For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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I put my foot down and manage to get us back to the apartment after only three orgasms from Camille.
Shock crosses her face as I pull the car to a stop in the underground parking lot. I give her an evil grin through the rearview mirror before climbing out of the car and walking over to her side.
Helping her out of the car, I bend down and swoop her over my shoulder, making her squeal as I land a slap on her ass.
"Put me down," she wriggles in my grip, making Josh and I chuckle as we walk into the elevator.
"Oh, we're not done yet, baby," Josh winks at her. She lets out a huff, making me smirk and slap her ass again.
The doors open to the apartment and I watch in glee as Gabriel and Zander's eyes snap to us, smirks spreading across their faces when they see Camille over my shoulder.
"How many?" Zander asks as he walks over to us.
"Only three," Josh feigns disappointment. Camille's eyes widen as I pass her to Zander, who cradles her in his arms. He smirks down at her as Gabriel tuts behind him, peering over Zander's shoulder to look at Camille. Her eyes dart between us all frantically.
"Wh-" she starts but is immediately shushed by Josh.
"Upstairs or in here?" I ask the other guys.
"Definitely here," Gabriel nods and Zander seems to agree, heading to the couch and all but throwing Camille onto it. She lands with a bounce, her cheer skirt riding up her legs to showcase her perfect thighs.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath as I stare down at her. Her eyes flicker to mine and she bites her lip as she scans my body.
"I just don't think three is going to cut it," I climb on top of her, settling between her legs and hovering over her, "We are meant to push you after all." She inhales sharply as I plant kisses on her cheek down to her neck. She shivers under her touch and I smirk against her skin.
"Teachers should make sure their students are achieving the very best results they can," Zander continues, crouching down next to her face. She turns to face him, giving me better access to her neck. I suck on a particularly sensitive part and she lets out a moan.
"So let's push you further, mon cœur," Gabriel says from over the back of the couch. He slides his hand into her hair and pulls her head back with it, making her squeal slightly at the force. She blushes, her skin becoming an addictive shade of pink.
Catching onto his wavelength, I begin to trail my kisses further down her body, bunching her cheer skirt at her waist before sliding my hand in between us. My fingers brush over her skin softly as I make my way to her clit, slowly teasing her with the pace.
Moving back up to her lips, I encapsulate her lips in a passionate kiss at the exact same time I land my fingers on her clit, circling it lightly. She moans into my mouth, making it hard for me to disguise my growing bulge against her hip.
Adding a bit more pressure, I release her from the kiss, moving my head to watch as she starts to pant. She tries to force her legs closed at the stimulation but my body stays between them, acting as a barrier to keep them open.
She wriggles under me as I start to increase the pressure, feeling her clit begin to pulse. Her eyes fall close and her mouth falls open as she circles her orgasm but I don't let her, pulling my hand away and climbing off her just before she can come.
"What?" she whines, making me involuntarily chuckle at her desperation after she tried to move away when I was pleasuring her.
"Patience, little one," Josh bends down to stroke her cheek as she sits up. She crosses her leg over the other and folds her arms against her chest, pouting in defiance up at us.
"Wipe that look off your face, Camille, or I'll put you over my knee right now," Zander glares down at her, displeased with her brattiness.
As if he doesn't love a brat.
She stays put, only her pout turns into a glare back at him. I take a seat on the armchair opposite the couch, folding my arms as I wait for the show she's just started.
"Camille," he warns, his voice dangerously low. She just sits back, her arms and legs still crossed as she keeps her eyes pinned on his.
"Make me," she bites out, raising her eyebrow slightly. Gabriel and Josh sit on the opposite end of the couch, making themselves comfortable.
We all know what's going to happen now.
She's asking for it.
"Right, that's it," he growls. Within an instant, he bends down and grabs her, swinging her over his shoulder and marching out of the room. Gabriel, Josh and I look to each other in confusion before standing up and following Zander to his bedroom.
He throws her on the bed and she looks up at him with wide eyes, before recovering her face to look unbothered and annoyed.
That won't work, darling.
"On your front," Zander commands, breaking the silent stand-off between them. She glares up at him, not moving an inch and he clenches his fists.
He's trying to restrain himself.
Deciding to step in, I move to the bed and flip her over, pinning her arms above her head before she can struggle.
"You should listen to him, little one," I whisper quietly in her ear, making her shiver. I smirk at her body's response to me. She looks to me with wide eyes, silently begging me to help.
Oh, Camille.
But this is how I'd want you to be too.
"Handcuffs, Gabriel?" I ask him over my shoulder, watching in glee as shock crosses her face.
He leaves the room and we all stay silent, letting her uncertainty increase. I hear a snigger in the background and look over my shoulder to see Josh licking his lips as he looks between her legs.
"She's dripping," he mouths to me, making me smirk.
Little one likes this, huh?
Gabriel returns, jingling the metal of the handcuffs in his hand so she can hear. Her body tenses as he dangles them down her hack before attaching them to her hands above her head.
"Tu est parfait," he murmurs as he plants a kiss on her back before stepping away. ("You are perfect")
"Still feeling cocky, sweetheart?" Zander asks as he traces his fingers up her leg. He pauses at the top of her thigh and she tries to squeeze her legs shut. Josh prises them apart and I brush her hair with my hand.
"Let the games begin," I smirk.
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I still feel like death but wanted to write so here I am <3
