CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – CAMILLO

The way she dropped to her knees for me was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. I didn’t ask. I didn’t command. She simply knew what I wanted. My beautiful, submissive little princess was pulling involuntary groans from my throat, but this encounter wasn’t for me.

It was for her.

I tugged her up by her hair, hearing her gasp as I led her over to the sunken-in tub. I filled it up with hot water and stepped her down into it, letting go of her hair before I sat her down right where I wanted her. I turned her around, chaining her legs open and her wrists above her head as the water filled the tub.

Her pussy was exposed perfectly to one of the most powerful jets in this tub and I was about to watch the show while she screamed for mercy.

Once the water reached just above the jets, they cut on. They started slowly at first, and I watched her body jolt. Her eyes were wide with wonder, while her tits bounced beautifully for me and I sat beside the jet while I took in the stark flush of her body.

I allowed my hand to wrap around my cock, stroking it as the jet grew more and more powerful.

“Oh, no! Camillo. Holy shit. What... what’s going on?”

Her legs were spread for the jets, and I pressed a few buttons on the side. The shower beside us turned on, filling the room with heat while her moans and whimpers grew to wails of pleasure. Her nipples were standing at their perfect peaks for me, simply begging for my lips to be around them.

So, while she writhed with torture in her chains and begged for her orgasm, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked.

“Yes! Yes! Camillo!’

Her body trembled and quaked as the jet continued to pummel her clit. She begged for mercy, saying it was too much at once. My hand came up and caressed her stomach, fluttering over the luscious stretch marks that told the story of how she’d carried our daughter deep within the protection of her body.

Tears streamed down her face as the jets brought her to her hasty second orgasm.

I could see her fluids permeating the water as I turned the jets off. It swirled, the opaqueness of her juices tinting the perfect waters of this tub. I unstopped the drain and released her from the chains, carrying her body out of the water before I led us over to the shower.

I set her down onto her feet and pressed her into the glass wall, feeling her muscles jumping and twitching underneath my body as my cock easily slid into her throbbing pussy walls.

I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as her tightness clamped down around my cock.

“Oh, Camillo. Fill me up.”

Her words unleashed a demon within me and my grip on her hips tightened. I squeezed her so hard that bruises of my fingerprints would be there in the morning. I fucked her relentlessly while the warm shower water battered our bodies. Her hands clamored against the glass, streaking the perfection of them with her nails as she cried out in glorious pleasure. I slammed into her, my balls smacking against her thighs and her clit as I felt my orgasm approaching.

Never in my life had I ever lasted so little with a woman until Rose. The power her body had over me was something I had yet to decipher.

“Come with me,” I said.

“I don’t know if I can,” she said, whimpering.

“You can and you will. On my count.”

“Camillo, please.”

“One,” I said.

“Oh, no.”

“Two,”

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”

“Three.”

I thrusted into her one last time, and my balls smacked hard against her clit. I pressed deep into her, feeling my body release as I coated her walls with my arousal. I felt her pussy massaging my cock, pulling from me every last drop it wanted while our bodies pressed deeply into one another’s.

My hands slid up her sides and down her arms, our fingers interlocking as I slowly slid from between her legs. I unhooked the showerhead and washed her down, lathering up her weakened body as she stood with her arms tightly wrapped around me.

When I was done, I wrapped a plush robe around her, cradling her in my arms as I walked our dripping bodies over to the bed. We fell asleep together that night, her curves underneath the strength of my arms while I buried my face into her hair. I woke up in the early hours of the morning and watched her sleep, noting the light grin on her face as her body relaxed.

In that moment, I realized I was in love with this amazing woman and I’d do whatever it took to keep her at my side.

I gathered her robed body up in my arms and carried her out of the playroom. I walked my naked body across the house, her head cradling against my neck as I carried her up the stairs. I laid her down into her bed, feeling her tug at my arms when I tried to pull away.

“Please stay,” she said.

And oh, how I wanted to.

But I knew the kids weren’t ready to see us like this and I knew she wasn’t ready to explain anything to them. The shock of Ana calling me “Daddy” for the first time was still something we were waiting for them to bring up and the last thing Rose needed was to have more on her shoulders because of a decision she made when she was tired.

So, I dipped down and kissed her forehead, singing that same beautiful lullaby softly into her ear and she fell back asleep. Then I made my way back into my room, pulling on clothes and getting myself ready for the day.

I wanted to catch the boys as they got up so Cassie could get some rest, but I also wanted to take this time to make some phone calls.

Some very pertinent, important phone calls.