Her expression turns shocked. “Sir?”
“I said with your teeth, one at a time.”
Her throat bobs and she grabs the pen off the desk with her teeth after struggling to get it twice, crawling toward me and handing it to me like the good little pet she is.
“Good girl. Now the paper.”
Her nostrils flare, but she does as she’s told, crawling back to the desk to get the paper and grabbing it with her teeth. When she returns, I take the paper from her mouth and pat her head like a dog.
“Well done, Camilla.”
Her eyes dilate at my praise, and she remains still, eagerly awaiting my next instruction. Add another aspect she loves, praise as well as degredation. The look in her eyes drives me wild as I set the paper down on my lap. “Now, I want you to take the pen in your hand and write what I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” She takes the pen from my hand.
“Place your other hand on my thigh,” I say.
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip as she places her left hand on my right thigh to steady herself and await my instruction.
“Write the following. I am a dirty little pain slut.”
Her cheeks redden as she writes the first sentence. My cock is hard beneath the paper on my lap.
“And I should learn to control myself and not climax while I’m being whipped.”
If I thought her cheeks couldn’t get redder, they do. But like the dutiful submissive she is, she does as she’s told and writes the next sentence, her hand trembling slightly as she does.
Our proximity is making it difficult to focus as I watch her sink her teeth into her bottom lip and gaze up at me, waiting for the next sentence.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, Morrone.”
“I’m thinking this is a weird as hell,” she mutters.
I grab her chin forcefully, digging my fingertips into her skin hard enough to hurt. “No lies. No fucking filter. Tell me the truth.”
“Sir?”
“What are you thinking in that dirty little mind of yours?” I ask again. “And don’t make me ask you again.”
She flutters her thick eyelashes before saying softly, “I’m thinking I’d like to see the bulge you are hiding in your pants underneath this paper.” Her eyes dip to my crotch, even while I’m holding her chin, which is indeed bulging and hard.
Camilla licks her lips, making my balls ache. Any resolve I had to control my urges shatters in an instant at the thought of her pouty lips wrapped around me as I slam my cock into her throat like an animal.
“Do you deserve that after being such a bad girl?”
She shakes her head and averts my gaze. “No, sir.”
I release her chin and throw the paper on the ground, grabbing the pen in her hand and chucking it on top.
“What are you—”
I grab her wrists and force her hands palm down on each of my thighs, close to my cock, but just far enough. “Don’t move your hands. Do you understand?”
She nods in response. “Yes, sir.”
“Today, your punishment will be to stay like that and watch while I jerk myself off.”
Her eyes go so wide they’re like saucers as she almost splutters. “Sir?”