After taking a bath, Camilla went back to the room that was given to her and found clothes to wear placed on the bed. She gasped when she picked them up. It was a red lace lingerie set with a sheer fabric that barely covered anything. She held it and rolled her eyes, then called the maid.
"Elena!." She yelled on the top of her voice, and within a few seconds, the maid came rushing.
"What is it, my lady?." She asked, panting since she ran, thinking something bad might have happened.
"What are these?" Camila asked, pointing at the lingerie set.
"Those were the clothes boss ordered me to give you, my lady.. I mean, Mrs Camilla." She corrected, remembering she allowed her to address her by her name.
Camilla grunted and bit her lower lip hard."Okay, thanks. You can go."
As soon as Elena left, she sat on the bed and sighed. It's either she wore the stupid lingerie or she remained naked, which was quiet worse, so she decided to wear the lingerie instead, and oh boy. It sat perfectly well on her tiny but curvaceous body. She wondered how he knew the perfect size for her, or maybe Elena was the one who bought it? Even so, how could it be the perfect size. Either way, she let out a proud smile wearing it. She never knew she was that sexy. She went to a mirror in the room and began glancing at herself, turning round and round. The red lingerie matched her red hair, which she let loose to hang on her shoulders.
"I'm so hot." She whispered in a hot breath, gracefully touching her curves and feeling them.
"Yes, you are." She was snapped out of her thoughts by a hoarse voice that came from nowhere.
"Indeed, beautiful." The voice continued, ringing close to her ears. That's when she felt his hands wrapping around her tummy from behind, and she glanced at the mirror to see Carlos behind her.
'When did he get behind me?' She mused with an eye roll.
"Pajarito Rojo." He whispered in Spanish, and she could feel her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline.
"What the hell does that mean?" She asked, feeling annoyed by the pet name.
"Aren't you Spanish?" Carlos asked, with a bit confused tone.
She shook her head. "Im not. I'm Wasu."She responded.
He stayed silent for a while and then pulled her away from the mirror. His reflection on the mirror was making him feel uncomfortable. He embraced her in a tight hug, then pushed her to the bed and gazed at her eyes as a ripple of delicious shivers spiraled down through her body. She didn't know what was going on, but she felt like his eyes were undressing her just by staring at her.
He touched her red hair and ran his fingers through it while savoring its alluring scent. From there, he began running his hands slowly on her body, and she felt like an electric current was coursing through her body.
She closed her eyes and endured this seductive man. It was all part of the mission anyway. He reached for her boob and pinched it a little, winning a moan from her.
The jobs of her pink cute nipples were stiffening and becoming hard as he pinched them again, making her feel lost in the pleasure. She couldn't stop moaning softly.
"Why are you making that sound?" He asked coldly, gazing at her with an expressionless face.
She didn't know how to respond to that. He is seducing her, and now he asks why she is moaning? Is he stupid or something?
"Don't touch me!" She rebelled, slapping his hands away. He was so annoying.
"You're my sex slave, remember? I bought you, and that means l get to touch you however l want." He commanded, then touched the elastic fabric of her panty. She gasped, her heart racing and asking herself what he was planning to do now. Carlos kept teasing her, slightly dipping his fingers and touching the small hair inside her panty, caressing it, making her twitch in response.
"Did you bathe every ..part like l ordered you to?" He asked sternly, and she kept quiet.
"DID YOU?" He raised his voice. She nodded frantically, her body trembling and her mind rather confused; she couldn't grasp him at all. One moment, he was tender, almost gentle, and the next, he was a commanding cold and rough bastard. What kind of a human is he?
"Good girl." He muttered, then pulled her panty off. Her heart couldn't stop racing. Was this it? The day she loses her womanhood? Strangely, she has been anticipating this. Although she was kinda scared, she was also prepared. Her body was longing for him to do it.
Just as he was removing her panty, Carlos glanced at a ring in his finger and felt a pang of guilt and a wave of regret wash over him. He abruptly stood up and ignored the rock that was forming in his trousers. He didn't understand why he suddenly felt angry at himself. In most cases, he just fucks his sex toys and dumps them thereafter, but there was something about Camilla that he loved. It was more than just lust building up inside him; it was something entirely different. The thought of merely sleeping with her and then dumping her, as he had done with other girls, made him feel uneasy. Was he developing feelings for her? He shook his head in disapproval and walked out of her room, leaving her utterly stunned.
Once in his own room, he threw himself onto the bed and began glancing at his ring. There was no way he was falling for that red-haired bitch. He wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't betray the one person who truly loved him—Sarah. Even though she was no longer in this world, he vowed never to replace her in his heart, and because of that, he would never grow any feelings for Camilla. He has to keep his distance from her. And use her as his toy.
Tbc