Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“I’m not sure...”

“It’s too late now. I promise, it will be a learning experience.” He pushed his fingers against her clit, and she whimpered.

“That is, if you can wait until tonight, my cock-loving wench.”

Camille moaned, turned on by such dirty words she had never imagined would be anything but appalling to her. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. Camille licked her lips at the sight of his erection against his breeches.

“Not now, my minx. I’ll come to you later after my brothers are gone.” She didn’t say anything as the door closed behind him.

“What have I done?” Camille whispered, her heart slamming in her chest.

* * * *

Titus came to her in the garden later that afternoon, kissing her.

“I and Knoll have been called away on business tonight some miles away, and Mortimer plans to carouse at the opera. Will you be all right alone this evening? I hate to leave you after we’ve only just returned to Tremont Hall.”

Camille smiled at him, kissing his palm.

“I will be fine. I hope your business goes smoothly and brings you back to me soon.”

“It will be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest before we’ll return. Until then...” He stopped.

“What is it?” Camille’s heart sped up as she admired his blond curls in the fading light of day.

“I love you. I do, and I want you to know that.” Camille’s heart fluttered in a sort of agony at her secret and ecstasy at the feelings the words evoked.

“I—”

“You don’t have to return my feelings.”

“But I think I do. I care deeply for you, Titus.” She returned his kiss, pressing against his lower body, reveling in the feel of his stalk against her sack gown.

“Camille, you drive me wild.” He took a ragged breath.

“I must go in a little while, so I have to pack a valise.” He squeezed her hands.

“Have a safe journey.” She brushed his erection with her hand, making him groan.

“Camille...please.”

“Please what?” She took his hand and led him behind one of the tall, manicured hedges in the garden. She pushed him against the hedge and rubbed against his cock with her hand.

“Camille, oh, Camille.”

She wrestled his breeches down, kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, sweet girl, the things you do to me.” His long cock sprang up in front of her face, and she took the head in her mouth, smiling up at him.

“Don’t stop.” He pushed his fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the elaborate style Brilla had fixed after lunch.

“I won’t.” She took the rest of his engorged member in her mouth, teasing him with her tongue and moaning as she cupped his balls in her hands. Camille sucked and stroked in rhythm as he gripped her hair.

“I’m going to come. I can’t take it anymore.” Hot jizz spilled out of him, and Camille swallowed it down. She secured him back into the breeches and stood up.

“That was goodbye.” She kissed him, making him taste his own saltiness.

“I never want to leave you.” He gazed into her eyes, caressing her cheek.

“Then come back soon.” They walked back to the house together.

* * * *

Camille ate dinner alone, knowing Mortimer had left the Hall as part of his ruse. She retired to her room, choosing a lacy, white chemise to wear to bed. Her hair cascaded down her neck in ringlets. She picked up a book of poetry from the bookshelf in the bedroom, but she could hardly keep her mind upon nymphs and lovers of the poetic sort. Camille grew wet thinking about Mortimer’s thick, huge cock, bigger than any man’s she had seen. She touched herself under the sheets as she heard a knock on the door. Mortimer stood before her, stark naked.

“Oh my...”

“Do you like me
au naturel
?” He turned for her, showing her his strong, muscle-bound body. He had something in his hand, but she couldn’t see what. He put it on the dresser away from her.

“Yes,” Camille whispered, feeling shy with him. His body overwhelmed and intimidated her.

“Good. I want only to please my little wench.” His cock rose to half mast as she pulled the sheets down so he could see her chemise.

“So sexy you are, and a bad girl, too.”

“I suppose I am, but it's your fault.” Camille closed her eyes, wondering what he had planned for her.

“Lie back and relax.” She felt him climb onto the bed, and heat invaded her body at the thought of him beside her.

She felt him grab her wrists. He tied them with something silky to the bedposts. Camille whimpered, frightened a bit but already slippery between her legs.

“That sweet pussy is all mine, and I’m going to show you who your master is tonight. Say my name, slut.”

“Mortimer.” Her voice shook.

“That’s right.” She felt hands rip into her chemise, tearing it at the bodice as she gasped at the violence.

“Please...”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” The sensation of being tied and helpless was a new one to her, and Camille swallowed, nervous.

“I trust you.” And she realized she did.

“Good.” His lips were on her nipples as he straddled her, the heat of his body resting on top of her.

“I’ve been wanting to get between your tits since I saw Knoll do it. The idea drives me wild.” Camille groaned at the idea of his thick, tanned cock between her breasts. Her cunt tingled as Mortimer massaged a thick, oily substance on her breasts.

“Butter makes everything better. Don’t you agree, my little slut?”

“Yes.” Camille thrashed as Mortimer squeezed her breasts in his hands, touching her erect and sensitive nipples. He slid his cock between her tits, and she noticed how much thicker it was than Knoll’s. She moaned with arousal.

“You like my monstrous cock between your pretty tits, don’t you? Whose tits are these?” He slid slowly up and down between her breasts as his fingers played over her nipples, sending darts of pleasure through her body.

“Yours.”

“Whose? Say my name, slut.”

“Mortimer’s.”

“That’s better. I want to be the one you dream of tying you up and doing unspeakable things to you.” Camille licked her lips, saying nothing.

“That’s right, wench. Get that pretty mouth ready for my cock or whatever I have planned for you.” Mortimer laughed, speeding up in the space between her breasts.

“I’m going to come. I knew it wouldn’t be long since it’s all I’ve thought about lately. Where do you want me to put it, my sweet slut?” Camille moaned.

“My face. I want you to come on my face.” He gazed into her eyes, and red crept into her cheeks at her boldness.

“Well, well. That’s what I want, too.” She felt him rise off of her, and hot jizz splattered her face. Mortimer rubbed it into her face-to-face and hair.

“I’ve marked you as mine, my little slut.” His voice was tender, and her heart responded by flipping in her chest. He sighed and got off of her, and she wondered what he would do next. She felt his fingers on her button, stroking insistently. Camille whimpered on the edge of her release as he slid his fingers into her cunt.

“You like that, don’t you? That cunt is all mine. So nice and tight like it’s barely been used.”

“Yes.” Camille felt herself losing control. Being in bondage was a feeling like she had never known, total trust in a person who had her body in his hands.

“Come for me, sexy slut. I want to feel your cunt clench around my fingers.” Camille gave herself up to the ripples of sensation flowing through her cunt as she shouted hoarsely. Mortimer rubbed her belly, kissing it.

“I can’t wait until it gets even bigger. You’re going to be so sexy.” Camille felt her face flush. He untied her bonds and took her into his arms as they lay in bed. She felt protected in his embrace and realized being submissive to him was a small price to pay for his silence on the matter of her secret.

“Do you like me then, Mortimer? I can’t tell. The way you talk to me when...”

“Yes, love. I love your body and touching you. I speak to you that way because you drive me insane with desire. I hope you know, though, the tenderness I have for you. I will never let anyone harm you.” Camille sank into his embrace, kissing his chest. They passed the night together kissing and talking until dawn.

* * * *

When the blush of morning fell on them, Mortimer pressed against her, his erection digging into her stomach.

“I need you again. They’ll be back in a few hours, and I can’t wait until later to have you.”

“Yes.” Her breath came faster.

“Turn over on your stomach for me.” She did as he said, wondering what he was going to do to her. The silken bonds went around her wrists again as he tied her to the bedposts.

“There. Such a nice view of your perfect bottom.” Mortimer smacked her bottom, and she yelped. He leaned over her, kissing and sucking on her neck.

“I want you in submission to me, my dirty slave.” He popped her ass again, and she groaned, heat and desire flooding through her. Mortimer’s mouth moved over her bottom, kissing and sucking. He pinched her ass, making her gasp. When his tongue found the crevice in her behind, she moaned with pleasure.

“Yes. You like that, don’t you, whore?”

“Yes,” Camille whispered, feeling embarrassed at the appetites he awoke in her. She wanted him inside her.

“Good.” He pushed his tongue deeper into the valley between her buttocks as she whimpered, her cunt growing wet.

“What a sweet hole you have. I’m going to explore every inch of you, Camille. You’re mine.” He smacked her ass again, pushing fingers into her cunt. She gasped at the pain and pleasure of the roughness with which he was going to take her. His fingers snaked under her, rubbing her button until she squirmed, moaning.

“What do you want, slut? Say it. I can’t hear you.” He spanked her bottom again, his palm stinging even as his fingers pleasured her clit.

“I want your cock inside me.”

“Do you, now?” He continued to rub her clit, popping her ass again.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered, her clit buzzing against his finger and the sheets.

“Yes, come for me, slut. Then I’m going to penetrate that sweet crack with more than my tongue.” She moaned at the thought and spiraled into orgasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she shuddered. The bed shifted as he got off of it, and he came back a moment later, rubbing butter into her crack. Camille whimpered, afraid of the pain.

“Yes, I’m going to take it, and I’m not going to play nice.”

“Mortimer...”

“Do you want my cock or not?”

“Yes, but...”

“You’re mine, and I’m going to drill your sweet hole until you can’t think straight.” Camille moaned, knowing he meant what he said. She felt like she was losing her mind, wanting the things Mortimer did to her so much. He spread her cheeks wide, and he pushed his cock into her, working it into her canal with some effort as she groaned in pain and pleasure.

“Don’t tense up. Relax.” Camille tried to, and soon he was buried inside her ass.

“That feels so good. What a cock pleaser you are, Camille. Your hole was made for my thick cock inside it.” She sighed at his words, her clit buzzing again with the friction of the sheets from his getting inside of her. He slid out of her crack and then buried his cock back in her, pushing deep into her hole.

“Oh, oh, Mortimer.” Camille gasped, the pain and pleasure overwhelming.

“You like my cock in your dirty hole, don’t you, slut?”

“Ummm.” He grabbed her hair, ramming into her again.

“Tell me how you like it. What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Camille blushed as she said the word, having never used it before. Mortimer groaned.

“That is just what I wanted to hear.” He slid in and out of her ass, gaining speed as she whimpered, moving against her restraints.

“My cock is so deep inside you, Camille, deeper than any man’s has been.” She moaned at the thought of his domination of her.