63. Camilla
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
CAMILLA
I ’m so on edge right now I can barely breathe.
I’ve never done anything like this before, and I don’t know where the hell I got the confidence to do it now, but the way Crew’s eyes flash with challenge when I tell him I’m going to punish him for avoiding me makes my stomach roll with anticipation.
I swallow heavily as I press three fingers inside myself, the feeling as familiar as it is foreign.
I’ve never played with myself like this. Not even close. But right now I’m acting like I know what the fuck I’m doing when I absolutely do not.
Crew repositions himself, his hand falling to the bulge in his slacks, but I quickly kick his hand away, earning me a glare.
“How does it feel to be neglected, Crew?” I raise a brow a moment before a moan slips from my throat. Fuck, this feels good. Too good. “How does it feel to not be allowed to have what you want because someone else thinks they know better than you?”
His eyes flash with regret, and I force my lips not to tug up in a triumphant smile. I knew it was going to take something big to get through to him, but I have to admit this feels a little easy.
The phone beside me vibrates across the desk, and his eyes flick to the screen at the same time mine do. Bishop’s name appears on the screen as we both stare at it for long seconds until the screen goes dark again.
It’s only when the phone lights up again that Crew reaches for it, muttering something about it being important.
He can do whatever the fuck he wants while I sit here and get myself off, as long as he remains in that seat watching me.
“Bishop, I’m busy right now.” His words are strained as I pull my fingers free and press them to my lips this time, earning me a deep rumble.
“What are you doing?” I hear Bishop ask. “Why do you sound like that?”
“Because I have a little brat in the middle of my desk, pleasuring herself, and she won’t let me touch,” he growls.
Bishop’s booming laugh fills the room, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. This week has been solemn, and even if they have been fucking me every chance they get, there’s none of the easy happiness we’ve found between the fires we keep putting out. “Put me on speaker.”
“No.”
“Do it,” I tell him as I swirl my fingers around my sensitive clit. My wetness is dripping all over Crew’s desk, and a part of me hopes he can’t get the smell out, and every time he sits here, he’s reminded of this very moment.
Crew does as he’s told, and Bishop’s voice comes out clearer now. “Are you being a bad girl, love?”
“No, Bishop. I’m just teaching Daddy Crew a lesson,” I tell him with a wicked smile he can’t see.
“I bet you are, love. Tell me, is your pussy wet from teasing him?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m dripping all over his desk.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “He deserves to have a taste of his own medicine for ignoring you this week, doesn’t he?”
I hold Crew’s eyes as they darken further, which only makes my smile grow. Bishop getting involved with this is even better than I expected. “Yes.”
“And he hurt you by distancing himself, didn’t he, love?”
“He did.” A moan slips from my throat as I increase the pressure on my clit. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up before I come, and when that happens, the fun and games will be over, and Crew will most definitely punish me for teasing him like this.
There’s silence for a moment, only the sound of Crew’s heavy breathing and my soft moans, before he suddenly moves forward, bringing his face up to meet mine, but holding my feet on his knees so I can’t escape. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Little Menace. That wasn’t my intention, I just thought you’d be better off if I did what we both knew what needed to happen.”
Bishop blows out a breath. “For a moment, I thought hell was freezing over and I had to check that pigs weren’t flying after that apology left your mouth, but then you fucked it up.”
“Fuck off. I didn’t ask you.” He reaches for the phone, but I move it away from him because if it’s just the two of us, there’s a risk of him saying something that could really hurt me, and after all we’ve been through recently, I don’t know if I can handle that.
“No, but he’s right,” I whisper, not trusting my voice not to crack under the emotion weighing down on me. “What you’ve been doing isn’t what I thought needed to happen. What I thought needed to happen was a conversation about what I want in the future and what you’re happy to be involved in. Because that’s how relationships work. That’s how adults communicate and work through things together, but instead you shut me out.” Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, and I blink them away before they can fall. I don’t want to cry right now. It’s not a part of the plan I made the second I sat down on the edge of the desk, and it’s not going to get us anywhere.
“Camilla—”
“You got any ties in your office, Crew?” Bishop asks, earning the phone a confused look.
“Yeah, in the drawer.”
“Tie him to the chair, love. Show him what he’s missing out on while he’s being an asshole.”
Crew stares at me for long seconds, and my stomach does a somersault at the idea of this powerful man being at my mercy. I’ve never thought about being in charge before, but I can see the appeal.
I slip off the edge of the desk and drop to my knees beside him, dragging the drawer open and immediately finding what I’m looking for.
The two ties are both black, presumably because they would go with whatever he’s wearing if he had to get out of the compound quickly.
“Little Menace,” Crew warns.
“Don’t let him give you that stare and then you back down,” Bishop says from the other end of the phone, and I force a breath into my lungs before reaching for Crew’s arm.
He stares at me for long seconds, and I think he’s going to say no, but then he sighs and gives it to me, allowing me to secure his wrist to the arm of the chair.
I repeat the process on the other arm, testing the knots to make sure he can’t escape too easily, but I’m well aware of the fact that if he wants to escape, he’s going to do just that, regardless of how well I’ve tied the knots.
“He’s secured,” I tell Bishop, and I’m rewarded with a chuckle from him and a growl from Crew.
“Fuck, I wish I was there to fuck you in front of him and then leave him high and dry.”
“From the look on his face right now, I don’t think he’d like that very much.” I smirk.
“You’d be right, Little Menace,” Crew rumbles as I push myself to my feet and take my place on the edge of the desk, lifting my feet back to rest on his knees again, giving him the perfect view of my wet pussy. I reach for the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and tug it over my head, leaving me completely bare for him. “Fuck,” he groans.
“As much as I would love to stay and listen to you torture him, I have to go. But expect a reward when we get home from the meeting later.”
I laugh. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Bye, love.”
The call ends, and there’s a heady silence that falls over us as we stare at one another, and then my hand drops.
Crew tracks my every move, his eyes burning with need as I circle my clit slowly, allowing myself to enjoy the moment and the power that I’ll so rarely wield when it comes to these men.
A moan escapes from my throat, and I lean back on my free hand, giving him a better view.
There’s a moment where self-consciousness threatens to take me out, but I refuse to lose this moment. If this is what it takes to get Crew out of his head and prove I want him for the long haul, it’s a small price to pay.
I dip my hand lower and press two fingers inside myself, and a growl fills the room.
“Why don’t you untie me, Camilla, and I’ll take care of that for you?” he bargains.
“I can take care of myself,” I remind him. “And if I’m remembering correctly, you’ve gone out of your way for almost a week to avoid taking care of me, so I think I’ll do this one solo.”
By the time this is over, he’ll see just how wrong he was.