I swing giddily over Claude's shoulder. Where are we going, exactly? Daddy?" I had a good laugh as he roughly lowers me into his car.
He leans in through the window after slamming the door shut, almost catching my fingertips in the process.
He yells, "You are to stay here until we are done at the beach, you hear me!" I asked, "What are you, Dad? He's dead, I say, and it's a shame.
He adds, "Get out of this car, and you'll be disciplined." I slide the door open, step out of the car, and lean against it, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You called me a slut, so why not give me permission to act the part?" I pout.
His hands ball into fists, and he rapidly wraps one of them around my neck, squeezing till I can't breathe.
You've made it to the point where he exclaims, "I just want to wring your neck out" because of your attitude.
I cup my palm over the pattern on his underwear and move my fingers down his stomach.
As I suffocate, I manage to mutter, "Someone gets turned on by strangling me," while simultaneously rolling my eyes.
He queries, "What did I say about other men touching you?"
I give a little shrug. "Like I would listen to you when other women get to touch you," I scoff, my voice cracking.
I start to breathe again as soon as he takes his fingers off my throat.
"Your little addiction to me is getting out of hand, you are making a fool of yourself," he warns. I need to talk to Fernando, not you, so please step aside.
He scowls and shoves me back into the car, this time the rear seat: "We are going back now, and when we get there, we are going into my tent, and I am not letting you leave until you are only able to crawl out."
Like previously when he broke my fingers, he slams the door and almost catches my feet.
After waiting for a while, he climbs into the driver's seat to get our belongings.
The rest of the group has already loaded up their cars and is prepared to go. It won't take long to go to the Circus from here; we're just two blocks away.
This section of road roughly corresponds to where I was walking when Elijah collided with me.
You'll be exhausted long before I can do more than crawl, I scoff from the middle seat. There was "no one said I'd be doing anything to you that'll please either of us," he says.
With a pout, "No, i'm just saying you being an old man and all that you would want your whittle daytime nap," I tease.
As he parks the car in the lot close to the Circus, he yells at me, "You are getting on my nerves, shut the fuck up!"
With his face twitching in wrath, he gets out of the car and pulls me out of the rear, then he puts me over his shoulder.
He is easily provoked.
I'm thrown onto his bed as soon as he sets up his tent, and I bounce off.
His hand slaps over my face, causing my chest to rise and fall. However, he continues on. Every time he smacks me, I cry out in pain.
He grabs me by the neck and slams me back into the bed, shouting, "I'm getting sick of you, you are more stubborn than a fucking toddler!"
He presses his face into mine, and I fight tooth and nail to suppress a grin.
Clearly, he's really angry right now.
Grumbling, "You are lucky I haven't killed you, I should be getting a call any day to get interviewed about how Melissa has died from a chemical reaction," he continues, "You are lucky I haven't killed you."
Feel thankful that I have preserved your life.
He rolls me onto my stomach, raises my rear end in the air, and presses my back down.
I overhear him taking his belt off. Is this thing really happening? I can feel his belt getting tight around my ankles.
Then he takes both of my hands in his and repeats the process with another belt. Having him vent his frustrations on me is thrilling.
He yanks my swimsuit away from me by the strings.
The chill of the air makes my neck stiff.
Since my hands are tied behind my back, the weight of my body is pressing on the mattress, and it hurts my head.
There is a brief rustle that quickly fades into silence. Did he just leave me here by myself?Clau-" I screamed softly into the bed. Did that scumbag just spank me? But not in the middle of the floor between my legs.
You can feel the heat.
Is that a whip that Gwen uses in her acts?
He has been lashing my lower body, leaving my ass raw and my pussy throbbing with pain, while I have been crying into the mattress.
I won't deny that it's entertaining.
He firmly runs the whip up between my folds, then lets go and whips it back with great force.
My lower body shakes and I cry out in agony. The belt around my ankles is unbuckled, and he flips me over. My arms are still bound behind my back, so I twist and puff to loosen the knots.
He carefully separates my legs and slips between them.
His hand glides between my legs while he kisses my jaw, moves down to my neck, and sucks forcefully.
With a deep breath in, I push my back up off the bed.
Finally, he reached out and touched me.
His lips leave imprints on my collarbone as his fingers begins to slowly circle my clit. I do a hip roll.
He is moving too slowly! I moan, "Don't tease me."
"No, you've been a brat," he snaps at me.
When he tries to retreat, I secure him in place by wrapping my legs around his. "Please! And I promise to behave myself!
He takes hold of my knees and pushes them apart, pinning my legs to the bed. He gets up out of bed. "Since you've been such a spoiled brat, you can watch me have an orgasmic experience with Gwen."
That's not true, I reply; Gwen is already married to William. He says, "Camila it is," releases my hands, and leaves.
After changing out of my wet clothes, I leave the pool.