Dominic

Chapter 67 (Just revised)

Dominic

I didn't know if I should be scared, elated or a little bit of both when my mother whisked Camille away but I could tell and there was no doubt, my mom loved her and that was not an easy thing to accomplish.  I wasn't really a man whore but I did bring my fair share of girls around and they only wanted two things from me...money and my body.  

Camille was really different though, she seemed to want to be with me in spite of those things and she obviously didn't want me for my money as her business did well enough to give her the lifestyle she wanted; she simply wanted me for me and nothing more. 

 It still sent my mind crazy when I thought about, someone that wanted me, not my title or my money, just me.  I knew if I was a teacher or worked in the corporate world it would still be the same and I loved her for that more than I could admit to.

"Boss, happy birthday!" Carlo said pulling me into a hug.  We slapped each other's backs while I received the same commiserations from my other men and then we drank; ever since my dad passed away my mom always made sure to keep the good scotch around for me, so whenever I came over we could have a glass and talk about my father and how we both remembered him differently. 

 I could hear my mom and Camille coming back this way and had wondered what they were up to.  Camille always got this twinkle in her eye, like she knew a secret, but wasn't going to tell you what it was.  She had that same look now and my mind instinctively went straight into the gutter when it came to her; I couldn't get enough of her body.  She always gave it up so freely and willingly for me to do with what I pleased; she made me feel full, pleased and sated, in every way.  

She walked in followed by my mom and made her way straight to me as I grabbed her by the waist pulling her to me. 

"So" I started, loving how good her body felt against mine.  "What were you and my mom up to?"  I knew she wouldn't tell me but it would be fun trying.  

She stared up at me, I was becoming lost in her eyes, and said "Wouldn't you like to know?" and she winked.  Oh, tesoro, I thought, I will get you for that later and I would so enjoy ever mouthwatering moment.

It was getting close to midnight and I was ready to head home although everyone else seemed to still be going strong.  I liked seeing Camille interact with my family and it would seem that her and Dante had forged a special friendship, like brother and sister, and it pleased me to see them so willing to include her.  

Some families weren't so lucky when it comes to their queens but mine was by far a singularity, the mold was broken with her and there would never be another 'her'.  That's why I had to keep her safe at all costs, why my men would do the same.  Viktor was right, take my queen and you might as well finish me off.  I shook these dark and terrifying thoughts from my head and I stood and indicated that I was ready to leave.  

"Darling, I hope you had a magnificent birthday" my mom said hugging me. 

 "It was very special" I told her.  "Dinner, the cake and the company" I said stealing a look at Camille.  "Thank you" I told her, kissing her cheek.  "Make sure you keep Francis close, Mom and be careful when you go out, okay?" I said.  She nodded and said nothing.  After saying our goodbyes to my mom and Francis, we climbed into the vehicles and headed home.

I loved the feeling of Camille's head on my shoulder because it made it easier for me to take in the smell of her hair and it's almost like she knew I was thinking about her because she lifted her eyes to mine and in the softest of voices asked me if I had a good birthday. 

I stroked her face, taking in her beauty, and answered "It was better than I could have hoped for; you were the ultimate present."  I could feel her shudder from my words and her grasp tighten on my hand.  I kept thinking what an amazing woman she was, what she'd accomplished and what she would help me to accomplish and not even realize she had a hand in it.  

My mind drifted to having her in our bed and the anticipation of not having to use condoms anymore would be a welcome relief because I would just be able to sink into her any time I wanted and it would feel like heaven.  

I squirmed a little in the seat due to the growing erection in my jeans, which caused Camille to put her hand on my bulge. She squeezed lightly and whispered "Hold on baby.  I'm gonna take care of that for you."  I groaned softly at her words and couldn't wait for the house to come into view.

Finally pulling into the drive, while Camille went up to our room, I instructed the men on what would be expected for tomorrow and then told them to get some rest.  As I took the stairs two at a time, Camille's last words rang in my ears...when you get to our room, take off your shoes, socks, shirt and unfasten your jeans ONLY, leave them on and take a seat in the chair.  

God I couldn't even begin to imagine what she had in store for me now I thought as I slowly opened the door to flickering candlelight.  The atmosphere was thick with what she was going to do for me and to me and I couldn't wait.  

After I had complied with her wishes I sat down in the chair and only had to wait for just a moment before music started playing and I knew enough from Desideris that it was Britney Spears and as soon as her breathy little voice filled the air Camille came out of the bathroom dressed in the skimpiest, sexy pink lingerie I'd ever seen and her body was moving with the beat, her hips undulating and grinding towards me. 

I didn't think it was possible for my dick to get harder but it did, and painfully so and when that part of the song comes on that says Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me she was in my lap, grinding her sex into my groin and she was mouthing the words which was sexy as fuck.  When the song finally finished, she continued sitting in my lap, her gorgeous breasts heaving up and down, and I watched her reach behind her and unhook her corset, leaving it in place only by one hand, she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so she could feast on my neck.

What happened after that was an all night long session of making love, everywhere in the room, the floor, the dresser, the bed and we finally ended up in the bathroom.  I left her feeling thoroughly fucked and both of us worn out; I'd had a spectacular birthday and would never forget the night Camille became my private dancer.