~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Camila's Point Of View
The cool tile against my bare skin sent a shiver down my spine, the feeling was a contrast to the fire already burning low in my belly.
My hair, a dark curtain, fell around me as I knelt, vulnerable and exposed, before the door.
The anticipation was a physical ache, a desperate need that clawed at me, a need I fought to control with every fiber of my being.
Each breath was a ragged gasp, each thought a searing image of his touch, his taste, his power over me.
The click of the lock was a gunshot, shattering the fragile calm. His footsteps, heavy and deliberate, filled the room, each thud echoing in my pounding heart.
"You're such an obedient whore, you want to please me, huh?" His voice, a low growl, sent tremors through me.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, the words a choked plea. "I'm such a good whore for you. I just want to please you."
"Squat," he commanded. My legs trembled even before I obeyed, already anticipating the exquisite agony to come.
"Camila, this is your first time. When it hurts, use your safe word, clear?"
"Crystal, sir," I choked out.
He knelt before me, his large arm encircling my breasts, the rough pressure sending a moan escaping my lips.
His other hand found my hips, a firm anchor against the trembling in my legs. His thumb and forefinger rolled over my hardened nipples, a torturous pleasure that stole my breath.
"Fuck!" The moan ripped from me, raw and unrestrained.
My legs buckled under the intense pleasure. His hand slid down my back, settling on my ass, his touch igniting a fire that spread through my entire body.
My back arched involuntarily, desperate for more.
"Do you like what I'm doing?" He rasped, his breath hot against my ear.
"Ye.. ye... yes... fuck!" Another scream tore through me when he pinched my nipple.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the sound, but the pleasure was overwhelming.
His hand moved lower, finding the slick heat between my legs. His fingers began to circle, teasing my clitoris.
"Luciano... fuck!" My moan was louder this time, a primal cry of pleasure. My head fell back, resting against his shoulder.
The exquisite torture was unbearable, heavenly.
The vibration from his touch pulsed through me, making my legs quiver until my ankles screamed in protest from the strain.
