21. Camilla
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CAMILLA
Crew: Come to my office, Little Menace.
A slow smile tugs at my lips. Am I finally getting the punishment he keeps promising? To be fair, things have been pretty turbulent around here the last couple of weeks, so it shouldn’t come as a total surprise that he’s been too busy to enact whatever he has planned for me, but nervous anticipation swirls around my belly as I slip off the edge of my bed and head toward the stairs.
My bare feet quietly pad down the hallway toward his office, and just like all the others, I don’t bother knocking.
I step into the room expecting some kind of hint at what he has planned, but instead I find him sitting at his desk with his phone on speaker as he talks to someone.
I sigh. Damn. I really thought this was it, but instead he’s probably just wanting my opinion on something.
“Can you hold for a second, Christopher?” he asks, his eyes locked on me where I’m standing just inside the doorway wearing nothing but one of Kovu’s shirts, which has become my usual outfit when I’m just sitting around the compound.
He places the phone down on the desk and nods his head. “Come here, Camilla.”
I don’t hesitate to follow his order and move around the desk, coming to a stop between his parted thighs.
“Do you know why you’re here?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“It’s time for your punishment.”
My brows knit together in confusion as I flick my eyes to his discarded phone before falling back on him again.
“Take my cock out, Little Menace,” he orders.
With a deep breath, I do as he’s instructed, quickly undoing his belt and zipper. His cock pops out, and I smirk. I feel like when he ordered me not to wear underwear in the compound, he quietly agreed to do the same because he never seems to be wearing any.
“Are you wearing panties, Camilla?”
I shake my head slowly. “No, I’m not allowed to when I’m home.”
He chuckles. “It’s good to know you can follow my rules sometimes.”
I swallow my retort about this punishment having nothing to do with me not following his orders and everything to do with me showing him why he should stop avoiding me. Somehow, I think that will only land me in more hot water than I’m already in.
Crew’s fingers brush up my bare thighs, slowly pushing the shirt higher until he’s uncovered my bare pussy. He makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat. “Turn around and sit.”
I’m about to ask what he means when he takes it upon himself to move me how he wants me. He spins me so I’m facing away from him before pulling me onto his lap, impaling me on his hard cock.
A startled cry escapes my throat at the sudden intrusion with no warm-up, but the pain quickly morphs into a pleasurable stretch. I shift my hips, but he grasps me around the waist and holds me steady.
“No,” he growls. “You’re going to sit right there while I finish the calls I need to make. You’re not to move. You’re not to come. You’re not to make a sound.”
My eyes widen at the same time my treacherous pussy clenches around him, which earns me a rough chuckle.
“Mmm, my girl likes sitting on my cock, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Now be a good girl and take my phone off hold for me.”
I reach forward and do as he says, forcing my body to remain relaxed despite how desperately I want to move.
“Sorry about that, Christopher, I had to take another call,” Crew says evenly, as if he’s not currently buried deep inside me, as if he’s not affected by our position at all. He pulls me back so I’m pressed against his chest, and I relax into him as best I can.
“No worries, Crew. Now, I know you have other things on your mind, but I wanted to discuss the issues we’re experiencing with Davenport.”
I roll my eyes. Get in line, Knight, we’re all having issues with Davenport. He’s a goddamn nuisance, and when you add Caleb to the equation, it just makes matters even worse.
“Unfortunately, the show must go on, as they say.” Crew sighs, and I roll my eyes to myself. I can’t wait for the day Kovu is no longer playing dead so we can all stop pretending to be mourning him. Every time I’m forced to play the part of the grieving girlfriend, I’m reminded of just how much it hurt when I thought he was gone.
Christopher starts yapping about issues with shipments and how he thinks Davenport is the reason for the issues, but I stop listening after the first few minutes, instead allowing my body and mind to drift away.
Despite how my pussy aches for movement, having Crew’s cock lodged inside me is comforting in a way I never could have anticipated.
I’m dragged back to earth when rough fingers brush over my sensitive clit, and I almost squeal at the sudden stimulation but manage to catch the sound at the last second.
Crew’s expert fingers circle my clit as he replies to Christopher, not that I hear a single word he says. No, I’m completely lost in the way he plays my body like it’s his own personal instrument.
I bite down on my bottom lip, forcing myself to remain relaxed against him despite how desperately I want to move. He’s not going to let me, so any attempt is going to be useless.
His fingers press on the sensitive bundle of nerves hard enough to make me crazy but nowhere near hard enough to bring me to the edge, and that’s almost as frustrating as not being able to move.
The call with Christopher wraps up, and I breathe a sigh of relief when Crew presses a kiss to the side of my throat. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Camilla. Your pussy is clenching down on my dick so hard.”
“Good enough for you to make me come?” I ask hopefully.
He chuckles. “Not even close.” He reaches past me and picks up his phone, quickly scrolling through his contacts and making another call.
It’s going to be a long fucking afternoon if he’s going to keep this up.
Three phone calls later, and I’m an overstimulated mess.
My entire body is on fire from having him inside me without moving and his gentle ministrations of my aching clit.
He ends his call with someone I think works at the casino, and I allow a strangled moan to escape my throat, and I’m promptly rewarded with a sharp smack to my clit.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
“What did I tell you about being quiet?”
“I am,” I whine. “Please, Crew. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Would you have allowed me to touch you if I’d said the same thing last week?” he asks, and the memory of him tied to his chair as I pleasured myself in the middle of his desk makes me smirk. “Didn’t think so.”
“But that didn’t last anywhere near this long.”
“Maybe I’m just better at dishing out punishments than you are.”
“Crew, please. You’re being unfair.”
“What gave you the idea that I was a fair man, Camilla?”
A strangled sob rises up the back of my throat, and I don’t bother trying to mask it. I’m so frustrated. I’ve been on the verge of tears for the last half hour, and I don’t have it in me to swallow them anymore. “You were pulling away from me. I didn’t know what else to do.” I hiccup.
Crew’s arms tighten around me, and for a moment I think he’s going to give in, but then he returns his hand to between my legs, gently brushing his fingers over my aching clit.
“What would you have done if I did the same thing?” I snap. “Would you have just let me pull away? Or would you have done anything you could think of to make me see sense?” I desperately swipe at the tears falling against my cheeks.
“You already know the answer to that, Little Menace,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
“Exactly. So why should I be punished?” I cry.
“Because you know how much I love to push you to the edge of your limits.”
I huff out a strangled sigh as I push at his hand between my thighs. “I’ve had enough Crew. I can’t take this anymore. It’s too much.”
“Now who’s trying to run away?”
“Because you’re intentionally punishing me for something you yourself would have done.”
He doesn’t get the chance to respond before the door opens, and Kaos strolls into the room, staring at his phone.
He makes it almost to the desk before he finally looks up and takes in our position, and a slow smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
“Well, what do we have here?”