How could I ever compete with a father figure? I needed time to think. First I had to reassure Camilla that I did indeed still love her, even though she was as twisted a mangled bedspring. I knelt down in front of her, crying and beautiful, and kissed her forehead. “Camilla…look at me.” She raised her eyes to meet mine. “I still love you. This is a lot to deal with, but I still love you. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to compete with your stepfather. I need some time to think.” She cried even harder.
“I told you! I told you that you wouldn’t be able to love me after this!” She was hysterical, her arms were flying around and her eyes were bloodshot. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head and just held her until she finally stopped crying.
“Do you love me, Camilla?”
“Yes.” She sniffled, her voice hoarse.
“Then let’s just be exclusive. Just me and you.” It was a shot in the dark, but I had to try. She looked up at me with remnants of tears hanging on her lashes like I was speaking French.
“I don’t think either one of us can do that.” Her voice was thick from all the crying, and her nose was completely clogged. My mind flashed to how easy it was for me to have sex with someone that wasn’t Camilla and I felt guilt stabbing at me. Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this type of shit either. If I offered Camilla exclusivity and I couldn’t deliver, it would crush her.
“Well what do you want us to do?” I asked.
“Just…be. I just want you to be you and I want to be me. I don’t even know what that means right now.” She admitted in a defeated tone. “I don’t even know half of myself.” She stared off at something nobody could see but her. I felt the anger in my chest start to lift the more I looked at her.
“I know…you got a lot going on, kid.” I touched her chin. She nodded in agreement.
“A whole side of my family that I didn’t know existed, a psychotic mother, and you. You’re my safe place. I don’t want to lose that.” She sat down on the couch but I pulled her over to me. In that moment I saw a woman who was scared and vulnerable. Something I’d never seen in Camilla before. She was always tough and impenetrable. Now she was unraveled and hurting.
I knew if I gave into my anger and ego that I would be breaking her very fragile heart. I couldn’t do that because no matter how fucked up she was, I loved her.
“You won’t lose me, baby. We’ll figure this shit out. I don’t know how but we will.” I assured her.
“Okay.” She sniffled and laid her head on my chest and I felt my heart swell. I wanted to protect her, but dealing with her relationship with Emmanuel was going to be hard as hell. I’d seen him many times while I worked at Trinity and he was a huge man with an even bigger persona. He had a fucking untouchable air around him, and he had Camilla in his grip. I knew he wasn’t letting go, but fuck it. Neither was I.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Emmanuel
It was 2 in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. I was stressed out about my assistant pastors flaking on me at the last minute leaving me to preach every Sunday in the month of August. I had no time to work on my upcoming book, which had a deadline of October.
Slowly Dana’s things were disappearing into the pool house, and the only time we saw each other was when I had to preach and we had to put on a show. My room was shifting into a bachelor’s den. Looking over at my closet door I saw Camilla’s bra hanging on the knob. When I pictured her breasts and her stiff nipples my dick stood up faster than I could grab my phone to call her. “Hello?” Her voice was hushed and sleepy.
“You need to come home,” I told her.
"Now?" She exhaled and I heard movement on the other end.
“Now.” I ended the call and waited for her to get here. I didn’t like waiting at all. If I had my way, she’d still be in her room down the hall but she wanted to stay with Trevor and I didn’t object. He’s her father and they needed to form a relationship.
I still wanted her when I had urges though. She was so sweet, like honey in human form. I had no damn moderation when it came to Camilla. I either wanted to consume her whole, or I ignored her for work. She didn’t seem to mind though. It was like a game to her. She loved seeing how far she could push me, or how long before she could grab my attention. I allowed it because I needed the distraction most of the time, but she still needed to learn how to calm down.
She would no doubt get us caught if she wasn’t careful. Whenever we were at New Grace, she always walked into my office, locking the door behind her before she sat in my lap. She acted as if she owned the place and I was her dick on a platter. It made me angry but it made me want to fuck her into submission too.
It took her 20 minutes to crawl in bed beside me. She wore a silk camisole and a pair of black, lace panties. Her hair was wild and loose all over her head. I wanted a fistful of it. “Hi Emmanuel,” she whispered in my ear. My dick strained to get to her. I growled and placed her petite frame on my hard dick. Only the fabric of our clothes separated us.
“Oh my god…” she whimpered when it stabbed her. I smirked and pulled it out. Her small hands immediately started to stroke it. The faster she went, the closer I came to shooting my cum all over her stomach. I held on to my control though. I wanted to cum in her pretty mouth.
She was so good at sucking my dick. Her lips were so full and soft, and even though she could take all of me in her throat, her small mouth made my dick feel like King Kong. “Put your mouth on my dick,” I commanded.
“Am I still on punishment?” She pouted. I was tired of talk though. I needed to feel her mouth on me. I grabbed that fistful of hair I’d been wanting since she walked in, and guided her towards my cock. She got the message and started working her magic. Up and down, her head bobbed and her mouth slurped. It sounded so sexy. When I felt the head of my dick touch the back of her throat, I pushed her head down just a bit more until she came back up making gagging noises.
“Good…choke on it,” I told her. Saliva dripped from her bottom lip onto my hard, glistening dick. I made her lick it off slowly and then I put her mouth back on my erection. Electric pulses shot through me the closer I got to coming. Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I flooded her mouth with hot cum. “Shit…” I groaned as I emptied myself into her. She stayed still and drank every drop too. It was like she lived for it. The hungry look in her eyes made it hard for me not to fuck her, but she was indeed still on punishment.
Once I came, I could finally get some sleep. I could hear the angry sighs of Camilla next to me as I closed my eyes. She wanted an orgasm too. Normally she would’ve gotten one first but not while she was being bad. I just chuckled to myself and drifted off to sleep.
Camilla was gone in the morning, but I found her showering in her room. Sometimes she could be a good girl. I sat on her bed and watched her climb out of the shower naked. Beads of water formed on her soft golden skin. Her curves were so dangerous. I shook my head thinking about what she’d awakened in me. I hadn’t been this carnal and voracious in a long time. I even had to tailor my sermons to sound like I used to because now that the beast was out, it even seeped through to my work.
“Jesus Christ!” Camilla jumped when she spotted me on her bed. I smirked at her.
“Close, but not exactly.”
“Asshole,” she laughed. “What are you doing in my room? What if your wife walks in?” I stood and towered over her. My sheer height made her bite down on her bottom lip lustfully. I moved a wet lock of hair from her face and pulled her in for a kiss. She pressed her naked body against me and my dick became erect. Camilla had some sort of spell on me. It wasn’t just the other way around. She was becoming my drug too. I had to pull away before I pushed her down and thrust my cock inside of her. She had about 40 more minutes of punishment left.
“You’re coming with me to New Grace,” I told her before heading down the hall.
“Do you even care that I have a life, Emmanuel?!” She shouted after me. I ignore
d her and went to start the truck.
I created some busy work for Camilla to do so it wouldn’t seem odd for her to always be there with me. I told my staff that she was interning for me until she started college in the fall. The lie was met with ‘aww’ and ‘how sweet’.
I allowed her to drive her own car to the church so she could leave at her will. She showed up about 15 minutes after me. Camilla’s scent filled my office up only after 5 minutes of her being there. My eyes dropped to her plump, thick camel toe, very visible in the white leggings and New Grace Ministries t-shirt she wore. “You had to wear that shit?” I groaned.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I went the dutiful daughter route.” She beamed. She held her hands up and spun in a small circle giving me a glimpse of her perfect ass. Dammit. I moved to the office door and locked it quickly.
“Punishment is over,” I grumbled. I tugged at my belt and slacks until my erection sprang out. In one motion, I pulled Camilla’s leggings down and bent her over my desk. She shoved papers and gadgets out of the way. I knew she intended to get fucked right on that desk because she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was slick and wet when I pushed my dick inside. I let out a groan immediately. It was purely involuntary and I had to catch myself. She felt so good though. The feeling was more than mutual because Camilla squealed out so loud I had to grab her by the throat to shut her up. It only made her wetter. Such a nasty bitch.
It had been days since I felt her tight little pussy, and I missed it so much. Once I got her moans under control, I grabbed on to her full hips and slammed into her hard. She whimpered but it wasn’t loud. “I’m gonna cum, Emmanuel. I’m gonna cum!” She whispered.
“Good. I want you to cum all over my dick, Camilla.” I grunted in her ear. My fingers dug so deep into her waist that I left marks. Neither of us would care though. We both came together. My dick throbbed inside of her walls making her squeeze every bit of cum from me. “Shit, Camilla…” I panted.
Her sex had me high. I couldn’t even put up a front about it. Dana hadn’t even been this intense. Dana was different though. I actually was in love with her. Maybe the lack of love made sex so intense and carnal with Camilla. I knew neither of us was worried about each other’s feelings.
“I need more, Emmanuel.” She whined as I zipped my pants up. My dick was still wet from her. I slid my belt on and smiled. She was actually pouting and tugging on my pants. There was an unexpected knock on my door.
“Stop,” I told her sternly. She sucked her teeth but obeyed. She disappeared into my private bathroom, and I went to open the door. Mary was standing on the other side with a frown on her brown face. Wrinkles had set in on her skin, but there were still remnants of the beauty from her youth.
“Why is your door locked, Pastor? I didn’t think you were working on sermons today.”
“Ah…yeah, I just needed some time to focus.” I glanced over my shoulder at the bathroom, hoping Camilla would keep her ass in there. “Any word from the preachers in Orlando?” I asked, letting her in the office.
“Not yet, but I’m sure we’ll get a response soon. New Grace is too big for every preacher in a 50-mile radius not to hop on it.” She was right. I glanced at the bathroom again and played it off like I was searching for my notes. Camilla was staying put. Good girl.
“Mary, can you go get my sermon notes for Sunday? I left them all the way in the west meeting room.” She looked at me incredulously but she did as I asked. I watched until she was down the hall and then I knocked on the bathroom door.
“Is the coast clear?” She smiled.
“Yeah, come on out.” I sighed. “I can’t keep fucking you here. It’s too risky.”
“I like when you fuck me here. I feel so…naughty.” I shook my head and sat at my desk.
“Is that right?” I raised my eyebrows at her. I had thoughts of fucking her right on top of my crystal podium with my name etched on it while I etched my name inside of her. I pushed those thoughts far back in my head and pressed the pads of my fingers together. “Let’s not be reckless. Okay?”
“Okay,” she nodded.
“You still with the boyfriend?” I couldn’t help poking fun at her. She usually got so mad.
“Yeah,” she smiled softly. She didn’t deny him this time. I lifted my gaze to her. “It’s complicated…but yeah.”
“Good. Don’t let this situation between us cloud your relationship with him.” I told her truthfully. Even though I was addicted to her body and having sex with her, I didn’t want her to become so consumed with us that she let it ruin what she had with Xavier. Even though I knew he would hate me, I had nothing against the young man. If he could make Camilla happy and give her whatever else she needed I was okay with it.
“Why do you even want me if you don’t want anything but sex?” She asked. I did a quick sweep of my office, making sure nobody was in earshot.
“Lower your voice in here,” I frowned. “You know why I want this.” My own voice was low and quiet as I spoke. “It’s something that has to run its course now, Camilla. It feeds another part of me that I haven’t seen in a very long time.”
“The dark parts?” She asked, knowingly. I just nodded my head.
“Me too.” She admitted. “It’s so forbidden that it’s addictive.”
“Exactly. That’s also why we have to be careful. You need to keep up with your life and I’ll do the same.”
“Just come when you call…” She smirked.
“Yes. Just come when I call.”
“Pastor, I didn’t see any notes in the west meeting room.” Mary frowned at me and I feigned forgetfulness. “Hello, Miss Camilla.”
“Hi, Mary.”
“Um…Daddy, I’m gonna go home and grab something real quick. I’ll be right back.”
“Wait up, Cami.” I followed her down the hall beside the east exit. “Dana is getting some more of her things out of the house. You might wanna avoid going in there for a few hours. I can find some work here for you to do.”
“I want to run into her.” She said deviously.
“Don’t start any shit, Camilla.”
“Why not? She started shit my entire life.” She fumed. “Does she still think we’re fucking?” She had a glint in her eye that made me nervous for their next encounter.
“Yes.”
“Did you tell her we were?”
“Hell no. Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m sick and tired of her thinking the life she connived to get is still so perfect. I want her to know it’s in shambles.”
“I think she gets that by living in the pool house.”
“I think she’ll get it more if she knows I’m fucking…” I looked over my shoulders and then up at the cameras before yanking her out of sight. I pushed her against a hidden wall and put my hands on either side of her. Her eyes widened, but I knew it wasn’t fear at all. “Camilla shut the fuck up about that. Okay?”
“No.” She spat defiantly. “She already said she wouldn’t divorce you because God told her it was wrong so…who cares?”
“I have an image to uphold and I’m not about to let you and your mother’s catty shit get in the middle of it.”
“Then you shouldn’t be fucking both of us.” Anger surged through me and I had to fight the urge to punch a hole in the wall beside her head.
“I’m not,” I said through gritted teeth. I didn’t like the sound of me saying I was only screwing Camilla so I remained silent.
“Close enough.” She shrugged and folded her arms loosely across her middle.
“Camilla if you go in there and tell your mother about this, you will be cut off.” She feigned shock and put her dainty hand over her lips.
“Oh, no…how will I ever survive without your money?” I watched her stifle back a laugh before I continued.
“Not from my money. From my dick.” That wiped the smile from her pretty little face quick. I knew that she craved me, and threatening to cut her off from
me had the desired effect. Her posture turned soft and she shook her head.
“Don’t be like that.” She whimpered. “You know I need…” She wouldn’t let herself finish the statement. But she was being bad…again, so I made her finish it.
“Say it,” I ordered.
“I need you.”
“You need my what?” I closed my fingers around her slender neck and squeezed.
“Your dick.” I released my grip and she moved closer to me. I pushed her back to the wall. She was coming along just fine. Pulling for me when she wasn’t near me. Wanting me in spite of being involved with someone she seemed to love. Obeying me when I called her. She just needed to watch her fucking mouth.
“Then keep your mouth shut when you see Dana.”
“She already knows though!”
“Let her think whatever she wants. Confirmation is a different story. Do you understand me?” She didn’t say anything, she just grumbled under her breath.
“Camilla. Answer me.”
“Yes.” She pouted.
I didn't get home until very late that night. Camilla was out, and Chris was still holed up with Laurel. I walked out to the pool house to check on Dana. She was organizing her perfumes by the designer. She looked over her shoulder and frowned at me. “What do you want, Manny?”
“We need to figure out our situation,” I told her, running a hand over my close cut hair.
“Our situation? Manny, we’re married. What else is there to figure out? We are not getting a divorce.”
“No. We can’t afford to do that in the public eye. It would be too messy.” I sat on the small loveseat and stretched my arms across the back.
“Is that the only reason you don’t want a divorce? Because it would be too messy in the public eye?”
“Yes,” I answered sharply. “The way I’ve let your deception run rampant is ridiculous. It should’ve stopped a long time ago. You know it.”
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