Code Name: Tiara (Jameson Force Security 7) - Page 51

For some reason, I feel like she’s twisting my words and actions, but somewhere deep in my soul, I think she might be right. And I’m not willing to admit that yet.

So I keep the argument going. “Stuck with each other?” I sneer at her. “Is that what you think? It’s so horrible that we’re stuck with each other?”

Another eye roll. “Since you don’t seem to know what you want, and I’m guessing you’re too afraid to make a move even if you did, maybe I’ll just have to revert to my bucket list and start looking for a random hookup. Like I said on the plane, I’m sure Paul would be willing.”

She did not just threaten me with that again. Totally fucking pushing my buttons. And even though I know she’s goading me, something burns deep in my gut, and I realize she’s making me lose control.

I’m never without control.

My words come out soft but with an underlying tone of condescension. “You’re acting like a child, Camille.”

For whatever reason, calling her a child seems to spark deep offense. She makes a choking noise deep in her throat and exclaims, “A child? How dare you!”

Christ… my dick is getting hard, which means it likes this banter. It also means I’m leading her down a path that will make it even harder. I’ve officially given up on the idea of ending this.

“A child,” I assert with authority. “And you know the best way to get a child back in line?”

She doesn’t respond but swallows heavily. She even takes a small step backward.

My voice is low, barely above a whisper, but I know the domination in it speaks volumes because her eyes flare wide. “You need a spanking.”

There is no doubt this has become a game of two. At the threat of putting my hand to her ass, she actually pivots as if she’s going to run back into her room. I leap and grab her by the waist, and she lets out a tiny shriek along with a half giggle.

My dick gets even harder.

I easily carry her to the bed and swing around to sit on its edge, maneuvering her across my lap. She doesn’t go willingly and puts up a squirming fight, but I manage to pin her down with a heavy arm across her upper back. As her legs flail, I bring my left hand down in a sharp crack on her ass.

Camille gasps and fights harder.

I smack her again… harder, and she moans.

Fuck… that’s sexy as hell.

“Keep fighting, Princess, and you’ll only get more,” I threaten darkly.

It’s no surprise to me that she squirms harder.

Rather than pulling my hand back for another smack, I grab the elastic waistband of her silky shorts and jerk them down—along with her panties—over her ass and halfway down the back of her thighs. My palm print is visible on each ass cheek. My cock can’t get any harder, so it starts to ache.

Smack.

Camille utters a cry laced with a moan of pleasure, and I don’t waste a single second embellishing this for her. My hand goes to her ass where I slide over the silky but very warm skin and press my fingers between her legs. Finding her sweet, wet spot, I shove my middle finger deep inside.

“Oh God,” Camille moans, followed by a full-body shudder. I pump my finger a few times, and I’m stunned when her whole body stiffens before she utters a staccato cry of pleasure. Fuck me, but her pussy contracts and grips my finger lodged deep inside her, and Camille’s entire body shakes on my lap.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter in awe. “Did you just come?”

Camille nods her head furiously, her hips rolling to increase the pressure of my finger inside her as she wantonly tries to drag out the pulses of pleasure. I stare down at her reddened ass, my hand shoved between her legs, feeling her pussy trembling around my finger, and I kind of want to pat myself on the back. I’ve never made a girl come with a few spanks and a quick finger fuck.

Or maybe it has nothing to do with my skill and everything to do with the way Camille responds to me in particular.

Her neck twists and she brushes her long hair out of her eyes to look at me. Her hips flex downward, pushing my finger in a bit deeper, and she’s clearly uncomfortable. I almost pull it out when she says, “Are you going to fuck me now?”

I stare back at her, still a bit surprised over that amazing bit of hyper-sensuality I just witnessed as well as her dirty words from such a royal mouth. I shrug and say, “Maybe I’ll just spank and finger you again to see what happens.”

Camille snorts, and I can’t help but laugh. I love that we can bring humor to the situation, and it doesn’t diminish one bit how sexy it is.

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