Twisted Intentions

by Danielle James

  “Then bend me over and fuck me.”

  “No.” The vein in his neck pulsed.

  “What the hell are you waiting for, Emmanuel? You want me to start calling you Daddy again? Hmm?” His eyes narrowed and he laid a hard smack across my ass. It stung so damn good. I wanted more, and if it meant that I had to make him mad, then so be it. “Shit, Daddy…that hurt,” I moaned, rubbing my sore behind.

  “Stop that shit Camilla,” he warned.

  “Why?” My eyebrows raised quizzically.

  “Because it’s pissing me off.”

  Another smack.

  My pussy was drenched.

  “Mmm…shit.” My moans seemed to make his dick grow even more. He spun me around and bent me over the arm of his chair. I didn’t know if he was going to fuck me or spank me, but I was game for either.

  Another smack.

  My ass jiggled and each slap caused my pussy to throb. The next time his hand came down on me, he lingered against my swollen cunt lips. His hand moved in a slow circle. I was losing my damn mind. “Your little ass needed a spanking, didn’t you?” His low voice made me want to maul him.

  “Yes,” I whined.

  “Uh huh…I know.” He spanked me again and again until I came. Once I did, he let me go. “Good girl. You happy now?”

  “Yes,” I chewed on my lip and looked at him.

  “Good. Now get out before you get your ass in real trouble.” Each step I took made the pain on my ass come alive. I didn’t want to figure out what kind of trouble I was going to get myself into. I mean I did but that spanking ignited lava inside of me. I never came so hard without having sex before. Once again, Emmanuel had me intrigued and dying get another hit of him.

  I went to Xavier's house early on Saturday morning. I was scared to look at him after the whole I love you shit but I still couldn’t stay away.

  “You came back huh?” He smirked at me, showing those dimples. My heart fluttered. “It’s either the dick, or you really do love me.” God, he was so fucking arrogant. I just rolled my eyes at him and sat on his lap.

  “It was the dick,” I kissed him slowly.

  “Yeah, okay. Prove it.” He locked his hands around me so that I couldn’t move. “Sit on it.”

  “You’re so arrogant,” I teased.

  We spent half the damn morning fucking each other all over his house. We were in the bathroom, on the kitchen table, in his bedroom on the floor, on the glass top stove, everywhere. Not once did I slip up and say I love you again. Neither did he.

  “Let’s go get something to eat,” he said after a shower and a blowjob. It was then that I realized we’d never really went out anywhere. At first, it was because I was a student and he was a teacher but now? We had no reason to not be out together. Reluctantly, I agreed and got dressed in a yellow sundress with no panties. Never know when you’re gonna need to have easy access.

  While we stood waiting for a table at a cute little diner, Xavier was not shy about cupping my ass. I giggled and leaned into him so only he could hear me. “You better stop before I fuck you right here in this restaurant.”

  “Do it.” He smirked at me, calling my bluff. I shoved him and he grabbed my wrist pulling me close. We started kissing and I didn’t care about who was around as much as I thought I would.

  “Um…Mr. Sanders your table is ready,” the server’s voice broke our kiss apart. I blushed a bit as we followed her to our table. Hearing her call him Mr. Sanders reminded me that anyone from Trinity could see us at any given time. The thought quickly disappeared when we sat down and were presented with menus. I was starving.

  Xavier ordered scrambled eggs, sausage, fruit and a biscuit. I ordered a bacon and cheese omelet and a muffin. Once the server left our table, Xavier slid closer to me and lifted my dress under the table. I was seated on the inside of the booth we were at, so nobody could see what his fingers were doing to me. I slid down at an angle so he could easily slip into my pussy. My hips rocked as he circled my sensitive clit under my dress. My eyes were shut tight and I didn’t care who saw. Xavier leaned into me so only I could hear him. “You’re so fucking lucky we’re in a diner full of people or I would impale you with my dick right now.”

  I bit my bottom lip and stifled a moan in my throat. When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar face across from me in the next booth. I squirmed away from Xavier’s talented hand but he just pulled me back and placed a kiss on my neck. I slapped at him and he frowned up at me, confused. I whispered to him, “Laurel…” His eyes found hers and he swallowed hard.

  What the fuck was she doing at that diner? She just stared at us with sadness in her eyes. I knew that look it meant she was seconds off of crying. The server brought out our food and I thanked her quietly. I saw Christina approach Laurel’s table and frown at her expression, then she saw me and her mouth dropped open. She rushed over to us while Laurel all but ran out of the diner. Xavier let me out of my seat and I scanned the restaurant for her. “What the hell are you two doing here?” Chris hissed at me.

  “We were just having breakfast,” I squeaked. I couldn’t take knowing Laurel was somewhere crying so I took off after her. She was in the parking lot sitting in Chris’ car, bawling her eyes out. I knocked on the window, but she ignored me. “Open the door, Laurel.” I pled with her sadly. My stomach was twisted in knots. “Please, Laurel…” then I remembered I had the spare key to Chris’ car. I opened the door and Laurel just smacked her lips together with annoyance.

  “Is there anywhere you don’t weasel your way into?” She snapped angrily. Her nose was red and under her eyes was starting to puff from the tears. “So you’re the student Mr. Sanders was having sex with. I should’ve known.” She sniffled.

  “I’m sorry, Laurel. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

  “How should I have found out?”

  “I wanted to tell you myself.”

  “How long?” I had to tell her the truth at this point. I was already caught with his lips on my neck in public.

  “Since April…” Guilt had a steel-like grip on my stomach right then.

  “April? Really Camilla!” I wanted to reach out and hold her hand or something. I felt awful but I deserved to feel like this. There was no escaping it. “I’m not even mad that you two are…whatever you are. I’m hurt that you lied to me over and over.” Her voice cracked and gave way to more tears. It made tears well up in my eyes.

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “I don’t wanna talk to you right now Camilla.” She said softly. I just nodded my head and got out of the car. No matter how many times I apologized, it didn’t matter. Laurel was hearing none of my words. I didn’t blame her, shit.

  I went back inside with Chris and Xavier looking defeated. Chris hugged me and touched my hair. “She’ll be okay, trust me.” I was too wrapped up in the awful feeling of remorse to wonder why the hell Chris and Laurel were hanging out in the first place. Feelings are horrid things. Why do people voluntarily experience them?

  “Are you gonna be okay?” Xavier asked me once we were back at his house. He placed our to-go boxes in his fridge and sat beside me on the couch.

  “I don’t know. Should I feel this fucked up? I mean she only had a stupid ass crush on you.” I reasoned.

  “Yeah, but Laurel is so innocent. Plus you lied to her about everything.”

  “I know…I just hate her being mad at me.” Xavier pulled me onto his lap and looked into my eyes.

  “Hey, you know what?”

  “What?”

  “You’re not having a mood swing. You’re not getting angry.” He was right. I was just really fucking sad. An emotion I didn’t experience often, if ever. The last time I was actively sad, my pet hamster died and I was 7. “I’m gonna go home…I need to call my dad.” I stood up and hugged Xavier. He placed a kiss on my forehead and told me to be safe. It was too close to I love you for my liking.

  Loud ass gospel music was pumping through the speakers in the house, making me cringe
upon walking through the door. I couldn’t wait to get to my room and lock myself in there. I pulled out my laptop and Facetimed my father. He was all tanned skin and big smiles. He noticed I wasn’t though. “What’s wrong baby girl?”

  “My best friend is mad at me.”

  “Guy problems?”

  “Yup. How did you know?”

  “You are your mother’s child.” I cringed on the inside thinking about her DNA mixing around and creating me. Ugh.

  “I want you to come to Florida, Dad.” He drew back a little but smiled.

  “Really? You sure your mother is okay with that?” I flicked my hand and scoffed. “She’s not the queen of Florida. Fuck her.”

  “Camilla she’s still your mother.” He warned.

  “Oh my god Dad,” I whined sarcastically. “I know who she is and she’s the reason I didn’t know who you were, so excuse me if I have some disdain for her.”

  “Okay…calm down. When do you wanna meet up?” He changed the topic quick. Smart man.

  “Tomorrow.” He pulled his chin down to his chest.

  “Tomorrow? Why so soon?”

  “Because tomorrow is Emmanuel’s grand opening for his mega-church. I want you to come. I’ll fly you out and everything.”

  “Manny’s mega-church huh? He still playing the pastor role I see,” he smirked.

  “Playing? What does that mean?” I frowned. What other secrets was Emmanuel hiding?

  “Ah, you have to ask him baby girl.”

  “I’ll be sure to,” I smirked.

  “Look, I don’t know if coming there tomorrow is such a great idea. It could cause a lot of drama and…”

  “And bingo. I’m tired of all this hush-hush shit. I’m ready to cause some fucking drama. You’re coming tomorrow.” It tickled my soul to even picture Dana’s face when she saw my father tomorrow. God, it was such a delicious feeling.

  “Well…I guess I should pack.”

  “Yes, you should. See you tomorrow Dad.” When we hung up, I sent him his plane ticket and smiled to myself. Tomorrow was going to be amazing!

  Chapter Nineteen

  Emmanuel

  I sat at the desk in my New Grace office and poured over my sermon. I planned to talk in depth about temptation and loyalty. I’d experienced enough of both over the past few days. I told my staff that I was not to be disturbed. Not even by Camilla. So why the hell was there a knock on my door? “Go away,” I boomed.

  “C’mon Manny. I haven’t seen your ass in years, you better open up.” My hands dropped to my desktop and I tilted my head at the sound of the deep voice on the other side. “Hey pastor, you in there?” The voice chuckled.

  It couldn’t be. But knowing Camilla, it very well was.

  Trevor still looked the damn same. Dominican life was the fountain of youth evidently. We embraced with pats on the back and hearty laughter. “That damn little girl,” I shook my head and poured Trevor a drink. Yeah it was 8 in the morning but what the fuck? I’m sure we both needed it. Today was about to be one hell of a ride.

  “Little girl? Man Camilla is a beautiful woman now.” Trevor remarked, staring off into the distance.

  “That she is.” I cleared my throat and swallowed my drink. “She said she wanted to fly you out.”

  “Yeah, and I guess she gets what she wants.” Trevor sat down and shook his head.

  “Not everything,” I said under my breath.

  “Look man, I’m not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to see my daughter…and to thank you for protecting her and keeping her safe her entire life. You did good Manny. I think I’m gonna stick around for a little while though.”

  “Are you relieving me of my daddy duties?” I joked. Trevor was serious though. If he stuck around, Dana might go off the deep end. I didn’t know how well any of that would go over but Cami deserved to have Trevor in her life permanently.

  “You know you’re always gonna be in her life. I just wanna be in it too.” He looked out of the floor to ceiling window and let out a breath. “She told me that she has the same mood swing shit that Dana had where she flips out and has the pain in her head. Why didn’t you tell me?” A gloomy cloud floated over my head. My mind flashed to how close I was to having sex with Camilla last night. I rubbed my eyes to wash the image from my mind.

  “I didn’t know for sure until recently. I tried to talk to Dana about getting her help but…”

  “You know she’s delusional Manny. You can’t leave shit like that up to her. This is the same woman that ran off with my daughter to be with the man she thought could deliver her to Jesus directly.” His words stung but I didn’t feel animosity behind them. Only truth. I’d made Dana believe just like I’d made everyone else believe. Only I didn’t believe and I didn’t care to.

  Once Dana realized I was a pastor who also could fuck her like she needed to be fucked, she was sold that I was the man of her life. It wasn’t long before she told me that she wanted to move to Florida with me and start a new life.

  “I thought I could get through to her but she’s gone, Trev. She wants Camilla to give herself to the lord so he can heal her.” Trevor’s face was twisted with disgust, understandably so.

  “Can you get Camilla to voluntarily go to therapy?” He asked me, hopefully. I shrugged my shoulders in response. Images of her bent over my chair with her round ass in the air assaulted me. The way it bounced with every smack, and the moans. Oh god Camilla’s moans were addictive. I cleared my throat and focused on the flat screen TV that hung on the wall across from my desk.

  “I can try.” Trevor seemed satisfied with that, thank god.

  “Can I ask you a question, Manny?”

  “Go head,” I took another drink.

  “How the fuck did you land this big ass church? There’s a goddamn pool out there.” We both broke into laughter.

  “I know…I guess I still have the magic touch when it comes to getting sheep to follow along.” I scrolled through my iPad, glancing over my sermon, then I looked up at Trevor, thoughtfully. “Hey, Trev, if you’re planning to stick around and you need a job, I could always use some help. I’m looking for another pastor to take over when I’m not available for sermon. I’m getting ready to ink a book deal and that’s gonna mean travel. Somebody needs to be here on Sunday’s to lead the people.”

  “Aw man, you trying to get me caught up.” He cracked up laughing. “Hey, how many sexy women in the congregation?”

  “Enough trust me. There’s never a shortage of holy women willing to take dick.”

  “You ever take advantage of that?” He asked curiously. I just shook my head. Not that there hadn’t been women I’d gotten close to fucking, but I really had my nose to the grindstone. Hustling and making money was on the forefront of my mind. I knew it would be different with Trev though. He would take every advantage, and I couldn’t be mad at it.

  “I’m gonna think about that shit. I bet you make money hand over fist up in here.”

  “That I do.” I beamed.

  “Camilla said she wanted to see you before you went on.” Trevor told me.

  “That girl…” I grumbled. “I told her I didn’t wanna be disturbed. She never listens.”

  “I’m glad y’all are so close though, makes me feel like she’s been in good hands.” She was in good hands alright.

  “Yeah…” I said, “You can send her in here. Oh, Trev…sit up in the balcony please. If Dana spots you she might just have a fucking relapse and flip out.”

  “Gotcha.” He snapped his fingers and chuckled. The door closed behind my old friend and I went back to my iPad. A few minutes later, Camilla came in locking the door behind her. She was all smiles. Her hair was in long, sandy brown curls down her back, her makeup was done flawlessly, and she had on a simple white, silk dress that let me know her nipples were hard.

  “Don’t you have a sweater to go with that dress?” I raised an eyebrow looking over her curvy body.

  “Yes. It’s out there somewhere. I’ll pu
t it on before your sermon starts. Calm down.”

  “You’re really trying to make Dana have a heart attack aren’t you?”

  “Who me? Never,” A devious smile flooded her face, tugging on her full lips. Camilla sauntered over to me and draped her arms around my shoulders. “God you look so good. A pastor shouldn’t be so fine.”

  “Stop.” I moved her arms and walked away. She was not about to make shit hard for me right before I had to preach. She poked her full bottom lip out and I wanted to bite it. Shit, maybe I should.

  “Were you happy to see my dad?” She switched gears and smiled innocently at me.

  “Actually yeah. It was good to see Trev.”

  “How do you think Dana’s gonna react?” She looked so pleased with herself.

  “She’s gonna be mad Camilla.”

  “Wonderful!” Her laughter bounced off the walls.

  “Did your dad tell you he wanted to hang around for a while?”

  “Yeah, I think it’ll be cool.”

  “So, can I talk to you about something?” Her eyes lit up like I told her I was going to finally give her some dick. I was about to burst that bubble though. “Would you be interested in going to talk to a therapist?” The delight fell from her face. It was so reminiscent of when I first broached the topic with Dana.

  “Seriously? Should I tell a therapist about how I wanna fuck the man I thought was my daddy?” I hated when she said shit like that. Like it was my fault she set her sights on my dick. I wanted to give her another spanking, but I didn’t have time to make her cum all over her silk dress, so I warned her instead.

  “You need another ass whooping?” I watched her cheeks flush pink as she looked down at her shoes. Seeing her blush and act shy made my dick hard. Knowing I could dominate her made it hard not to. Knowing I could tame her and calm her wild ass down stirred temptation in me that shouldn’t have been there.

  “I’ve never had an orgasm like that without fucking. How do you keep doing that shit to me? It drives me crazy.” Her pouty little lips and soft voice propelled me forward, closer to her. Her real father was here now; I’d been relieved of being Camilla’s stand in dad. Her breathing got heavier the closer I got to her. My fingers curled around the back of her neck and I pulled her close to my face. I could smell her fruity perfume.