Twisted Intentions

by Danielle James

  Dana was in the pool house, just as instructed by Emmanuel. When she saw me tagging along behind him, she tensed and refused to look at me. “Talk to your daughter, now Dana.” He gave me a little push towards her.

  “What daughter? All I see is a demonic slut.” I grumbled under my breath before lunging at her, trying to grab her hair, punch her, something! Emmanuel grabbed me by my waist, lifting me in the air.

  “Stop this shit!” He shouted.

  “I’m not talking to her! She already said she only has one daughter, so fuck her.”

  “I want you out of my house, and away from my husband.” Dana seethed.

  “We are not having sex, Dana. Calm down.” He assured her. I wasn’t sure why he was trying to appease her she didn’t deserve it.

  “You’re doing something! Why is her neck all marked up, Manny? Huh? I know those marks. I used to have the same marks on me!” Emmanuel was getting visibly angry, and I wasn’t sure why. I just stood back and watched, not sure if I should throw it in her face that her husband wanted to put his dick in me. The only thing that stopped me was Emmanuel. I knew he didn’t want me to do that.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Emmanuel

  When Dana conveniently threw it in my face that I used to bite her as well it was hard for me not to fly off the handle. That statement right there told me all of her delusions were voluntary. She knew full well that religion had nothing to do with her getting the help she needed. She knew how hard we’d worked to get her shit under control but she was choosing not to be there for Camilla. She chose to ignore her daughter just to continue to ignore her own past.

  Dana was lost to me at that moment.

  She looked at Camilla with so much vitriol that I regretted even bringing the girl in there to try talking. I thought that maybe being in a private setting with just the three of us would help. But there really was no helping this situation. I was going to have to handle it myself.

  One glance at Camilla and I could see she was fighting off another episode. The girl had become stronger over the past weeks, but right now the anger was building up in her. Shit, it was building up in me too. I wanted to punch something.

  Dana hurled insults at Camilla and I had to physically restrain her from knocking Dana’s head off her shoulders. The smug look on Dana’s face let me know she knew I wouldn’t let Camilla at her. I was trying to keep the peace. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to let Cami loose on her though.

  It took a lot of strength but finally, I pulled Camilla from the pool house before things got physical. I took her back to me and Dana’s room on the top floor of the house. She was breathing rapid and shallow and it scared me the way she whined and winced at the pain in her head. I laid her on the huge bed and offered her water. Tears spilled out the sides of her eyes and pooled in the hollow parts of her ears.

  “Look at me! Come on, you can pull through this shit!” I cupped her face in my hands and she whimpered. “What do you want me to do, Camilla?” I asked, looking down at her.

  “Make me feel better…” It makes me a twisted fuck, but my dick started waking up knowing exactly what she meant. My throat went dry and I nodded my head.

  The beast had been poked one too many fucking times.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Camilla

  I just needed the pressure to stop. I needed to feel the pain that Emmanuel was so good at delivering to me. He was positioned over top of my body, just barely holding on to that last shred of decency. I practically saw when the last thread popped and that sleeping beast he spoke of woke up. I didn’t have to tell him anything else other than I needed him to make it feel better.

  He lifted my dress around my hips and parted my thighs with a carnal strength. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, making me moan out. Next his lips and teeth were on my inner thigh. The shock of pain ripped through me and pushed the pressure from my head. It started to flow back in when Emmanuel placed his lips on top of my pussy lips. I could feel my wetness starting to dribble out and he lapped it up like it was honey. I gasped at how good his tongue felt on me. My pussy pulsed under the pressure. He found my clit quickly with his lips and sucked on it until my back arched off the bed. When he placed his teeth on my sensitive bundle of nerves I screamed so loud my throat roared with fire. It hurt so fucking good I could have cried.

  There was no more pressure in my head. All the pressure was building in my pussy. It felt like I was going to burst. I’ve never felt such a sweet pain. My cunt clenched hard and sent a stream of liquid shooting out of me. He made me squirt.

  Oh my fucking Jesus.

  I gasped in shock, lifting my head up to make sure that gush of fluid came from me. Emmanuel slurped up the slippery liquid and thrust his fingers deep inside of me.

  “Squirt on me again.” He wasn’t asking, he wasn’t saying it sweetly. He told me to.

  “I-I don’t think I can.” I said hoarsely.

  “I said…do it.” His fingers curled upwards inside of me and I felt the pressure building again, like I was going to split wide open. “Squirt for me Camilla. That shit tastes so sweet.” He lapped at my pussy and applied hard pressure inside of me. Another stream squirted up and he drank it like he was at a water fountain. “Good girl.” He growled.

  “How?” I panted breathlessly. He ignored my questions and laid on his back.

  “You feel better don’t you?” He asked. I nodded my head quickly. I was afraid if I didn’t answer him right away he’d leave me and I was so hooked I felt like the biggest junkie on Earth.

  “Good.” He nodded. “Crawl over here and suck my dick.” My chest rose and fell quickly with anticipation. On my hands and knees I crawled across the bed, my silk dress drenched and clinging to my skin. His dick seemed thicker and bigger than it had before. It popped out from his linen pants and I forced myself not to show fear.

  How many times had I sucked a dick?

  I was a pro.

  Then why did I have butterflies in my stomach?

  I must’ve stared at it for too long, because Emmanuel grabbed my hair, making me whine in pain and making my nipples stand at attention. “You wanna be my little nasty bitch right?” I nodded quietly. “Act like it. You’re a big girl now, Camilla.” He guided my head down on his huge dick and I took him in my mouth.

  Get it together Camilla!

  I wrapped my mind around something that big sliding down the back of my throat and braced myself as I deep throated him. He let my hair go so he could enjoy the sensation as my throat squeezed involuntarily around his cock. When I felt him pulse in my mouth I just knew he was going to cum but he didn’t. He pulled his throbbing dick out of my mouth and peeled my dress off.

  “Nah, I’ve been fighting all this time trying not to fuck you…I’m not coming in your mouth. You’re gonna give me that pussy.” His hand went to my throat and I felt warm juices slipping out of my cunt down my thighs. I wanted to give him everything.

  “Tell me you want me to take it,” he instructed. His grip tightened and I fought to swallow.

  “I want you to take it,” I creaked out.

  “You like this shit, don’t you Camilla?” He put his free hand between my legs and drew back glistening fingers. He licked the my juices off of each finger while I watched, trembling with want. “Look at how wet your pussy is.” He released my throat and I sucked in a breath like it was my last, but I instantly wanted to feel him choking me again. “I should’ve fucked you a long time ago…” He grunted as he pulled me over to him. He sucked on my neck and massaged my swollen clit with his thick fingers.

  “Emmanuel,” I moaned loudly. He stopped and looked down into my eyes with a mischievous glint.

  “Emmanuel?” He chuckled dryly. “Call me what you want to call me, Camilla.” My cheeks burned bright and I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows at my defiance and slapped my bare ass…hard. I yelped and he sank his teeth into my neck. My eyes rolled up in my head from the sensation. “Say it.” He gro
wled through clenched teeth. My head yanked back when he tugged a handful of hair.

  Another smack.

  “I can’t!” I whined. He let my hair go and pushed me over the edge of the bed so my ass was in the air.

  “Oh, now you can’t? You talked so much shit, and now you can’t?” Another smack, and another. I was yelping and moaning at the same time. Emmanuel slowly parted my pussy lips and rubbed the thick head of his dick on my clit. I shivered upon contact. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

  “Yes, please.” He was teasing me and it was torture.

  “You not acting like it.” He circled my opening with his head, making me drip all over him. “This pussy is so wet, goddammit.”

  “Please fuck me, Emmanuel.” I didn’t care if I was begging. I needed him inside of me.

  “Say it, Camilla.” My stomach twisted in a knot and I gave in.

  “Fuck me, Daddy.” He plunged his dick inside of me and I’ve never felt such ecstasy in my life. He gripped my hips and gave me all of his big, hard dick. For the first time, I tried to scramble across the bed away from his powerful strokes. He held me so tight that I couldn’t run if my life depended on it though. I screamed so loud, that if Dana were in the house, there would be no more doubting if I was fucking her husband.

  “Camilla you better stop playing and give me this pussy,” He growled. I pushed my ass back on him and he made a noise of approval. Once I adjusted to his length and girth I was able to bounce my ass back on him, matching his thrusts.

  I felt my cunt wrapping itself around him tighter, and tighter and I knew I was getting ready to cum for the millionth time. He felt it too and it was too much for him to control. I squeezed tighter and tighter until he groaned then his dick twitched and swelled inside of me. He poured his hot seed inside of me and I let out another lustful scream. He stayed inside of me until he stopped pulsing. When he finally pulled out, I fell limp on the bed. Emmanuel slapped my ass and kissed my forehead. “Good girl, Camilla,” was the last thing I heard before I passed out asleep.

  Twenty-One

  Emmanuel

  I fucked Camilla in my bedroom, in the bed I shared with my wife. I looked over at her and she was so sound asleep that she didn’t budge when I took a shower, or when I went out to get Chinese food and came back. Her ass was still in the same spot. I debated whether to wake her up or not because I didn’t know what kind of guilt would fill me up once I saw her eyes. I didn’t know if she would think just because I fucked her good that she was in love with me.

  Christina sent me texts telling me she was fine and that she wanted to come home to get clothes. I told her I’d leave the door unlocked for her. Beside me on the bed, Camilla stirred. She moaned a little in her sleep. I was still horny so my dick responded to her noises.

  Fucking her was the most intense shit I’ve experienced in a long time. Her pussy was so wet and she came on command like a good little nasty bitch. If she wanted domination, I could give her that shit in spades. I’d become unhinged after everything that happened. The only thing I cared about was Christina. I mean, I cared about Camilla too but it wasn’t romantic. I didn’t want to take her out on dates or shower her with gifts and kisses. I wanted her pussy.

  I wanted it on demand, and I didn’t expect to be kept waiting. I didn’t care if she had a boyfriend. I didn’t care if people were around. If we were in church or in the kitchen…I expected her to give it to me when I wanted it and I knew she would. I just didn’t know if it would come with puppy love. Now that I’d experienced sex with her though, nothing was going to stop me from getting it over and over until we had run our course.

  Dana and I had run our course that was the only reason she was celibate. Not because she was a devout Christian but because once I saw the fire die in her I no longer wanted to have sex with her. She lacked passion. She never learned to balance between manic, nympho mood swings and normal sex. But if I could mold Camilla in a way I couldn’t mold her mother, then I would have a fuck buddy for life and it would be our little secret.

  A soft knock on my bedroom door made my muscles tense. I looked over my shoulder at a naked Camilla, her brown hair spilled over the crisp white pillows and her thick ass, poking out from under the blanket. Quickly I covered her up to her neck and cracked open the bedroom door. It was Christina. “Uh…hey, baby.” I kissed her forehead and moved so her view of the room was blocked. Lucky for me she came up to my chest. It didn’t stop her from trying to peep inside anyway.

  “Where’s Cami? She’s not in her room. Is she here? Or did she go to Xavier’s already…” The guilty look on her face let me know she’d slipped up and said a name she wasn’t supposed to.

  Xavier. Must be the boyfriend.

  I raised my eyebrow to feign concern and she slapped her hand over her mouth.

  “Daddy, please don’t tell Cami I mentioned him to you. She would kill me!”

  “Okay. Deal. Now, you tell me who Xavier is.” I honestly didn’t give a shit who he was but I had to play the concerned dad part or she’d get suspicious. Christina’s shoulders sagged in defeat.

  “He’s a guy she’s been seeing.”

  “Older?” I already knew the answer to that. Camilla never went after boys her age. Chris nodded her head. Something was lingering though. I stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind me gently. “And what else about Xavier?” I quizzed. Chris held her hands behind her back and shifted from side to side.

  “Daddy…Cami will be so mad if I just tell you all of her business. You two are close, can’t you ask her?” Her whines were nothing like Camilla’s; they grated on my nerves.

  “I’m asking you, Christina.” I said, folding my arms.

  “Okay, okay…I’m telling her you made me tell though.” She warned. At this point it was all for show anyway. “He used to teach at Trinity.” She blurted. I was caught off guard by that one. The shocked expression on my face was genuine.

  “A teacher? What did he teach?”

  “Biblical philosophy.” I snapped my fingers upon recognition.

  “Sanders? He was a sub wasn’t he?”

  “Yeah, he was full time for like two weeks before Mr. Lomax fired him.” More genuine shock.

  “He’s the one that got fired for…fucking…for uh, having sex with a student. Let me guess…Cami was the student.” I sighed and shook my head. What the fuck had her little badass gotten into at that school? Wait…Sanders got fired for fucking Camilla, the same day I rushed to the school because she’d fainted. Lomax tagged along until the paramedics drove off. He was a dutiful principal but…something wasn’t right. I looked at my daughter and scratched my head. “Chris…was Cami messing around with anyone else in Trinity?” Her reaction told me everything. Raised eyebrows, wide eyes, and a gaped mouth. Camilla was fucking Lomax too. Goddammit.

  “Okay, I won’t pry anymore.” I sighed and patted the top of her head. “Go get your stuff before your mother notices you’re home.”

  “Can I use your card while I’m at Laurel’s?” She gave me the puppy dog eyes and I groaned.

  “Okay…give me a minute.” I slipped back into my room and grabbed one of my credit cards from my wallet, keeping my eye trained on the door. Camilla stirred again and I hurried back out into the hall. Christina craned her neck to see inside for some reason, she was being nosey as hell. “What are you trying to see exactly?” I laughed.

  “Whatever you’re hiding in your room…or whoever,” Now she was the one folding her arms and raising her brows. Damn her for looking like me.

  “What the hell do you mean who?”

  “It looked like somebody was in the bed when you went in there. I know you put mom out, so…who’s in there?”

  “That’s enough Christina. You’re minding grown people’s business now. Get your things and go back to Laurel’s house.” I tilted my head and eyed her curiously for a moment. “Why are you and Laurel so close all of a sudden?”

  “We’re just…hanging out
.” She kissed me and sped away quickly on her little feet. It was evident that there was more than friendship afoot between them but I would let her tell me in her own time.

  When I went back into the bedroom, Camilla was sitting up in bed, stretching. The blanket fell down to her lap, baring her supple breasts. Her nipples looked like brown sugar pebbles and I wanted to bite them. “Hey,” she smiled.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I sat next to her and tried to gauge her expression. She seemed neutral but satisfied.

  “Nothing…I’m starving though. You got food?” She perked up and crawled over to me happily. She looked good on all fours.

  “Chinese. I got you lo mein.” I knew it was her favorite. “We need to talk Cami,” I blew out a breath and tried to concentrate on her eyes instead of her titties. She shoved lo mein in her mouth and nodded her head. “What we’re doing…it’s not a relationship. I don’t want you like that…I want you, but…”

  “I’m not trying to be your girlfriend, Emmanuel.”

  “Good. Because I don’t want that shit.”

  “What do you want?” She asked in between bites.

  “Your pussy. I just want to fuck you…but I want to have control of you.” A lustful look rippled from her to me. “Can you handle that?”

  “Um…yeah.” I took her face in my hand firmly and she dropped her plastic fork.

  “I’m serious, Camilla. When you’re with Xavier and I call you? You better come.” I could see the shock in her eyes at the mention of his name. She tried to pull away from me but I wouldn’t let her move.

  “How the hell do you know about Xavier?”

  “Don’t worry about it. I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend or not, I just know that when I call, you come.” She blinked a few times and then nodded in agreement. “Are you still fucking Lomax?” I frowned, letting her face go.

  “Fuck no.” She paused, “How did you know about him?”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I said again. “Eat, then get in the shower. Okay?”