Chapter 3 – Camilla
“Zane, you have to keep your voice down. What has gotten into you?”
He seemed really upset, and I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. What was going on with him? When I’d seen him yesterday, he was forceful like always, but now he seemed almost manic. The doctor side of me was concerned, while the side of me that slept with him wondered what could have changed his mood so much. Something had happened.
“I just need to see you. I wanted to call you last night, but I don’t even have your number. So I waited for the office to open. I need to see you, Camilla, and I don’t want to wait any longer. Are you alone now?”
I looked around the office. There wasn’t a soul in there, but I wasn’t prepared for Zane. I was still sore from the last time that I’d seen him, and I wasn’t too enthused about making it worse. Zane was like a strong medicine that you only needed a little bit of. I didn’t need any more of him now, and I certainly couldn’t handle him first thing in the morning. Even this evening would be a stretch for me.
“I have someone in my office now. I have a full day, and I don’t know when I’m going to be able to fit you in.”
“So you have someone in there now, or they are on their way?”
“Um, someone is here now. I really can’t talk, Zane. I’ll call you in a little while.”
I tried to hang up, but he stopped me. “I know that you’re alone, Camilla. I can see you.”
I got this eerie feeling when he said that. Where was he? Could he really see me, or was it just him trying to call my bluff? I was at a loss about what to do. I looked around nervously, like Zane was just going to pop out. When he didn’t, I wanted to know what he meant.
“What are you talking about, Zane? What do you mean you can see me? You can see me right now?” My voice was going up a couple of octaves even though I didn’t want it to. He was freaking me out. I didn’t know if this was another one of his power games, but it was one that I didn’t like.
“I’m just messing with you, Camilla. So you’re alone?”
I didn’t want to admit that I was, but I was still shaken up. I didn’t want to tell him I was alone, but I was sure that he would know it if I was lying to him. What kind of hold did he have over me? “Yes, I’m alone.”
“If you won’t see me now, touch yourself. I want to hear you.”
Now I was really starting to blush. I couldn’t believe that he was talking to me in this way, but I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let it go. I looked around again, still expecting him to jump out at me at any moment.
“It wasn’t a request, Camilla. Now.”
There was that word again, and the tone that made me jump out of my skin. I don’t know why it was so hard to hear him like that, with the edge to his voice, but it bothered me more than I wanted to think about.
“Zane, I’m at work and it’s nine o’clock in the morning.”
“I bet you’re wet.”
“I’m not.”
“Then check.”
My hands hovered where he wanted me to touch. I didn’t have to touch myself to know that he was right. Every time he talked to me in that way, it was instant wetness. He was handling me like I was his property. I should have been offended. Why wasn’t I offended when he talked to me like that? What the hell was wrong with me that made me want him when he was like this?
“Now, Camilla, or I’ll come to your office and do it myself. You know what will happen if I do that.”
A shiver ran through my whole body and before I could think better of it, I was pulling my skirt up and moving to do what he said. I tried to tell myself that it was because I wanted to, not because he told me to.
I sighed when I made it to my final destination. I was extremely hot and wet. I wanted him badly. Before I could get myself into more trouble, I pulled my hand away.
“So?”
“What?”
“Are you wet, Camilla?”
I wanted to tell him no, to tell him that he was wrong, but I didn’t like thinking about lying to him. “Yes.”
“I want you to touch yourself, Camilla. Get your fingers all wet for me.”
Shocked by what he asked of me, I closed my eyes as my fingers moved back underneath my skirt and panties. I tried to muffle the sound of need that I felt, but it was hard. I wanted him so badly. My mind was in need of more than just a rub.
“Okay.”
“Now push your fingers inside quickly.”
My hand moved of its own accord and I gasped when I did as he said. I was sore from him the day before, and I could feel the walls closing in around my penetration. I couldn’t stop the way it felt and I wanted to explode.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Do you wish it was me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Stop.”
My eyes flew open and I pulled my hand away, pouting. I didn’t want to stop. He’d gotten me all riled up, and even though I knew it was wrong, I didn’t care. I wanted him badly, and if I couldn’t have him, I was willing to settle for the pleasure of my own ministrations. But to stop wasn’t fair. When I made a sound to that effect he kind of chuckled on the phone.
“You don’t know how good you sound when you’re like this, Camilla. Taste yourself. Lick your fingers for me.”
I paused at the suggestion. I could see that my digits were in fact glistening with my juice. I’d never tasted myself before, but when he said it, I knew that I was going to. He had some hold over me. When I popped my fingers into my mouth, he made a sound on the other end like he could see and taste what I was tasting at that moment.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
I didn’t answer him, but Zane continued. “Just know that I’m going to taste you this afternoon, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, Camilla.”
I nodded my head to no one in particular and tried to temper my body’s response to him. It was hard to do, but something that I knew I must.
“Don’t lie to me again, Camilla. I know everything, and next time I’ll make sure to punish you.”
I told him that I wouldn’t and heard him hang up. I was staring out the window, lost in thought, when I saw a car across the street flick its lights on and take off rather quickly. I had a sinking feeling that it was Zane. He’d been watching me the whole time. What was he doing there? How long had he been sitting there?
Sure that I was just freaking myself out, I called my assistant in and asked her about the call.
“Sorry that I sent it through, Camilla, but that man yelled at me. I figured that he was better mad on the phone than mad in here.”
“Did he say something, something threatening to you?”
“Not really. It was just the way he said everything. Was that one of your patients? Because that man was scary sounding.”
I couldn’t say one way or another, but it occurred to me that he wasn’t just a patient of mine. He was my lover as well. Zane was scary when he wanted to be, and I wasn’t the only one who saw it. I didn’t know much about that man other than what I’d learned in the last couple of months. None of it was really more than a need for him that I couldn’t deny and the fact that he’d gotten into some trouble a while back.
Now I wasn’t sure what to think, but the idea of him watching me was enough to completely creep me out. My mind was on him when my first client came in for the day. Like everything else that had been going on lately, I was just going to have to push Zane to the back of my mind. I was there to help people get better, even if I was at a loss for what to do for myself.
For the rest of the day, every time I looked out the window, I was dreading four o’clock when I was supposed to see Zane. Should I confront him with what I knew to be true? And if I did, what would be his reaction? The man’s temper was always something that I liked, how passionate he was about everything, but what I didn’t like was when that anger was pointed at me. If I came to him with what I knew, I had a feeling that I was going to get the full wrath, and I wasn’t prepared for that.