“Calm down before you pass the fuck out again!” He shouted. I could definitely feel the threat of me passing out, but I didn’t care. I was tired of all the lies and deception. Even the ones I was voluntarily a part of. I had so much aggression pent up inside of me and it was pouring out in waves.
Emmanuel struggled with me all over his office, trying to subdue me without hurting me. “Camilla!” He barked so loud my ears rang for a minute. I paused in my thrashing finally and he stood firm, holding me in place. “I’m tired of your shit!” He roared. In one swoop he pushed me over his desk and yanked off his belt. I thought he was going to fuck the shit out of me, but he didn’t.
Slap! His belt collided with my flesh and I screamed out in pain and pleasure.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“You don’t run shit around here.” He told me in between lashes. “I do!” He boomed after another slap landed on my ass. “And I control you too. You understand me?” My ass was stinging so bad the lines blurred between pain and pleasure. I drifted in and out of each sensation like I was floating. “I said do you understand me!” Another smack.
“Yes!” I cried.
“Then act like it!” He gave me one more, good slap on my ass then he stopped.
“That hurt, Emmanuel.” I whimpered. I wasn’t putting on either. That shit stung like a motherfucker. My skin was on fire from the beating he unleashed. I didn’t even want to stand upright for fear of the pain worsening. My pain didn’t sway Emmanuel. He was pleased by it.
“Good. It wasn’t supposed to feel nice.” He explained gruffly. “You needed your ass beat, and I know how you like it.”
“I didn’t like it that time.” My voice wobbled.
“Oh, you didn’t?” He walked over to me and I trembled, scared he would spank me again. Instead, I felt his warm hand cup my tender behind. The sensation spread spikes of pain across the surface of my flesh, and I swallowed back a yelp. “I think you liked it. Because I know how nasty you are. I know how much you crave pain and control.” His fingers entered me from behind and I let out a gasp. When he pulled them out, he showed me how wet I was. My juices were dripping from his fingertips. “Just like I thought, Camilla.” He growled in my ear. “Your pussy is soaking wet.”
I let a sob escape my mouth because I hated how my body betrayed me. I wanted to walk out of his office pissed that he spanked me like a fucking child, but I couldn’t. The part of me that liked it overruled the part that felt offended. My heart rate quickened.
“And now you want me to fuck you. Don’t you?” He pressed his hard dick against my sore ass.
“Fuck you, Emmanuel.” I cursed angrily.
“You want me to fuck you. Don’t you?” His voice grew louder and I clenched my teeth in response. I knew I was being defiant, but screw that he didn’t need to control everything all the time.
Emmanuel grabbed a fist full of my hair and stood me upright. Pain crashed down on me when my dress slid over my bare, stinging butt. I cried out in pain but it just made Emmanuel chuckle. “Oh, are you still hurting?” He feigned concern. I wouldn’t even look at him. I was so pissed that I could spit in his damn eye. “I told your ass to stop poking the fucking beast, but you never listen. Do you, Camilla?” He forced my face to meet his. “Now tell me you want me to fuck you.” He demanded.
“No,” I said shakily through a clenched jaw.
“So you wanna beg then?” He asked with a raised brow.
“I’m not begging you for shit Emmanuel. You don’t get what you want all the time.” He said nothing in response he only pushed me back on his desk. His important papers created a blanket under my body. I started to sit back up but his hand kept me in place as he lowered to his knees. He put my feet on his shoulders and spread my wet pussy lips with his fingers.
“Look at your pretty little pussy. So wet.” He growled like a wolf on the hunt. It sent primal chills up my spine because I knew I was his prey. He put my clit between his full lips and I arched my back. Pain shot through my tender skin with the movement but I didn’t care. It just heightened the sensation. The pressure was so intense I couldn’t focus on anything else. I tried to remain quiet but once again my body betrayed me as moans escaped my lips.
His thick tongue danced along my slit and I grabbed the edge of the desk for support. I refused to call his name, but it was right on the tip of my tongue. My stomach clenched with anticipation of his next move. He knew my body so well it was infuriating!
I shut my eyes as my body began to vibrate and my legs turned to noodles. I was getting ready to cum so fucking hard.
Just then he pulled back causing my eyes to shoot open. A devious smile was painted on his face and his dark eyes teased me. He put his tongue inside of my opening and I cried out again. When he placed his teeth on my stiff clit I squirted a stream of liquid into the air like a fucking geyser. I screamed so hard my throat felt like fire.
Emmanuel didn’t stop. It was like the shit didn’t even faze him. He kept eating my pussy until I felt another orgasm building. I was so ready to let go and feel that glorious relief. “Your pussy is so sweet.” He muttered with his face between my thighs. As my chest heaved up and down I heard the tiniest creak. Emmanuel was deep into my pussy though so he didn’t hear anything. My body tensed as I glanced to the door. I saw a sliver of Dana’s face, but I didn’t call attention to her. A part of me wanted her to see her husband’s face in my cunt.
My orgasm kept building but just before Emmanuel made me cum he stopped again. I thought he saw Dana at the door. He didn’t. “Now tell me you want me to fuck you.” He said in a deep, thick voice. I wanted to fight it though. I guess I took too long to answer because he placed his teeth on my clit again. I yelped involuntarily and shut my eyes.
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Say it, Camilla!” He demanded.
“Please fuck me, Emmanuel.” I glanced at the door and Dana was still stuck. My lips curled upward in an evil smirk as I locked eyes with my mother. Emmanuel stood up and pulled his thick dick out. He made no attempt to be gentle. He slammed into me until I cried out. He was fucking me like the beast he was. I wrapped my arms around Emmanuel’s neck and he bucked harder against my body. I pulled him into me deeper with my legs around his waist. His face was buried in my neck as he bit my skin.
The next time I looked at the door, Dana was gone. “This is my motherfucking pussy. You understand?” He filled up every part of me, and I could do nothing but agree with him.
“Shit, Emmanuel.” I moaned in a euphoric haze. “Your dick feels so good.”
“You need this shit, don’t you?” I did need it. No matter what the fuck I thought.
“Yes. I need it so bad.” I whined. He fucked me harder until the papers began crashing to the floor.
“I need your pussy too…” He groaned. He reached down and slowly massaged my clit with his fingers, which was in stark contrast to his angry thrusts. It felt so good. I started to quake. I sent another gush all over Emmanuel’s abdomen when I came. It made him lose control immediately and he dug his fingers into my thighs to hold on while he came. Jesus did he cum hard. His dick throbbed inside of me until it started to shrink. I laid my head down on his desk and let out a breath. Whatever papers he was working on were absolutely ruined.
He slipped out of me, making me wince at the tender sensation and pulled his pants up. He flopped down in his chair and I climbed into his lap. I felt like a fucking kitten, needing to be stroked. I was high as fuck on Emmanuel right then. He knew it too. He ran his fingers through my messy hair and let out a satisfied noise. He’d tamed me for now. I kissed him and he melted into it.
Maybe we were high on each other?
Our kissing grew deeper and more passionate until I felt his dick wake up underneath me. Instantly I wanted more of him. He wanted me too. His strong hands popped the straps on my dress as he nearly snatched my dress off. “I want you naked.” He told me. I threw my dress near
the door and lowered my throbbing, sore pussy on top of his erect cock. I slipped my arms around his neck as I moved my ass up and down. We began kissing again. Slower this time, just like my movements on top of him.
I knew I couldn’t stop seeing Emmanuel. No matter how much I wanted to. No matter how much I loved Xavier. He was my drug of choice. I couldn’t help myself when I was around him. I wanted to fight it but he knew my body so well and he wasn’t shy about letting me know that.
It took longer for Emmanuel to cum the second time, but I didn’t care. Feeling his dick inside of me was like a heroin addict shooting up. I felt like I was flying. I felt like I was doing something forbidden and wrong, and it excited me to no end. When he finally did cum, he muttered my name into the air and I drank it in greedily. I leaned in and kissed him again and he tangled his fingers in my hair.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Once I woke up, showered and ate, I called Xavier. He was on my mind heavy. I didn’t like leaving him like that without saying goodbye or I love you. “Yeah?” He sighed into the phone sleepily.
“Good morning,” I said flatly.
“What’s up, Camilla?”
“How was your night?” I asked curiously. I heard movement on the other end and I pressed my ear harder to the phone.
“Ask me what you wanna ask.” He said curtly.
“Fine. Did you fuck her?”
“Yup,” I fought the urge to throw my phone across the room, but the sore skin on my ass and my throbbing pussy made me calm down.
“Did you fuck him?” I rolled my eyes and pushed my tangled hair away from my eyes. Emmanuel walked into the kitchen without a shirt showing all his muscles, and kissed the top of my head. I couldn’t fight back the smirk.
“Yup.” I said, matching his cool tone.
“Alright, we’re even then.” He yawned.
“Is she still there, Xavier?” I frowned.
“Yeah. She’s a heavy sleeper.” He grumbled. “Hey, Michaela. You gotta go sweetheart.” I heard her moan sleepily on the other end and I swallowed the smart-ass remark on the tip of my tongue. More movement and shuffling on the other end. Xavier was keeping me on the phone so I could hear this shit on purpose. He’s such an arrogant asshole, yet my heart still ached to hear him talking to another woman. “You woke?” He asked Michaela.
“Uh huh,” her muffled voice came through my end of the phone. “I just called you an Uber. You got about 15 minutes. My bathroom is right there, okay?” I shut my eyes and pictured her walking through his room to the bathroom. The same bathroom he fucked me in numerous times.
“Camilla? You there?”
“Of course I’m here you dick.” I snapped. He laughed into the phone and I could see his dimples. I still wanted his ass.
“You over there getting jealous? I’m putting her out. You wanna come over?” Now it was my turn to be an asshole.
“Nah, I’ll see you at New Grace later.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I’ll probably ride with Emmanuel.” Images of me slowly riding his dick surfaced in my mind.
“Of course you will.” He sighed. “So is this what we’re gonna do? Get jealous and fuck each other over to get revenge?” He sounded tired. I frowned and looked into my cup of coffee.
“I don’t want that,” I pouted.
“Me either. I mean it was fun, but I know your feelings get hurt.” I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes.
“My feelings? You were ready to knock Emmanuel’s head off.”
“Maybe,” he laughed. “It’s only because I love you. I don’t love these other girls.” He confessed warmly.
“I love you too.” I smiled.
“Do you love him too?” He quizzed. The question caught me off guard. Emmanuel sat across from me with his face in his iPad and I bit my bottom lip thinking about our night.
“Not like you think,” I replied.
“I’ll take you word for it… Hold on baby,” he said. “Hey, Michaela, your Uber is here. You ready?”
“Yeah…thanks for last night Xavier.” Her voice was clear and close, I’m guessing he was hugging him.
“Thank you…” He was smirking in that cocky way that drove me crazy.
“Can I call you later?” Michaela asked. Her voice was farther away now. Good.
“Yeah, you have my number. We’ll talk.”
“Okay. Bye, Xavier.”
“Bye, beautiful.” I heard a thump then click, and let my pent up breath out. I was hoping she didn’t kiss him goodbye.
“Camilla?”
“I’m here jackass.”
“Look, cut it out. This is us evidently. The back and forth, me with random women and you with Emmanuel. You decide when you want this shit to stop. I’ll stop when you do.” He told me seriously. I pondered it and looked over at Emmanuel. I still wasn’t ready to leave him alone.
“Okay, Xavier.” I sighed.
“Look, I’ll see you at the church later.”
“See you later.”
“Camilla,” he called before I ended the call. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Xavier.” I smiled a little then hung up. God, why did I have to just breed fucked up situations? Once I’d like to be normal. Is that too much to ask?
“Aww, so cute.” Emmanuel smiled over his iPad at me. I flipped him off and he laughed loudly. “We did enough of that last night.” He winked and made me throb. The patio door opened and Dana walked in. Her eyes were red and puffy, and I was elated. She’d been crying all fucking night. Emmanuel looked up and frowned at her.
“Good morning, Dana.”
“Manny.” She said in clipped tones. “I heard you signed on two new pastors. Congrats.”
“Thanks.”
“Trevor signed on too?” She asked while she made a cup of coffee.
“Uh huh,” Emmanuel replied. I was still smiling like an asshole just for the sheer fact that I was being ignored after what she saw last night. I swung my legs back and forth from the tall stool and sipped at my coffee like a little kid. “Come by today so we can have a press conference and get Xavier and Trev’s schedules confirmed.”
“Okay.” She nodded.
“Are you gonna speak to your daughter?” He asked, finally looking up at her. Dana looked at me, and hatred flashed in her eyes. I had hatred in mine too only it was wrapped up in a pretty smile.
“Good morning, Camilla.” She said.
“Good morning, Dana. How’d you sleep?” I beamed. “I slept great,” I told her before she could respond. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her mug and she bared her teeth in a forced smile.
“I had a rough night.” She admitted.
“Life must be hard in the pool house.” I sighed sarcastically. Emmanuel shot me a warning look and I piped down quickly. Dana grunted at me and walked out of the door. It was all I could do not to fall over with laughter.
“You need another spanking, Camilla?” The smile drained from my face and I shook my head.
“Then be a good girl.”
“Okay,” I said softly. Emmanuel had me under his thumb for the moment, until I got bold enough to defy him again. Xavier had my heart on a string and I couldn’t contest shit that he did because I knew I deserved it. It was a rollercoaster ride of emotions, but I’d put myself right in the front seat, now I had to work through more twisted webs and deceit. Oh well. Make your bed and lie in it.
I’m ready for it all.
Hell, at least it’ll be entertaining.
The end.
Epilogue
Trevor
At 3 in the morning, I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. There was so much going on and it was all running through my mind. The New Grace press conference went off without a hitch and I, along with Xavier Sanders was introduced as the newest pastors at the mega church.
I took one look at Xavier and realized what pulled my daughter to him. He was charismatic and had a familiar magnetism. I had no problems with the young man; he seeme
d time enough for Camilla.
Between Xavier and Emmanuel, I was clearly the calm and quiet one.
That’s something too because the quiet ones always get overlooked. That would be their mistake though because the quiet ones, like me see a lot more than they let on. I stared out of the bedroom window and tried to push the images from my head but I couldn’t.
Last night I went to see Dana like I had for nearly every night. I was sleeping until I noticed she was gone from my side. I padded around the pool house looking for her but she wasn’t there so I went around the side of the main house. I didn’t want to traipse through Manny’s home but I found myself being drawn to the sounds coming from an open window.
That’s when I saw it.
Manny on top of Camilla.
Fucking her blind.
Something in me snapped. I’d had my suspicions from the moment he controlled her so easily that day in his office. Now everything was being confirmed. I shut my eyes against the scenes playing out in front of me and went back to the pool house. Dana was still gone when I got back. I just laid there, trying not to go in that house and kill Manny. A quiet rage pulsed through me. The pastor was snatching shit from under my nose again.
Sneaky bastard.
When Dana finally slid back in bed beside me, I pretended to still be asleep. I could hear her sobs though. She cried for hours. I was almost sure she’d caught them in the act too. I understood her tears. It was a gutting type of feeling. I trusted Manny with my daughter and he couldn’t wait to stick his dick in her.
I focused my attentions back to my dark bedroom and tried to erase those pictures of Camilla on her back, moaning. It turned my stomach. I knew killing Pastor Emmanuel Scott wouldn’t be the smartest move I ever made, so I had to do the next best thing.
Get revenge.
I rested my elbows on my knees and sighed heavily. I felt a soft hand rub my back and I smiled. “Baby, come back to bed.” Dana yawned. I laid beside her and she snuggled up to me with her head on my chest. I kissed the top of her head gently and she exhaled. “I love you, Trevor.”
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