Her eyes widen and she gasps in surprise. “Sir, I…” She’s speechless as she doesn’t finish her sentence, and to be honest, I don’t blame her. I’ve lost control and I’m on the edge of snapping and showing her the true monster she’s toying with. All the dark and dirty secrets I harbor deep within.
“What, Camilla?” I search her honey brown eyes. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
Her throat bobs, and then she shakes her head. “You’re not wrong.”
“Then how can I punish you when you take pleasure from pain and degredation?”
She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around her as if they’ll protect her from me. “I don’t know, sir.”
My jaw clenches and I have to remind myself that I’m dealing with a virgin. An innocent, young girl who couldn’t imagine how depraved I really am, even if she let her mind run wild. I release her chin, pacing away from her to put some distance between us and get control over my urges. If I’m not careful, this could spiral out of control.
“How about denial?” I ask, glancing at her over my shoulder. “Or do you like that too?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know what it is, sir.”
My cock throbs harder every time she calls me sir. “On your hand and knees, Morrone.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t understand.”
“Now,” I snap.
Camilla drops to her hands and knees for me in a hurry, eye dilated with both fear and excitement. In that moment, with her on all fours in front of me and her eyes trained on my face again, I feel like a God. I wish that she was wearing her sports kit like the day I took her into my basement, as the SA uniform for the girls is too conservative.
The skirt is too long, and she has her shirt buttoned almost all the way up, and yet she still looks as sexy as sin. I pull my desk chair around to the other side of the desk and sit with my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at her as she gazes up at me through those thick, dark lashes. Her confidence waning with each silent second that ticks past.
“Are you going to treat me like a pet again, sir?” she finally asks, her tongue darting out over her thick, pink lips.
“Something like that.” I narrow my eyes. “You are going to do as you’re told. Do you understand?”
She swallows thickly and then breaks my gaze, unable to hold it any longer. “Yes, sir.”
I clear my throat. “Now crawl toward me like the other day.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she arches a brow. “Why?”
“No questions,” I growl.
Her face pales at the tone of my voice. I’m on edge. The beast inside of me fighting to break free.
She slowly and sensuously crawls toward me with her eyes fixed on my face. Even when she’s scared and uncertain, the girl just oozes pure sex appeal. It makes it very hard to organize my chaotic thoughts and keep my mind out of the gutter. The things I want to do to her should be illegal. In fact, they may be.
It’s not the morals of it that are holding me back, as I hardly have any. My other colleagues don’t give a shit about fucking students, and neither do I. To be honest, until now I’ve never really wanted to. The thing holding me back is that Camilla is a virgin and innocent and likely to become attached if our relationship took a sexual turn. She’s hoping that an outcome like Eva and Oak have achieved is possible, and I could never give her that.
Once she’s a couple of feet away from me, she stops and gazes into my eyes.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
Her nostrils flare and she continues until her head is between my calves and she can’t move any further. Camilla keeps her eyes forward, no longer holding my gaze.
“Look at me,” I order.
She cranes her neck awkwardly to meet my gaze, and the desire in her eyes makes my cock stir. A natural born masochist that loves degredation. She’s too damn perfect. “Now fetch me a pen and paper from my desk.” I nod toward the desk behind me, knowing I need to approach this carefully.
Her expression turns irritated, but she does as she’s told, crawling on all fours to get the pen and paper I left out on the top.
She’s about to reach up and grab the items off the desk.
“With your teeth,” I instruct.