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I loathe this fucking tape, a reminder of the night that changed everything.
“Please, stop it, Camden,” I beg, my eyes still shut.
I can hear every sound. Every grunt and moan, every time I begged.
“Why?”
My lower lip is trembling.
“Please, Camden,” I beg on the screen, sultry, needy.
I know what I was asking for at the time.
“Tell me why you hate watching it, and I’ll stop it. Promise.”
I can’t tell him. He’ll use it against me. Instead, I sniffle, turning my head to the side.
I hear him get up from the sofa and approach me. My eyes fly open.
Camden has shed his swimming trunks and now wears nothing at all, except for the ring on a chain around his throat. It occurs to me that it’s the first time I’m seeing him bare, in his whole glory. It’s a sight to behold, every single one of his tight, lean muscles on display. He’s so perfect, it’s not even fair. One fist tight over his hard cock, he crosses the room to loom over my bound, helpless body.
“You shouldn’t have worn panties,” he tells me. “I would have been kinder.”
“You wouldn’t know what kindness is if it hit you in the face.”
He chuckles as he lifts the hem of my dress over my chest, exposing my lower half.
“Kindness would have been sliding inside you and making you come. It wouldn’t have been hard, horny as your slutty little cunt must be after watching this. But you had to see how far you could push me, didn’t you, princess? Forever testing the extent of your leash.”
He lets go of his cock and brings his hand in between my legs, right against my pink cotton panties.
His touch is soft, fleeting, but my hypersensitive flesh burns under it, sending tendrils of heat all the way down my legs and deep inside my core. I whimper.
“My pretty princess is desperate to get fucked, isn’t she?” he muses.
I close my eyes, shutting myself away from that reality, away from the porno still playing in the background, where my eager mouth moves over his cock.
“You’ll get what you want, sweet. I haven’t had any relief since last week. Though Skylar’s cunt was perfect.”
“Fuck you,” I grit between my teeth.
Camden only snickers. “Such a jealous little princess.” Camden’s hands caress the length of my body languorously, taking his time, never lingering where I need them.
“In your dreams.”
To my frustration, when the porno ends on the screen, it only starts again from the beginning. He set it up to play on a loop.
Fucking asshole.
The second time around, I don’t feel any panic when I inadvertently catch glimpses, but it’s worse, because now that the fear and anger have receded, I have an even harder time denying the other way the recording makes me feel.
Horny. Fucking desperate for his hand to stop teasing me and slide inside me.
Never mind his hand. I want the cock standing at attention right there to slam home. But Camden only grazes, and strokes, and skims along the edge of my clothing. My dress’s bundled up right over my chest, but he hasn’t so much as moved the fabric of my underwear aside. I shouldn’t have worn them, damn him. If I hadn’t, he might have spared me. Then again, he might not. He likes torturing me far too much.
“Please,” I beg.
I don’t know how long he’s touched me like this, gentle, soft, barely even lingering over my erogenous zones. It feels like a lifetime.
