Shots Fired ( Temporarily Stopped)

16. She's perfect

                        {||•Matthew•||}
I can't believe she agreed this morning. I honestly thought that she would be scared to the point where she wouldn't talk to me.

I just left her at home and I wish I never let her go. Shut up you idiot, she's your submissive nothing more. You aren't supposed to develop feelings, you're supposed to fuck,punish and enjoy, nothing more.

Her body is perfect...her ass is big enough for me to grab, and I loved how it turned red after just two spanks. Her flat toned stomach and tight waist makes her dainty  and makes me feel like a man. Her voluptuous tits and her perky nipples are enough to drive any man wild.
And she's all mine. Her lips a so soft that I could lose myself in just kissing her. Mind you, I never kiss any of my submissives, ever, it was just a rule I set down to ensure that they wouldn't become attached to me. But with Kamila, I want her to want me and be dependent on me, there's something about her that brings out my primal instincts and I can't help but want to protect her from anything.

That stupid guy at university better not try touching her again or so help me I will kill him. But I guess I have to give him some credit because his mistake gave me a chance to punish her sweet little pussy.
The drive home was quiet and there wasn't anybody on the roads. When I reached home Julia's car was there. Oh fuck, here we go again.
I get out of the car.
"Oh baby, you're home."
"Julia, I'm not your boyfriend or anything to you besides your lieutenant."
"Yes, sir, sorry sir."
She looks at me and bats her eyelashes. The slut is an ex submissive and one that I regret. Our contract lasted for three months because she was a pretty little thing when she first walked into the station. When our contract ended she continued to come back for more and I used her whenever I needed a good fuck. But now that I have Kamila, I don't want her or anybody else, neither do I want to fuck up what I have with Kamila. I roll my eyes at her slutish attempt.
"Go home Julia!"
"But, sir, " she lowers herself on the car bonnet, "I need you, I want you and I know you want me too."
"I don't Julia, just go home and leave me alone, I'll see you tomorrow at work."
"This is because of that whore that walked into the office the other day isn't."
Now she's done it. I walked up to her and grabbed her face.
"Don't you ever talk about her like that again, understood?" She nods her head in my grasp.
"And if you dare pull a stunt again like, I'll ensure that you get fired."
I let go of her face and walk towards my door, I opened it, walk inside and lock it.
I really do regret that relationship, dammit why am I so stupid.

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                        {||•Kamila•||}

I wake up the next morning to the sun shining right on my face.
"Good morning," I say to nobody. I then laugh and realise I'm alone. Sad I know right.
I pick out black sweats with a black hoodie and I head to the bathroom.
During my stripping to get into the shower, I notice the marks on my ass. Some of it is red and the rest are turning a purplish colour. I touch the marks and they hurt but for some reason, I like the pain they give off and think about how happy Matt would be to see his artwork.
Once I'm done in the shower, I change and put my hair into a loose bun and I apply some Chapstick, because for some reason my lips like to get dry.
Taylor is waiting in the kitchen for me and he's made breakfast.
"Thank you Taylor you didn't have to do this."
"Of course I did Miss, I knew you would be hungry and I was hungry too."
"You're a gem, also Taylor please call me Kamila, I'm not my aunty and I don't like titles." Well unless they're from Matt.
"Of course Kamila, I'm sorry."
"No problem, also do have spare keys to the house?"
"Yes, your aunty gave them to me, I hope you don't mind."
"No,no of course not , as long as the keys don't get lost or someone else gets a hold of it."
"I assure you that the keys are safe with me."
"Okey dokey then, lets eat."
Once we finish breakfast. We go outside and Taylor locks the door and we enter the car.
"Taylor, do you know anybody that cleans carpets."
"Ehhhh , I think the dry cleaners down town does."
"Thank you, I'll give them a call later."
The drive to the university was spent with me singing along to every song on the radio and Taylor joining inbetween.