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Then he fists my hair and hauls me up so I’m kneeling in front of him, vibrator still inside me. “Take me in your mouth. Now.” His dick is inches from my face. A white pearl glistens on the tip, giving away his arousal. “We can stay here all night with that big thing vibrating in your pussy, or you can take me in your mouth and suck down every last drop.” I should fight him like I’d planned, but instead, I fall into that trance that I always do when he issues a command.
I let him brutally force himself into my mouth, making me gag in the process. Landon hated the idea of oral sex, which was an enormous relief to me. I’ve always shied away from it, but now, the thought of Bastien getting serviced by that horrible brunette dances in front of me, and I begin sucking hard and swirling my tongue.
It might not have happened, but Bastien succeeded in planting the picture in my mind, where I allow it to eat away at me.
Thankfully, the vibrator distracts me, chasing away that horrible image. I squirm, struggling to concentrate. I have to be better than that brunette bitch could ever be. I have to. I suck and release, suck and release, pulsing and drawing him in deeper until he’s sliding right down my throat. I grab his shaft, a shockingly bold move for me. I grip tightly, moving up and down as he fucks my mouth.
“Oh, yes,” he groans. “Baby. Like that. Suck me like a dirty little whore, suck me so good…” When he says it like that, astonishingly, I don’t feel the sting of the insult. I’mhisdirty little whore. He wouldn’t make those noises for the brunette. I watched his expression while she was near, and his face was twisted into an expression of disgust. It still stabbed me right through the heart, though, seeing him allow another woman that close.
Stop thinking about it. It never happened.
I’m so weak when it comes to this man.
“God, yes. You… ohhh…” He strokes my hair gently, his fingers sliding through the strands the way he used to back in Lyon.
But the sensations from the vibrator threaten to overwhelm me. Intense vibrations are pulsing through my core, and I can’t concentrate on both his dick inside my mouth and what the vibrator is doing for me, and I start to cry from frustration. I have to be better for him.Oh God, oh God, oh God…
I let out a muffled scream as my climax crashes over me. I try to rear back, but he holds me in place as my whole body shudders with pleasure so intense it’s painful. I’m screaming around a mouthful of his dick. A white-hot tornado of sensation consumes me, and all of a sudden, there’s a thick salty-sweet liquid filling my mouth and pouring down my throat.
“Camille! Yes, yes, yes!”
Fierce triumph swells up inside me. I did that. I made him come.
I whimper with gratitude and relief as his hips jerk, and he slides out of my mouth. I reach back to pull out the vibrator, but he grabs my wrists and pins them.
“What did you just do, you dirty little whore? I want you to describe it.” He flashes me an evil grin.
“Please let me take it out! I’m too sensitive now… please.” The pleasure is painful, and I writhe on the bed.
“Say the words. Say the dirty, filthy words. I want to hear them coming out of your filthy little mouth.” He’s ruthless. His eyes gleam with dark pleasure, and I know he won’t give in.
I have no choice.
I can almost taste the soap that Daddy used to wash my mouth out with when I said “damn” that one time. Their disapproving faces swim in front of me. I start to panic. I don’t want to say bad words, it makes me feel filthy and wrong, but he won’t let go of me, and the pleasure inside me is turning into agony as the vibrator rubs against my raw, sensitive nerve endings.
“I… I sucked your… your cock,” I choke out, shamefaced. I never say that word. Only when he forces me to.
“And what else? Did you swallow something?”
“Your cum!” I cry out, trying to wrench my hands free.
“Very good, little slut. And where did I put the vibrator?”
“Inside me!” I won’t say it, I won’t. He starts squeezing my wrists so hard they hurt. “In my pussy!” I whimper. “You put the vibrator in my pussy!” He lets go of my wrists. I cry out with relief and pull the vibrator out.
He takes it from me, grinning in triumph. “There you go. Was that so hard?”
Furious and mortified, I flop down on the bed and turn my back to him.
“Your mouth is heaven, dirty little slut. You were born to suck cock,” he says as he walks away from the bed with the vibrator that’s soaked in my juices.
I don’t know if he means for the words to hurt me, but they don’t. They send a strange, forbidden thrill shivering through my inner core. I don’t have to be a good girl when I’m with him. I don’t have to be ashamed of my filthy fantasies because by taking control, he’s also taken the blame.
When he returns, he lies down with his back to me, and amazingly, I fall asleep pretty fast. I’ve barely slept in weeks because of Bastien’s campaign of terror, but now that I’m here in bed with him, I feel safer than I have in ages.
When I wake up a while later, Bastien has wrapped his arms around me in his sleep. I’m pressed up against his steel-hard body, and I feel thethud, thud, thudof his heart against my back. One of his legs is thrown over both of mine. My hand rests on his brawny arm. We’re entwined like lovers, not like a spider cocooning a fly in its web, not like two sparring animals who snarl and snap and search for a weak spot to rip open.
I lie that way for hours, not moving a muscle. I never want to get up. When I was young, this is what I imagined my life would be, up until that horrible day in the basement. I’d fall asleep every night wrapped up in Bastien’s loving arms, feeling warm and safe and cherished. Hypnotized by the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes so peacefully, I close my eyes and memorize the rhythm of his heartbeat.
