by Amy Brent
“I had a few margaritas, but I’m fine.” She tried to gather her dress around her as Brent lifted her and moved her towards the car as one of the men opened her door.
“Thank you,” Brent told him as he secured her inside with a dark look before going to his side of the car. He had revved the engine before he pulled out into traffic and she let her breath out. “How much did you have to drink?”
A few, I don’t know. I didn’t have to drive, and the guys kept buying them,” Cammy replied as he stopped at a light and turned to look at her.
“What guys?”
“Chloe invited them to sit down. I didn’t want them there.” They merged onto a freeway, and she felt Brent’s hand on her leg.
“Did you obey me?” His voice was quiet as she nodded.
“Yes, sir.” His hand slipped over her thigh and under her skirt as he touched her wet pussy with his fingers. “Oh fuck.”
“Bare and soaked. How long have you been like this?” Brent asked as he drove in the dark while his finger entered her.
“Since…I…messaged you,” Cammy replied as she spread her legs and dropped back into her seat.
“Did you get wet from me or did one of these guys make you this way?” Brent asked as she panted and felt him slide deeper.
“Only you. It will only ever be you,” Cammy told him as she felt him add another finger and start to manipulate her clit with his palm. “I want you, Brent. I want to fuck you so bad.” The alcohol was making her lose whatever inhibitions that she’d had, and all of the truths spilled out. They stopped at a light, and he continued to spread her open with his hand as he told her all of the things that he wanted to do to her as Cammy lost herself in a sloppy orgasm that dampened his hand and her dress. She curled up on the seat as he finished the drive to the house and felt herself sobering up with the realization of what she’d just done.
Brent pulled up into the garage and closed the door behind him. “Come inside,” he told her as Cammy blinked and followed him into the kitchen. “I am going to get some wine. I want you naked and on my bed waiting for me upstairs.”
“You do?” She asked as he nodded at her. Cammy gripped her purse, and she walked to the stairs on shaking legs before she walked up to the third floor. She’d wanted to be in control with this, but everything had come out in the car with her ridiculous pleas. Brent didn’t want a kid to tell him all of the awkward stuff that she wanted from him. He wanted a woman that did what she was told but wasn’t she that woman as she pushed open his bedroom door? Reality and fantasy blurred together as she moved to the bed and slid her clothes off. Everything felt too tight, and she dropped the dress and sweater to the floor before she remembered the underwear in her purse.
Cammy got them out and dropped them onto her pillow as she tried to remember a time when her mom was still here. The memories faded with every year, and now the room smelled like Brent as she dropped onto the pillows and took a deep breath. It was all Brent, and Cammy looked around to see a bachelor’s bedroom, complete with a huge television and king sized bed with warm brown paint on the walls.
The door opened again, and she looked as Brent walked in with a couple of glasses and set them on the table by the bed. “I want you to masturbate for me, Cammy.” She gulped and stared at him as he sipped from one of the glasses. She’d always wanted to do that for someone, not just anybody. She wanted to do it for Brent, and here he was asking her to. “Touch that dirty cunt for me. Make it spit for me again.” Her fingers slid between her legs as he took a seat at the end of the bed and watched carefully. This was a welcome sensation to her, but the idea of him watching her made it that much hotter as she stroked and touched herself before sliding some fingers inside. “How many times have you done that with me in mind?”
“So many.” Cammy keened as one of her most secret dreams came true and she came with him watching her. Cammy couldn’t stop touching herself, and she rubbed her clit fiercely as he watched to cum again. “Oh my God. I am so horny right now. I don’t want to stop cumming for you.” Cammy jerked as another explosion dampened her fingers and she gripped the sheet with her hand.
Brent dropped between her legs and held her hand in his as he dipped his tongue over her to lick her. “Honey. You taste like fucking honey.” He licked her again before drawing her clit into his mouth. “I want to lick you until you’re wet and begging for me to take your tight cunt. My cock is ready for you, Cammy.”
“Give it to me. Give me your cock. I need you to fuck me hard.” He shoved her legs apart and licked her thoroughly as he found every fold and taste of her juices. Brent spread his fingers over her nipples and spread her taste onto one before he started fucking her with his hand again and sucked it off with his teeth.
“Are you ready for me?” Brent asked, and she reached for him as she tugged at his shirt. Brent stood and dropped his clothes to the floor before he reached into the drawer of the nightstand. “I am getting you on something, we don’t need these. I need to feel you bare.”
“Are you safe?” Cammy asked as she watched him cover himself and look over her body.
“I always fuck without a condom, if I fuck at all. Sometimes I spank them and watch them come before I shoot all over their backs. It’s not always about sex but with you…I can’t wait any longer,” Brent told her before he moved to the bed and drew her feet to his shoulders. Cammy watched as he positioned himself before her, knowing that this was her first time at anything but awkward attempts at sex. “Are you a virgin, Cammy?”
“Not technically but I’ve never felt anything during sex before.” He slid forward and carved her open with his massive cock as she cried out.
“And now?” Cammy screamed that she felt everything as he buried himself inside of her and stilled so she could adjust. Brent pulled back and drove into her again, sometimes slowly and sometimes hard and fast. She knew that she was close, but Cammy tried to hold it until he gave his command and she watched as he smiled down at her. “That’s a good girl. You’re a natural, Cam.” Another deep thrust. “I am going to cum baby. I want you with me.” She was screaming his name when he pushed into her again and gripped her hip with one hand while he leaned on the other.
“Shit, you feel so good. So tight,” Brent moaned her name as he jerked into her one more time before he collapsed on the mattress. “You’re everything that I thought you would be, Cammy.”
CHAPTER 5
Brent offered her some wine after they’d relaxed for a while and asked if she was hungry. “I know that you ate, at least I hope you did.”
“I think we had some appetizers,” Cammy replied as she felt too heavy to move. Her body ached everywhere, but it was a pain that she never wanted to forget. It was a pain that she didn’t want to give up, and Cammy blinked as he kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll order some of the Thai that you like. They’re open late.” Brent reached over the bed to grab his phone and dial a number before he placed an order easily and hung up. He dropped beside her on the mattress and turned on the television as he too in her useless form. “Are you okay?”
Cammy moved to sit up and drink more wine before she forced herself to answer. “I’ve never felt like that. I’ve never cum like that or anything like that.” She looked up at him as he pushed her hair back with his hand. “What’s happening to me?” Her voice started to rise as he stroked her breast and nipple with one hand.
“I am teaching you how to give someone control. I am teaching you about the best sex that you could ever have,” Brent assured her as she stared at him with sad eyes, “I am giving you life, Cammy.”
She downed the wine, needing the intoxication to distract her from the overwhelming thoughts that she was having. Cammy knew that she was sinking to a dangerous level, but she talked herself out of being afraid as they ate on his bed with forks and more wine as they discussed the upcoming Stanley Cup Finals. Brent was always a sports fan, and Cammy had a close friend in school that was originally from Canada and had gotten
into hockey back then. She argued her point with the reigning West Coast team versus the east coast team as he laughed and shook his head.
Moments like this made him seem more like her stepfather that took her in and loved her, and the guilt started to set in. She dropped against the pillows and Brent took notice. “Are you okay?” He asked as she nodded and stared at him.
“I just remembered growing up with you after you met Mom. I always felt so welcomed by you.”
“You still are, just differently. We grew into something different.” Brent looked at her. “Did that feel good to you?”
“God, yes.”
“It only gets better,” Brent promised her as Cammy shuddered and curled her feet up to her chest. They watched some of the scores quietly before he took the leftovers downstairs and she settled back. This was a comfortable room, and she knew that she could sleep in here, sleep in his arms.
“Shit,” Cammy said as she sat up when he walked back into the room wearing his shorts that he’d slid on to go back and forth through the house. She blushed as she realized that he was there.
“What’s wrong?” Brent asked as she looked down at the floor.
“I just thought that Tasha works tomorrow. I should go to my room.”
“Tasha works at nine. She also works in the rest of the house and has been instructed not to bother us in our rooms.” Brent stared at her as her mouth fluttered open and closed.
“She can’t find out that we’re doing this.” Her eyes were wide, and he closed the door and dropped his shorts easily.
“Doing what?” Brent asked as he pressed her back onto the bed and kissed her stomach. “What are we doing?”
There were so many things that she could say, but Cammy only allowed one word to cross her lips. “Fucking. She can’t find out that we’re fucking.”
“She won’t.” Brent moved his lips over her neck as she gripped his body and pulled him closer. He took her on her knees this time, hard and deep as she cried out his name.
They slept after that and Cammy woke up at eight to sneak back into her room as she dragged the imaginary tail between her legs. She crawled into her bed in her light and airy room as she looked around. She didn’t want this anymore, and Cammy closed her eyes as she tugged the sheet up over her naked body. She wanted to think that this was just sex and control for him, but this would end badly when it finally came to a close. They couldn’t repair what had happened between them, and Cammy started to cry softly in bed before she drifted off to sleep for another couple of hours.
Cammy got up and showered before she dressed in some shorts and a tank top to go downstairs. She looked into the mirror for a long time as she braided her hair over her shoulder, taking in every detail. There were no marks on her skin, nothing showing what she was doing with him. There was nothing in her face or her eyes that she could see, but Cammy knew that she was different.
Her core ached as she walked, but it was a pain that she no longer knew how to live without. There was a pain in her heart that she knew would only grow stronger. “Hi. Tasha.” Cammy smiled at their assistant as she went into the kitchen and poured some coffee. “How was your weekend?”
“Great. We went to Santa Barbara to see Gene’s parents for the day.” Tasha scrubbed something in the floor before she looked up at Cammy. “Yours?”
“Relaxing. I went to have drinks with Chloe. That was fun.” Cammy smiled as she looked around the house. As large as it was, it sometimes felt like it was closing in on her.
“How fun. How is she?” Having worked for them for a while, Tasha knew most of her friends, and they all loved her.
“Good. Summer and all.” Tasha told her that Brent had gone into the office, and Cammy nodded as she pretended to look at something out of the window.
“He was on the way out of the door when I arrived. That seems late for him.” Tasha noted.
It was. “Is it? I don’t really pay attention to when he leaves.” Lies. She had before and she would now. “I just like sleeping in.” She preferred early classes when she was in school so she’d have time to study and get some rest for the following day. God but she was a boring person. She helped Tasha make some French toast for breakfast and drank some orange juice as they talked at the small table that looked over the backyard. Tasha was in a great mood, and she talked about the brunch they’d enjoyed as Cammy tried so hard to listen to her but she found herself tuning her out.
She dressed in a traditional pink one piece and jumped into the pool to try and bring herself to life. This area only reminded her of the first time with Brent and Cammy swam laps to try and work out everything that was brewing inside of her. She felt so hot and cold as she kept playing her new relationship over in her mind and went over the wrongs and the rights surrounding it.
Cammy dragged herself wrapped in a towel to one of the chaise lounges and curled up in the shade from a tree to take a nap. She was so tired and needed just to stop thinking for a moment.
She woke up later and rolled over to look over the yard. Cammy looked up to the window on the third floor and wondered if he was there as she spread her thighs apart slightly. How many times had he jerked off watching her? Cammy blushed as she thought about the bikini that she’d worn before when she wanted some sun, but there was a part of her that hoped he’d see her. He had and now look where they were. The afternoon dragged on, and Cammy sat up to go back inside as she thought about actually doing something for herself this summer. She should get a job just to get out of the house.
Brent was in the kitchen talking to Tasha as she walked inside and her breath caught in her throat. “Hi.”
“Hello, Cammy. Tasha was just telling me that there are some fresh salmon fillets in the drudge for dinner. Sound good?” His voice was casual as he kept his back to her and Cammy struggled not to stare at his ass. She knew all too well what it felt like to grab onto it, and her face heated up as she walked to the fridge to stick her head in it. She grabbed some water to make it seem like she should be there and felt him looking at her. “So, is the salmon fine?”
“Of course. I like salmon.” She smiled as she opened the water and took a drink.
He grilled after Tasha left and they ate outside as he looked Cammy over in her suit. She hadn’t changed for dinner because she liked the way that he looked at her now and then when it seemed like Tasha wasn’t paying them any attention. They cleaned up together, and Brent took her hand and led her to the door of the cellar as he gave her a long look. “Let’s try something new.”
He told her to undress and wait for him on the bed. She sensed his domination as she slipped the suit off and sat on the edge in a demure position and rested her hands on her legs as she stared at the dark hardwood floor. Brent walked towards her, and she didn’t look up as his muscular frame loomed before her. “You want me to dominate you. You want me to control your body, don’t you?”
Cammy nodded. She had no idea what that entailed, but she couldn’t wait to find out.
“Call me sir when you speak to me,” Brent told her in a soft but firm tone, and she nodded again. “We need a word that tells me to stop when you don’t like something.”
“Can’t we use that word? Stop?” Cammy asked as she looked into his eyes. She couldn’t imagine asking him to stop anything as they stared at each other. “I could say ‘Stop sir’ and you’ll know.” He cleared his throat as he loosened his pants.
“You could.” He swallowed as she looked at him. “I want you on your knees tonight on the bed. She moved to face the wall and lift her ass into the air as she watched him pull something from the sides of the bed. Brent tied her hands, giving her a little room but not enough to leave the bed. He stroked the skin of her ass gently as she moved towards him as best she could. “I am going to make this skin red tonight. I want to see how you take the pain.”
Cammy heard him leave her before one of the drawers opened and closed. “We’re going to do soft and hard.” He rubbed something over her back and ass as s
he sucked in her breath as he slipped a finger inside of her pussy. “I think you want this, Cammy.” She was soaked. He slid it deeper as he smacked the material against her ass and made it sting just enough to make her gasp. It reminded her of a towel against her body when she was younger and was hit as a kid by a friend. “Yeah, baby. You’re getting wetter for me.”
He hit her one, two and three more times as she jerked forward and buried her face in the soft red sheets of the silk comforter. It was a hint of pain, but she knew that there was more to come. The cloth was replaced by what she suspected was leather that dotted her ass as he smacked her a few times. “I love your red skin.” Brent slipped two fingers inside of her as she closed her eyes and rocked against him. She was so close to coming when he took his hand out and smacked her again. Cammy knew that she was red and possibly even wet before he held her by the hips and thrust inside of her. Brent took her hard and fast, and she pushed back against him even as her skin hurt and ached with the friction. “God, you’re so fucking ready for me, Cam. You’re so wet.” She came by the thirst thrust, exploding against him as she cried out with it and felt him take her in shorter movements before he was calling her name.
Brent pulled out and spread her legs as he fingered her to another orgasm. “I could watch this all day.”
He moved to release her hands and Cammy dropped onto the mattress on her back. Brent walked into the attached bathroom and walked towards her still hard as he leaned her head back over the edge of the mattress. Brent angled his body so his cock slid easily into her mouth and she closed her eyes as she took it all. He fucked her slow and deep as she let him slide back into her throat and swallowed when he came hard. Brent rocked back and fell on his ass as he looked at her and shook his head. “You’re something. You’ll take anything that I give you.”
“So far,” Cammy agreed as she wiped her mouth and flipped onto her side.
