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"I took her ass, princess. I wasn't nice about it. She wasn't nice to you, so why would I be?" I shrug. "Besides, she isn't the kind of woman who enjoys nice. She fucks half the husbands dropping their wives off here while they wait to make sure they add a good tip. And they do. I could tell she was about to come, and I hadn't decided if I wanted her to yet, so I slowed down. I knew you were going to take a while with Valentina. I asked her what she liked most about you. She said your mouth. You do have a very pretty mouth, Morgan," I add, my gaze dropping to her parted lips. "I rewarded her by rubbing her clit. She volunteered more. She said you have gorgeous eyes, and that your effortless flair is sexy. I asked her if she wanted to fuck you. She screamed that she did, Morgan. She'd love nothing more than to put her mouth between your legs and lick you out until you come. She wasverynice to you, in your absence, so I figured she could come. Do you approve?"
She's stunned that I've asked for her input, and unsure how to proceed."Are you asking me whether I think you should have made Anne come?"
I incline my head and wait.
"It's none of my business. That's between you and Anne."
"But it is your business. You were right there, between me and Anne, Morgan. At every moment, I asked myself what you'd prefer. I figured if you'd been in the room with us, you would have told me she'd made enough amends. Was I wrong?"
She doesn't know how to answer that, and I take pity on her.
"I made her come by rubbing one of her tits and her clit while I fucked her ass, hard. Anne was like, 'How about you, Camden?' but I didn't feel like coming inside her ass."
Morgan stared at me wordlessly.
Valentina walks in right then, dragging a gold carrier behind her.
"Let me, Valentina. Why didn't you ask Anne to help?"
"Oh, shush, it isn't heavy. And you've done a number on the poor girl, and she's out of sorts."
Morgan's visibly shocked, gleaning that Valentina realized that I fucked her employee,andthat my grandmother also guessed I'd tell Morgan about it.
Welcome to my world, princess. Come in. You fit right in.
"Now, pet, I know you won't want to try too many things today, as you're a little sore." She points to a black bag brimming with things already packed in red silk paper. "You'll take all of that home and try them when you can—remember, you can send anything back. I picked three dresses for tonight. Take your time, try them on and tell me what you think when you're done, yes?"
Morgan has a hard time concentrating, still shaken by my play-by-play. She clears her throat. "Yes, thank you, Valentina. Erm—in this bag, are there underwear? I don't have any on."A fresh flood of red flashes on her cheek.
"Yes, but you don't need any for the dresses, if you're comfortable bare." My grandmother's unruffled.
"I'd likeunderwear," she admits.
Valentina rifles through the bag and selects a set of black, seamless underwear—more practical than showy, no doubt because she doesn't want to distract from the dress. Then with a last air kiss, she's gone, leaving me with my princess, who apparently wasn't wearing fucking panties under her shorts.
There's a reason I fucked Anne's ass today. I’ve only played with my fist forweeks, and after making the deal with Morgan on Wednesday, I had to walk away, waiting until now to be able to collect my first day.But I can't actually collect properly.Not while she has bruises that her hurt at every moment.
I needed some respite. Anne's ass was a barely adequatesubstitute for what I truly wanted, but it took the edge off for a bit, though I purposely didn’t come with her. I figured I'd make Morgan give me a hand job later or something.
But she didn't wear fucking panties.
I pounce.
ChapterForty-Three
This isn't the Camden who fingered me in the staff bathroom, nor the one who licked me in his guest bed.
Camden now kisses me like he purchased me and can use me as he pleases. Which he did.
He backs me up against the wall, hand tightening around my throat, and his leg presses between mine, shooting tendrils of pain and arousal through my core. I moan and wince all at once.
His mouth opens and his tongue coaxes mine and burrows deep inside my mouth, practically fucking it.
The hand he's not choking my throat with slides none too gently against the sensitive skin of my torso, though it avoids the ribs and doesn't linger, aiming for the button of my denim shorts.
He doesn't break the kiss, so he can't see what he's doing, but his fingers make short work of opening, then eases my shorts down to my mid-thigh.
He lifts his leg, pressing it hard against my bare flesh.
