The dickhead that blackmailed me into this bed

[Kamilla]

"Be good for master, kitten," he said, taking my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and twisting them like the cold blooded beast he was.

The searing pain between my thighs. The sharp jolt from having my nipples twisted. I saw stars.

"Hmmph! Hmmm! Hmmm!"

"Open your fucking legs, little one. Master promised a brutal fuck, didn't he? I keep my word, Kammy," he said, pissing me right off as he pounded away at my pussy savagely, despite his fingers twisting my nipples.

That was fucking it. Climbing heart rate. Heavy breathing. My body was compromised but my brain was gearing up for a fight anyway. Another patronizing pet name was the last damn straw. I was on the verge of yanking the panties out of my mouth when the pleasure building up inside me wiped the fight out of me. My pussy turned on me and I came.

Groans. Moans. Purrs. Sighs. Muffled screams. I lost my mind beneath him, my head turning this way and that as shock waves rocked my body. Overwhelming pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. Absolutely no control over anything as my limbs gave up their hold on him, my body jerking violently.

"Fucking God!" someone cried out into the suite.

I couldn't see straight but who cared? Even the pain felt amazing. It took me a moment to realize the panties were gone. The person screaming was me.

Mortified, I snapped my mouth shut and went back to biting down on my lip. But nothing stopped the waves of ecstasy rolling over me. Try as I might, I couldn't regain control. My limbs quaked wildly in the air. The rest of me wouldn't still either, but once again, he did. One more time, the atmosphere shifted as his lips came down on mine.

I can't stand him.

I reminded myself.

His dick on the other hand—

"That's a good kitten," he said, easily prying my quaking legs open, once more bursting my bubble just by speaking.

I was angry at every fucking drunk cell in my body. At the dick inside me making me feel way too damn good.

He didn't give two fucks about intimacy. I really was living in a dream world. His dick only stilled so that he could get control over my body. Spread my legs wider.

"Such an eager kitty. Does Master's kitten like his dick that much?" he asked tauntingly, his hands bearing down on my inner thighs as he flattened me against the bed, legs spread as wide open as possible.

I inhaled sharply, the orgasm falling away quickly as my body tensed once more in preparation for what was coming. No more panties in my mouth to use as an excuse. Still couldn't tell him to stop. Still didn't want to.

Mortified. Ashamed of my pussy's eagerness. My hatred for this man burned bright. Perfect first time. No flowery bullshit. He did me right. So why was I getting so mad?

Don't fucking get emotional, Kamilla. It's just sex.

"Go suck your own dick," I spat out at him through gritted teeth, my drunk brain unable to let the fantasy go.

The real fantasy. Not the sex. Not the kinks or props. The one hidden inside me. I wanted to be seen. Not as Kamilla Henderson. Just me. Notice me.

"Don't need to. Your pretty mouth does it so well. Don't get comfortable, kitten. It's time for the real fun," he said, deliberately taking his time pulling out of my pussy to screw with me as I braced myself for what was coming.

He pinned me down by my inner thighs and just went for it. He grunted his way through sawing in and out of me. Ruthlessly battering my pussy with his sizable manhood.

"Fuck! Your kitty's so fucking tight, Kammy," his hoarse voice acknowledged as his hips slammed into mine.

My body tensed. Another abrupt rise in the build up of pleasure. One more time, my body unraveled for him as I grew paranoid he had found me out.

I felt like I could feel the tearing of muscle as he forcefully kept my legs apart, pressing down on my thighs. Allowing himself better access to my pussy. It fucking hurt. He was never hearing those words. Sweet torture.

"Fuck me," I purred,

Had to have more. Two simple words. Couldn't say more. Falling to pieces for his dick. No more thinking.

"I know you can't see and you're a little tipsy, but what the fuck do you think we've been doing, kitten?" he spat out between heavy breaths, laying his body down on mine and grabbing onto my quaking shoulders.

A little kiss behind my earlobe before he buried his face in the crook of my neck, lips pressing gently up against my skin.

This shit wasn't in the chapter. Resentment built up inside me as he had to still once more to do all this shit to me. A warmth bloomed in my chest. It reeked of tenderness. Fuck no.

Not Kade. Not a man doomed to fall hopelessly in love with me. Kamilla Henderson wasn't Kendra. I was a realist.

"I said fuck me. Be the dickhead who blackmailed me into this bed," I demanded, ripping the blindfold off.

Our eyes locked. Done playing the part, I was ready to square off as we had so many times in my head. Everything I wanted to bitch about for the last few months flooded my head.

Late nights and weekends at the office. Fucking workaholic. Phone calls at five in the morning because he insisted I be at the office before him. Ten fresh pots of coffee before he finally gave up and sent me to a coffee shop. His crazy complicated filing system that I still hadn't mastered. No one fucking could. He was insane.

Nose to nose. Lips up against his. His dick buried deep inside me. Scorching gaze burning with the same anger and indignation I felt. But… hell Kamilla, no fucking but.

None of the insults I had ready to go a moment ago would come out. Too caught up in those ravenous green eyes.

"Remember what's about to happen is your fault. You asked for this," he whispered, his voice velvet soft, breath hot on my lips.