38. Kaos
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
KAOS
C amilla is still distracted by my admission when Crew tugs at the hem of her sweater, and she raises her arms without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I force myself to stay in place at the foot of the bed. This is the first time in a long time that we’re all going to share like this, and I know better than to get in Crew’s way.
Bishop steps forward and unbuttons her jeans, making quick work of tugging her boots from her feet and the denim from her shapely legs.
In a matter of a few seconds, she’s stripped down to nothing but a deep red lace panty and bra set, and I groan at the sight.
How the fuck did we get so lucky?
She drags her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes run over each of us. “I’m at a disadvantage here,” she says softly.
Crew chuckles behind her and gives us a nod, which we all immediately take as time to get out of our own clothes.
I tug my T-shirt over my head and discard it across the room before shoving my sweatpants down until they pool on the floor at my feet. I take my hard cock in my hand and give it a few rough tugs, already desperate to get inside her perfect body.
Camilla tracks every move I make with mischief in her eyes, but she doesn’t speak, instead waiting for Crew to tell her what to do.
He takes a step back from her and disposes of his own clothes before he tugs her back against his naked body. “Are you going to do everything we say, Little Menace?”
“Yes.” She nods without hesitation.
“So eager.” He chuckles as his gaze flicks up to meet ours. “Bishop, sit in the chair in the corner.”
He shoots him a look but doesn’t argue as he crosses the room to the chair we brought up from her old room. I’m not sure what made us do it, but the soft gray fits in here seamlessly.
Bishop drops into the seat, and his arms fall to the arms of the chair.
Crew whispers something against the shell of Camilla’s ear, and she looks up at him in surprise before a smirk tugs at the corners of her lips.
Without a word, she moves across the room until she’s standing in front of Bishop with a sweet smile. She leans down until her face is level with his, and then she drops her hand in between the cushion and the arm.
When she pulls her hand back, she’s holding two ties, and I can’t swallow my laugh before it escapes. Oh fuck, this is going to be good.
“What are you doing with that, love?” Bishop asks, his eyes locked on the silk in her hands.
“Apparently it’s time for your punishment, seeing as I took mine so well,” she tells him as she takes his wrist and wraps one of the ties around it.
A laugh bursts from Kovu at the same time Bishop opens his mouth to argue but quickly snaps it shut again.
I move slightly so I can watch as Camilla secures both wrists to rings I don’t think have always been attached to the arms of that chair. Crew was prepared for this moment.
Once she’s finished, she looks over her shoulder and waits for instruction.
“This isn’t fair,” Bishop grumbles.
“But it was okay when she did it to me?” Crew asks.
“You were being an asshole to her, you deserved it.”
Camilla nods. “He has a point.”
Crew gives her a pointed look. “Watch it, Little Menace, I can always give you another punishment.”
She clamps her lips shut, but there’s the ghost of a smile on the pouty pillows.
Crew nods at me. “I think our girl deserves a reward, don’t you?”
I step toward them without hesitation, taking in the way Camilla straddles Bishop’s knees, leaving her perfect pink pussy on display beneath the red lace that does little to cover her. “I think so,” I murmur as I drop to my knees in front of them.
Moving the lace to the side, I lean forward and run my tongue through her already soaking wet folds and groan as her taste assaults me. Fuck, she really is my favorite treat. “So wet for us already, Princess,” I mumble against her pussy, not willing to pull away.
Camilla moans, her hips shifting to allow me better access without having Bishop’s cock anywhere near my face. “How could I not be when the four of you are naked and you just gave me the bedroom of my dreams?”
Crew chuckles as he moves closer, but I’m too lost in our girl to take any notice of him. “Look at how much he loves your perfect cunt, Camilla. Do you like us on our knees for you?”
She nods. “Yes, fuck yes.” Her hips shift desperately as I press the flat side of my tongue against her swollen clit. “I need more. Please. More.”
“Such a needy little lamb.” Kovu moves to the other side of the chair and grasps her chin between his fingers. “Are you going to come all over Kaos’s face?”
Camilla nods. “Just a little more.”
Without lifting my lips from where they’re secured to her pussy, I press two fingers against her entrance, and we moan in unison as she swallows them, her muscles fluttering around the digits.
“I heard a rumor you squirted, love,” Bishop grinds out, the ties pulled tight as he tries and fails to break free. “Do you think we can repeat that?”
Her body trembles over his, and I use my spare hand to hold her steady as I double my efforts with my fingers and tongue.
“I’d also like a replay of that,” Kovu says from beside us.
“What do you say, Little Menace? Should we give them a show?”