Emmanuel yanked me back by the shoulders that time and landed a smack on my ass with his belt. Pain throbbed through me. Slap after slap came until I stayed still. Red angry whelps crisscrossed my tanned skin and I whimpered when he grabbed my behind in his warm palm. “You ready to behave?” He laughed.
“No.”
“No?” He bent me over his knee and I braced myself for more slaps but instead he rubbed something warm and silky against my tightest hole. Lube. Once it registered I felt him pressing the cold tip of the butt plug against me and I clenched nervously. “Relax. Now,” he commanded. I did as he asked and he eased the plug inside of me until it was seated in me perfectly. My body temperature warmed it until I barely noticed it.
When he flipped me over on my back I was confused until I saw him undoing his pants. “Now you’re going to get punished,” he smirked.
“Wait…are you gonna fuck me while…”
“While you’re being a good kitten? Yes.” He stroked his thick, chocolate dick. “Not before you come put your sexy lips around my cock though. Crawl.” I was on all fours in seconds, crawling to the edge of the bed. My entire backside was thrumming with dull pain from my spanking. Emmanuel sighed happily as soon as he was deep in my throat. I sucked his dick until my jaws ached and saliva slid down my chin and neck. He refused to cum and he refused to let me stop. It was a part of my punishment.
After I endured what seemed like a never-ending session of head, he slapped my ass and reignited the pain from the spanking all over again. I yelped and he smiled arrogantly. “I bet you won’t do that shit again, will you?” He raised a thick brow at me.
“I’ll do it whenever I want to,” I spat angrily. He pinned me down to the bed. “I’m still gonna do what I want,” I told him defiantly. With a lightening quick move, he closed his huge hand around my dainty neck.
“You’re going to do what you’re supposed to do.” He made me spread my legs wider for him.
“Says who?” I managed to squeak out. I didn’t know what had gotten into me but seeing him get all riled up had me soaking wet. He was wild with anger and the need to control me. I wanted to be controlled too I just wanted him to fight for it.
I struggled against him until he freed his cock and plunged into me, impaling me with his length and girth. “You will do what I say when we’re in this bedroom.” He thrust into me furiously. “Now, say yes daddy.”
“Yes Daddy!” The feeling of his dick pumping inside of me along with the butt plug stretching my body sent me reeling and I felt like I would lose control. Emmanuel was fucking me like a mad man and I loved every second of it.
“You like being bad don’t you, Cami?”
“I love being bad,” I moaned. His thrusts became deeper and slower and I writhed beneath him, meeting each stroke with my anxious hips.
“You’re so good at it, Camilla Scott.” He pushed into me and stayed there while we shared a passionate kiss where it seemed like we melded together into one. I loved when my name rolled of his tongue. Being Camilla Scott meant something completely different since I was married to Emmanuel. I had a new meaning to my name and I appreciated it.
Emmanuel didn’t question when tears started to fall from my eyes. I’m sure he thought it was the sex and that was a part of it but mainly I was crying because I belonged to him and he belonged to me. We weren’t fighting to be together anymore and it felt so good. Even better than the fact that his cock was buried deep inside of me.
I was shocked to find out that being filled from two places made me cum faster and harder than anything had in a while. When Emmanuel started quickening his pace I felt the quakes start at my middle then ripple outward. “Are you coming already?” He frowned. I couldn’t speak because I was too busy being rocked by an amazing orgasm.
“Emmanuel!” I whined out.
“I’m not done with you.” He growled before driving into my slippery walls once more and letting his load erupt inside of me. When I squeezed down on him that time, I also squeezed on the plug and I felt it nestle further inside of me.
Emmanuel pulled out and the suction sound that was made nearly pushed him over the edge. “Jesus.” He muttered as he laid on his back. “Every time I think your pussy can’t get any better.”
“I could say the same about you.” I Laughed after I caught my breath. Emmanuel tugged on my tail and I purred a little for him.
“You’re going to behave yourself now, right, Kitten? Or are you gonna make me chase you all over the house?”
“I don’t know…might make you chase me, might behave.”
“You just like stressing me out, Camilla. Always have, always will.” He grabbed the tip of my nose gently and I laughed a little. “You’re never just going to be a nice, quiet, and well behaved wife are you?” I couldn’t help the loud laugh that came tumbling from my mouth when he asked me that shit.
“You know better,” I nearly cackled. “Have I ever been nice or quiet?”
“Nah. You never have. I wouldn’t have married you if you were,” he confessed before kissing me. His work phone rang and I groaned, kicking my legs under the sheet like a big kid. He held up one finger and I quieted down. “Yes, Governor Scott here. Okay, thank you so much. Uh huh. No, I’m not there today I have my chief of staff covering it. Anything else you need, contact him and he’ll let me know. Yeah. Sure thing, thanks.” He ended the call and dropped the phone between us with a sigh. “I really need to get a permanent assistant. These temps are driving me fucking crazy.” He rubbed the space between his brows and looked at me. “And you need to find a nanny and a housekeeper. If I find an assistant, promise me you’ll start looking for some help around this house.”
“I can do that.” I nodded with a soft sigh. “I need them triple background checked though if they’re going to be around our kids.” I folded my arms tightly across my chest. My muscles went from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds. Emmanuel had been fussing with me for a while to get a nanny to help out since I’d stopped working at New Grace but as wonderful as that sounded, I was in no rush. Hiring a nanny meant I had to allow someone to be around my children when I wasn’t there. I had to trust someone. After the shit Joseph pulled last year, I didn’t trust anyone anymore.
He was never someone I trusted to begin with but I did trust Alexander and it happened on his watch. It would never happen again. “You know I’m not letting anyone around my kids that hasn’t been thoroughly vetted, baby. I need references from Jesus at this point.” He laughed but I didn’t. “Come on Cami, it’ll be fine. Okay? I thought you would trip over me finding an assistant more.”
“I trust you,” I shrugged. “I’m not worried about whoever ends up being your assistant.” I knew my husband would let whoever she was know how crazy I could be and that our relationship was not to be disrespected under any circumstances or I’d kill her.
“I’m so glad you trust me.” He smirked and then slid his hand around to my tail and tugged. “It’s time for you to trust me even more.” I pushed myself up on all fours and wiggled my behind for him. “God, you have a perfect ass.” He grabbed a handful of it and sighed happily. His hands slid up to my waist and then he knelt up behind me and tugged harder on the tail until it slid out of me slowly. “Are you going to give me this perfect ass, Cami?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m gonna give it to you.” I looked at him over my shoulder and I could see him melt just a little. His dick was steadily growing the longer he looked at me.
“Oh, now you’re behaving? See, you need attitude adjustments.” He laughed before pressing against my tight hole with the head of his dick. It never ceased to amaze me how his cock fit inside of me no matter how tight of a fit it seemed it would be. “Relax, for me baby.” I let out a pent up breath and tried to relax but knowing how big he was and how tight my ass was, scared me a little if I was being honest.
“I’m scared,” I said timidly.
“Are you really? Have I ever hurt you Camilla?” He was busy finger
fucking my ass as he spoke. My eyes closed and I rocked to his motions.
“No…”
“See, listen to those moans. Those moans wouldn’t come from someone who was scared.” Emmanuel was some sort of magician, because I went from tense and tight to relaxed and open for him in seconds. He worked the head of his dick inside my ass and I let out a squeal, tensing around him. He gave my hair a hard tug and told me to relax and I did. See? Sometimes I could be well behaved.
Ass soon as I relaxed, he settled all the way inside of me. “Oh my god!” I yelled out.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Emmanuel. It feels so good.” I grabbed the comforter in my fists as he slid in and out, slowly at first. Once he noticed I was throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts he fucked me harder. The bounce of my tits matched his rhythm and each time my hard nipples skimmed over the top of the sheets I shook a little at the unexpected but welcome sensation.
“Shit, Cami. I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.” Whenever we did anal, and it wasn’t often, he always came hard and fast. Even faster than he did when I rode him. “Are you gonna cum first baby?” He asked in my ear just as his fingers found my clit. I gasped and arched my back, clenching around his hard dick.
“Yes!” He gave my clit a gentle pinch and I lost it. Emmanuel came right after me, filling me up with his hot seed.
“Shit…” He grunted and clamped down on my hips with his hands. “I love how nasty you are for me, Camilla.” He slid out of me gently and pulled me against his sculpted body.
“Only you,” I smiled up at him.
“Better only be me.” He kissed the top of my head. We both went to sleep for a while after that shit. If nothing else I was worn out from running all over the house trying to get away from him.
When I woke up, I heard the shower running. I stretched my arms over my head and ran my fingers through my tangled hair before padding into the bathroom with Emmanuel. When I climbed in the shower behind him he turned to look at me with a sigh. “What’s wrong?” I asked immediately.
“I have to go into the office.” He told me regretfully. I folded my arms and pouted in response.
“I thought Cole was taking care of shit today?”
“Some shit can only be handled by the governor,” He shrugged. “I’m sorry baby.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. I would have gone with him but I had to be there for when Dad dropped off the kids. Xavier was going to swing by and pick up Chloe shortly after too.
I hated being apart from Emmanuel but it was routine unfortunately. Maybe I’d be happy once he got a good assistant that could block stupid shit from ever reaching him. If it meant more quality time with my husband, I was all for it.
**
Chapter Three
Alexander
Tuesdays were visitation days and it was the only bright spot I had in my entire week. I sat at the poor ass excuse for a desk in my solitary cell and stared at the pictures lining the wall. I smiled a little and touched one of them. It was a picture of Mason. He’d gotten so damn big it was hard to believe he was the same little baby I rocked and held two years ago.
“Inmate! On your feet.” The guard with the heavy voice and gnarly chin scar barked at me when he came to the heavy steel door. I wasn’t supposed to get anything while in solitary. No TV, radio, books, and definitely no visitation. Things work differently when you have a friend on your side though.
The rolling metal on metal sound of my door opening is one that I’d really grown to love over the past year. I also wasn’t required to be cuffed as I walked down the corridor under the flickering lights. The guard brought me to a small, windowless room with a metal table and a sink in the corner. It’s where I had all my visits.
I sat in the thinly cushioned chair and sighed as my ankles were shackled to the immovable table in the middle of the room. I waited there for thirteen minutes according to the clock on the wall. “First lady, nice to see you again.” The guard outside the door spoke politely and my ears perked up. She was here.
I sat straight up in the chair and ran my hands over my face trying to look somewhat presentable. There really wasn’t much I could do though. My jawline was filling in with scruffy hair and I needed to see a set of clippers like I needed air. I wasn’t used to looking so rough, but being in solitary for months on end will do that to a man. At least in general population I could get a shave and decent hair cut.
“Alexander…” Camilla walked in looking like a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air. She touched my cheek and I clutched her hand like she was the most precious thing in the world. To me, she was. I still loved her but it was different now. I loved her in a way I never knew I could love a woman. I wanted her back almost more than anything else but I knew I could never have her. The way she glowed meant she was happy and I loved her enough to let her stay happy. “How are you?” She sat across from and held my hand.
“Better now,” I smiled and so did she. Her face crumpled a bit when she ran her thumb over my knuckles.
“Alexander, have they let you see a doctor?”
“Barely,” I laughed dryly. “The only reason their remotely civil to me in here is because of you.” Camilla’s eyes took on that stormy look they did right before she was getting ready to raise hell. The feet of her chair made a scraping noise as she stood and steered herself towards the door.
“Guard!” Her voice bounced off the concrete walls. The door swung open immediately. “After this visit he needs to see the doctor about his hands.”
“If he’d stop getting in fights he wouldn’t need to see shit.” The guard snorted in my direction and Camilla shoved him hard, making him step back a few paces.
“Get him to the fucking doctor.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he nodded before closing the door again.
“Alexander, please stop fucking people up in here.” She tried to reason with me like she did every week but it never sank in. I felt caged in that place. I couldn’t stop fighting because then I’d get taken advantage of. I’d get fucked over. I refused to get fucked over. If I had to bash in a few skulls then so be it. I’d learned a lot by watching Camilla operate. The most important lesson being…she was right. When you snapped on people it earned you a lot of things, attention and respect being on the top of the list. I had that in spades around there.
“I’ll try, Camilla,” I sighed.
“Not try…do.” She poked my chest and I let out a laugh. “You’re getting a little shaggy there.” She tugged on a tuft of facial hair and smiled. I just relished feeling her delicate touch. I brought the back of her hand to my lips and kissed it, making her blush. Even though I didn’t want to get in between her and my brother anymore, I did still flirt with her from time to time. Hell, I was a man and I was seemingly trapped on an island with no women. I had to cherish every fucking second I spent around one. Especially a woman as beautiful as Camilla.
“Yeah, not many barber shops in solitary,” I grumbled.
“You’ll get out soon. I’ll see to it.”
“Get out of solitary or prison? I’m sick and fucking tired of both.” My voice had a cold edge to it that gave Camilla pause.
“I know you are. I’m working on Emmanuel he’s just…”
“He’s a fucking prick,” I snapped.
“Alexander,” she warned with her voice. I was tired of playing to Manny’s feelings though. He left me in prison to rot and he didn’t give a shit. He’d moved on to be governor of Florida and you’d think he could use some of that pull to help his brother out but what does he do? Block my DNA evidence for a year just so he can keep an eye on me. He was the goddamn devil.
“Alexander shit, Camilla. Your husband is evil. How the fuck could you let your own family sit in this hellhole for a crime they didn’t even commit? And he knows I didn’t do it!” I banged my clenched fist against the tabletop and she just chewed on her bottom lip nervously. “Look, I know you hate being in the middle of all this and I
’m not trying to come down on you…I’m just losing my fucking mind in here. Did you tell him that as soon as I get out of here, I’m going to Georgia?” I asked. I always asked the same thing but it never mattered. Manny did what he wanted.
“I told him,” she bit on her bottom lip again and my eyes locked on to it hungrily. It was like dangling a steak in front of a starving man.
“Stop biting that lip, Camilla,” I told her gruffly.
“I’m sorry.” She sucked in a breath and I watched her chest expand. Goddammit. I had to get the fuck away from her.
“You know how I get when you start licking and biting your lips.”
“I know. Will they even let you have conjugal visits?” My eyes greedily darted up and down her curves and I shook my head. Shit, if she was offering I’d take it. I’d never say a word to Manny or anyone else.
“I was gonna see if I could get you someone, I know a girl in Pennsylvania who can…”
“Are you offering to buy me pussy?” At first I frowned at the idea when all I really had been thinking about was fucking Camilla. The longer I sat with the idea though, the more appealing it sounded. I shook the thoughts from my head and cleared my throat. “I just want to get out of here. It’s bad enough I’ll never be able to practice again. I don’t have you or Mason, can’t your husband just let this shit go now?”
“I’m working on him. I swear I am. You know how stubborn he is though. You’re going to have to yield to him.”
“How much more yielding can I do? I’m leaving the state as soon as I’m free.” I tossed my hands up in frustration. Camilla looked at me for a while, tapping her fingers on the table.
“When he had my dad in here, he wouldn’t let him out until he realized his wrong doings. I don’t know what lesson he’s trying to teach you but…”
“Fuck that shit. I’m not groveling at Manny’s feet like he’s some kind of savior.” I felt my eyes narrow and my brows lower.
“I didn’t say all that, I’m just telling you what works for Emmanuel. He’s usually trying to impart some kind of lesson.” I laughed at her words and shook my head. I could see a frown tugging at the corners of her pouty lips.
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