it pretty much solidifies that she’s the perfect match for us.
I run my hands over her ass in soothing circles as I watch some of the tension fall from her shoulders. Taking away her sense of sight is more a lesson in trust than anything else, but there’s an element that makes me so fucking hard that she’s allowing us to play her body and handing her trust to us despite everything she knows about us.
Once the tension has melted away and she’s back to bobbing up and down on Bishop’s cock, I press a single finger to her puckered asshole and allow the lube to coat it before pressing forward until the digit is inside her to my knuckle.
Camilla’s body trembles beneath my touch, and a soft moan fills the otherwise quiet room as I begin pressing in and out, preparing her for the small plug I picked out for her.
The rooms at the Scarlet Lounge come equipped with almost every sex toy you could imagine, all brand new in their packaging, and that you can take home at the end of the night as part of your membership, and it really comes in handy to not be carrying everything here with you and home again.
Once she’s taking the first finger with no resistance, I withdraw it and quickly replace it with two lubed-up fingers at the same time Bishop drags Camilla off him.
“Fuck,” she moans, pressing back against my fingers until they slip deeper inside her.
“Fuck is right, love,” Bishop pants. “Your pretty mouth is fucking heaven.”
She looks up at him, and even though she can’t see him through the blindfold, I can tell she’s smiling up at him smugly.
Brat.
“Do you like my fingers in your ass, Little Menace?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Please.”
“Please, what, baby?” I press deeper and revel in the sharp intake of breath she drags in.
“I need more. Please, Crew,” she pleads with me, but instead I slap my free hand down on the cheek without Kovu’s artwork.
“Try again, Camilla.”
“Please, Daddy,” she cries out, and my cock pulses against the zipper of my pants. If I don’t get some relief soon, I’m worried my balls might actually start turning blue. I always thought that saying was bullshit, but now I realize how true it really is.
“Such a good girl for us, love.” Bishop runs his fingers through her hair as he hands me the plug and helps me to cover the bulbous head with lube.
I withdraw my fingers quickly and press the cool metal to her asshole, allowing her to catch her breath before I press it forward.
“Oh god,” she cries out, leaning her head against Bishop’s thigh.
“You’re doing so good, Camilla,” I tell her, using my free hand to stroke her hip. “Take a deep breath for me and then let it out. Let me fill your ass.”
She moans but does exactly as instructed, and I can’t help but feel a little smug about how easily she trusts us with her body despite everything we’ve put her through.
I press the plug deep as she exhales, and a small cry fills the room as it settles inside her. The pink jewel stares back at me and I grasp my cock through my slacks. Fuck, I need to get inside her, and we’ve barely just begun.
“Switch with me,” I force through gritted teeth.
Bishop lifts Camilla’s face to give her a gentle kiss and whisper soft praises to her while I cross the room to the small sink and wash my hands.
By the time I return, he’s climbing off the edge of the bed, and I quickly take his place. “I need your sassy mouth, Little Menace,” I grit out as I unzip my pants, and my cock almost slaps her in the face in its haste for freedom.
I reach for the blindfold and make quick work of untying it. I need to see her eyes while I fuck her throat. I need her tears while I take what I need from her.
She blinks a few times as the dim lighting in the room comes into focus, and when she looks up, at me I swear the heart I thought died twenty-three years ago when Bishop’s mother died in my arms swells to twice its size.
The trust, and dare I say love, staring back at me is so fucking beautiful I can barely breathe, and my cock weeps for relief.
“You gonna suck my cock, baby?” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her cheek gently.
She nods as she drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “Yes, Daddy.”
I groan and fist my hand in her hair, pulling her down until my cock is pressing against her pouty lips. “Good fucking girl,” I groan as she opens her lips and my cock slips inside her warm mouth.
She moans around me, and when I look over her shoulder, I see Bishop running his hands over her ass, careful not to disrupt the cuts Kovu carved into her skin. I should be madder about it. The last time he left lasting marks on one of the women we were seeing, she ran for the fucking hills. But if anything, I think Camilla likes the possession. She likes the confirmation that she belongs to us every bit as much as we belong to her.
I press her deeper, my hands resting on the back of her head to hold her where I need her, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough with her, and I don’t think it will matter how many times I fuck her or how many times I’ll have her in this very position, every time, I’ll grow more addicted.
Because Camilla De Marco is everything I never knew I needed, and there isn’t a chance in hell I’m ever letting her go.