Chapter 14 #2
“Good girl. I’m going to teach you a lesson, and then I’m going to claim what’s been mine for the last four years.”
So possessive. It’s so fucking hot. “Yes, Sir.” I don’t know what the lesson is, but I like the second part of the declaration.
Camden climbs off me, taking the covers to the foot of the bed as he does so.
I rise onto my elbows to watch as he stands next to the bed to remove his boxers. I try not to react, but it’s darn near impossible. Jeez. His cock is… Well, I have no frame of reference, but surely they aren’t all that large.
He opens the nightstand, grabs a condom, and rolls it onto his length. All the while, he watches me. When he’s done, he reaches into the nightstand again. This time, he produces a pair of pink fuzzy cuffs.
My breath hitches. I didn’t see this coming. But I rarely see anything coming with this man. He keeps me on my toes. I like it.
I’m not sure I like his smirk when he climbs between my legs and cuffs my wrists to the headboard without a word.
I am sure I like the way my body lights on fire as the second cuff snaps into place.
I’m not sure I like the way he’s laughing as if this is funny and he knows something I don’t.
I am sure I’m going to lose my mind when he slides his hands to my breasts and circles my nipples.
I arch my chest upward, bucking against him.
He lifts his hands off my chest. “Grab the headboard, naughty girl. Hold on to the rungs so the cuffs don’t bruise your wrists. If you let go of the rungs, I will punish you in a way you will not enjoy.” He lifts a brow.
I believe him. I’m starting to recognize the difference between when he’s teasingly threatening me with discipline and when he’s seriously going to punish me.
I may be pushing things too far because I don’t think I’m going to like it when he enforces a real punishment.
I grab the rungs above my head as though my life depends on it.
“Look at me.”
I lower my gaze to his.
“Good girl. Have you heard of edging?”
I gasp. The blood drains from my face.
He smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes. Have you ever touched yourself and then stopped right before you came to drag out your release?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.” That sounds awful. Why would I do that to myself?
“I’m going to teach you a lesson about edging so you’ll know one of the ways I will discipline you if you ever do something dangerous or reckless. Something that you know would give me heart palpitations.” He sets his palms lightly on my inner thighs, pressing them, spreading them wide.
I start panting. Wetness leaks out of me. It’s running down to my butt crack. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. “Daddy…”
He strokes my pussy lips. His gaze is on my face. He’s watching me.
I whimper and squirm. I’m not going to get out of this.
I’m embarrassed to be reacting so strongly to his threats.
He hasn’t even done anything yet. Except he has .
He’s cuffed me to the bed, and he’s holding me down.
He has also spoken to me in that tone that makes me hot.
And that doesn’t even include his words.
Promises to edge me? Holy fuck. I’m going to self-combust.
Daddy glides his thumbs over the sensitive skin a few inches from my pussy. “You’re so wet, Little one. I bet you need me to touch you.”
“Daddy…”
“Mmm.” He eases his hands closer and uses his pointers to pull the hood back from my clit. “What a greedy little pussy. Soaking wet. Dripping. Can you feel your arousal sliding down to coat your tight little bottom, Simone?”
I purse my lips, but I can’t stifle the moan that escapes them.
“Did you like it when I tongued your cunt earlier, Baby girl? What about when I pushed my finger into you?”
I buck against him again. He’s a big meanie. I can’t move, though. He has a firm grip on me, and he’s ready for my attempts.
I look down to see his cock bobbing between us. He’s so hard I can see a vein running up the center of his shaft through the condom. I don’t dare tell him what to do with that erection. I have no interest in making this worse.
He shifts his hands so that one is holding the hood away from my clit. He brings the other up to my breasts and circles one nipple without touching it.
I try to close my legs, but I can’t. He’s between them. His thighs are keeping my knees parted.
“I bet your nipples would like some attention, huh, naughty girl?”
“Please, Daddy.” I’m not opposed to begging if it will get me what I want.
Instead of touching my tight bud, he switches to the other one, circling it the same way, not touching where I most need it. His other hand keeps firm pressure on my pelvis, stopping me from lifting my hips.
My clit is pulsing. I’ve never felt this kind of desperation. It’s maddening and delicious at the same time.
Daddy removes his hands and plants them alongside my biceps, leaning over me.
“You’re lucky this time. I’m only giving you a taste of what edging is.
This time, I’m going to fuck you. I won’t give you what you want in the future when you’re so naughty you need an edging session to discipline you.
Spanking isn’t going to work with you, Baby girl. Edging will.”
My bottom lip is trembling. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
He bends over and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I’m so needy that I nearly come from the contact. He releases it with a pop and switches to the other. Both buds are wet and tingling when he’s done tormenting them.
“Are you ready for my cock, Simone?”
“Yes, Sir.” My words are breathy.
He reaches up to remove the cuffs from my wrists, braces himself with one palm on the bed, and uses his other hand to guide his cock to my slit. He drags the tip through my folds, teasing me.
“Please…” I continue to hold the rungs while I lift my hips, trying to get purchase but failing.
He releases his erection and thrusts two fingers into me.
I cry out. I’m so horny I’m going to come any second, even before he enters me.
“Don’t fight it, baby. I want you to come on my fingers first. It will help loosen your cunt.” He stretches me, scissoring wide.
My eyes roll back as I reach my orgasm. My body spasms around his fingers, and he fucks them in and out of me through the waves of pleasure.
I open my mouth to plead with him to fill me with his cock, but I don’t need to. He’s at my entrance before I can speak.
“Deep breath for me, Simone.”
I draw in as much oxygen as I can.
Camden holds my gaze as he thrusts into me.
I gasp. The stretch is tremendous. It burns. But it also feels…right. Like he’s inside me. Duh. He is inside me. And it makes me feel closer to him.
“Breathe out, baby.” His voice is clipped. “You need to take another one for me. Breathe through it. The pain will ease in a minute.”
I obey him, focusing on deep breaths in and out. Finally, I’m able to relax my pussy. I hadn’t realized I was gripping so much around him.
He releases a breath at the same time and smiles. “I thought you were going to strangle me. I didn’t know a woman could squeeze her cunt that tightly.” He holds himself aloft on his elbows and cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
He stares at me for a long time, not moving.
I’m overwhelmed with emotion. It’s like I’m overloaded, and it can’t get out.
I want to tell him I love him, but it doesn’t feel like the right time.
I don’t want him to mistake my feelings for something I just blurt out in the heat of the moment while I’m filled with his cock.
I should tell him out of the blue when there are no outside influences that might cause him not to find my words credible.
But there’s pent-up energy inside me. It needs release. If only he weren’t being so darn sweet, holding my gaze, touching me so gently, not moving his cock.
Shit . Tears stream out of my eyes. I can’t stop them. Ugh.
Camden’s brows furrow. “Am I hurting you, baby?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m… I’m j-just s-so happy.”
He lowers his face and kisses me sweetly. “My girl. She needs an orgasm while I’m spanking her, and she cries while I’m fucking her. How can I keep up with all these odd reactions?”
I sniffle.
He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t hold back, baby. If you need to cry, let it out.”
I suck back the tears, shaking my head.
“Simone…”
“Who c-cries while th-their man is m-making love to them?”
He shrugs. “It doesn’t matter who else does. What matters is that you do. I think it’s kind of beautiful. If you need to cry, cry. Especially if you’re happy. If you’re in pain, then I want to know.”
I shake my head. “I’m happy.” I swallow. I really do not want to keep crying right now. My clit is throbbing against the base of his cock. “Please… Do it again.”
Camden gives me another sweet kiss before easing almost out of me and back in. His face is tight. He’s holding back. I’m sure he needs to come. He’s probably needed to for hours. I would say days, but I suspect he has masturbated, even though he refused to let me touch myself.
“Again.”
He thrusts harder this time. Deeper.
The breath leaves my lungs. “Ohhh…” Holy hell. It feels so good.
“Yeah?”
“Camden…”
“More, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” My fingers hurt from squeezing the rungs of the headboard, and I release them and bring my hands to his shoulders. His muscles bulge. I love the feel of them under my fingertips.
He presses in and out of me.
My eyes roll back. “So good…”
He changes things up, sometimes thrusting hard, sometimes soft. He grinds against my clit on one pass and then barely enters me with the next. It’s maddening. I need to come.
I lift my hips, trying to get more contact with his pelvis, but he denies me until I’m moaning.
“That’s my good girl. Take what Daddy offers you. Don’t fight it. Let Daddy decide.”
For a moment, I buck and writhe. Fuck patience. I’m a greedy girl.
“Shhh.” His voice is soft and calm. “Submit to me, Simone.”
I can’t. I’m desperate.
He doesn’t move. His body is still. “Simone… Submit to Daddy.”
I fight against him for a few more seconds before giving in and dropping my ass onto the mattress. I dig into his biceps with my fingers, needing some outlet for my desperation.
Camden eases in and out a few times as languidly as possible before he thrusts deep and hard, grinding against me. “Now, Simone. Come.”
I do as I’m told, my pussy fluttering around his shaft as I find my release.
It’s not like any other orgasm I’ve ever had.
It’s so much more fulfilling with his giant cock inside me.
And he’s moving again, drawing out the waves of my pleasure before he stiffens deep inside me and groans so loudly I think the walls shake.
It’s hard for me to focus. My vision is swimming from my own orgasm, but I manage to blink enough to see the expression on my man’s face. Total bliss. He’s smiling around pursed lips, making me feel powerful.
I hope I see that a million times in my life.