MY LITTLE ARTIST

SEVENTEEN

Lauren

My heart pounded inside of my chest as Camila let go of my thighs to walk towards the door. I didn't want to challenge her demands as I really did find them attractive, but part of me couldn't let go of the fact that for the first time ever, somebody else was taking complete control

"Hurry up!" She spat as she left the room, her heels clapping along the hall while I bent down to grab for my bag. My cheeks were burning a blatant red, I could almost feel my blood rushing to keep them full of colour and it made me feel slightly weak

I locked up the classroom and made ways towards the parking lot where Camila was already stood beside my car. She was looking down into her phone with a smirk, I could only assume that Nova was receiving a quick update
about her success

"Keeping bestie in the loop?" I called out, unlocking the car with my thumb. She glanced up at me with a cocky glare "She doesn't have any friends, this is her only entertainment"

I rolled my eyes as I pulled open the door to slide quickly inside "So I have to come into work tomorrow with her knowing I got pounded?" I laughed "Really helps my authority stand point huh Camila"

She scoffed under her breath "If I can share my fantasy I will!" her tone darkened "Watching you go about your normal life, knowing what I did to you the night before?" She didn't say anything more except release a small but seductive moan

"So you like the silent control" I laughed, pulling out of the lot to begin the short drive home "I can't deny feeling the same about you"

She looked across at me with a now quiet but firm expression "Be honest" she began "Was there any part of you that wanted Tyler to know what you did to me?"

I thought about it for a moment, my brain swinging back and forth on the idea of letting that little shit know exactly how loud she screamed my name "Yeah, to a degree" I spoke back "Wouldn't do my job any favours but I guess him knowing would have peeled him away from you"

She shook her head with a laugh "I love that you're jealous, but I don't really understand why"

I raised my brows in thought, never really thinking about it until now while my thumbs fiddled anxiously against the the steering wheel in front "I guess the same reason you'd get jealous"

Her laugh was direct "Don't give me that shit! It's different!"

"Different how?" I gasped

"You sleep with a different girl every night! How, when you know your own game, could you be jealous of anyone touching your prizes" she spoke honestly, still clearly filled with power as she folded her arms to stare at me

I shrugged gently "I don't like people touching my shit?" I began "Besides, I never really see those girls after the show? I have to see you everyday! It's threatening to see what I took being taken by someone else"

"Your shit?" She smirked "Since when was I yours" my cheeks darkened again "I didn't mean it like that!" I defended "We're in agreement that for the time being, sex is something we're giving! While we're sharing orgasms and all that shit, I consider you my little project"

I switched off the engine as we parked beside the house, Camila's smirking grin now exiting the car to walk towards the front door "I don't belong to you" she laughed "But I'm happy to collaborate"

"We're in agreement then" I winked bluntly while striding to unlock the door, leading us both into the lounge. She placed her things down with a vacant energy, making herself at home before walking towards me with a smug smirk