64. Crew
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
CREW
C amilla is effortlessly beautiful all the time.
When she wakes up, her hair is a mess, a tiny bit of drool is dried at the corner of her mouth, and she’s just as stunning as she is when she’s dressed to the nines.
But right now, taking her pleasure and punishing me for avoiding her, she’s a fucking goddess.
It’s easy to forget about our age gap when she’s like this. Hell, it’s easy to forget all the time, which is why Caleb’s words came as such a blow in the cemetery that night.
I’d been blind to my feelings for Camilla, even when it was selfish of me not to consider how our age gap will affect our future, if we can even have one.
She presses her fingers deep inside herself, and my eyes are glued to how her pussy stretches to accommodate them.
A small moan fills the room, and my gaze flicks up to her face. Her head is dropped back, her eyes closed as she takes what she needs from her own touch, and fuck me if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I never thought I’d be okay with being tied up like this, and there’s a part of my dominant nature that’s dying to break free from these binds and punish the little menace for this little stunt. But there’s also a part of me that’s reveling in watching her find her feet within her own sexuality, and if that means being tied to a chair and forced to watch her pleasure herself, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I will absolutely be punishing her for this, but that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying every second, even as my cock presses against my zipper uncomfortably.
“Oh god,” she murmurs as her eyes flick open and meet mine.
“Are you getting close, Camilla?” I ask, my voice thick with desire.
She nods and drags her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down on the plump flesh. She pulls her fingers free before immediately pressing them back inside her with a third finger added.
“You look so fucking pretty spread out on my desk like this,” I tell her. “Maybe as punishment for this little stunt, I’ll tie you to the desk while I work and tease you all day. Play with your pussy while I’m on calls, maybe clamp your nipples and play with them until you’re writhing and desperate, but never giving you what you want.”
A moan escapes her throat that tells me she likes that idea, and I can’t help but smirk. There aren’t many women that would get off on the thought of that, but Camilla isn’t like most women. “That would mean talking to me, so I guess it’s up to you how badly you want to play that punishment out.” She cocks a brow at me.
She’s playing me, and I’m walking straight into every trap she sets.
She increases the pace of her fingers and uses her thumb to rub her clit. The obscene sounds of her wetness around her fingers fill the room, and I’m lost in her. In her moans, in her whimpers, in every fucking move she makes.
I’m lost.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she whines, her hips lifting of their own accord as she chases her release.
“You going to come all over my desk, Little Menace? Are you going to soak it so it smells like you every time I sit here?” I force the question through gritted teeth. I’m so fucking desperate to taste her that my mouth is watering, and I’m struggling to think through a single coherent thought.
“Yes,” she pants. “Fuck yes.”
Her body trembles and her pussy pulses around her fingers, and then she falls.
A strangled cry fills the office as she rides out the orgasm she rewarded herself with, and I can’t tear my eyes off the wetness that drips down her fingers and thighs, straight onto the hard wood.
That’s it, I’m never cleaning this thing again.
Camilla’s chest heaves as she recovers from her release, and when her eyes pop open, they’re filled with satisfied determination.
Her fingers pull free of her wet heat, and she brings them to her lips, immediately slipping them into the wet paradise that is her mouth.
A soft moan fills the room as she cleans them before she climbs off the edge of the desk. She plucks Kovu’s shirt off the floor and tugs it over her head, covering herself from my gaze.
She moves in front of me, stepping between my spread knees and bringing her face down until her breath whispers across my cheeks, and I can almost taste her pussy on her luscious lips. “Until you can pull your head out of your ass, that’s as close as you’re getting to my naked body. I want this. I want you. But I have more self-respect than to chase someone who doesn’t want me.”
And with that, she turns on her heel and walks out, leaving me tied to my desk chair with an erection that has long passed being painful.
If anyone ever mistakes Camilla for a weak woman, they’re a fucking idiot.