Camille watched as Devin closed the curtains at either side of the doors, to which she assumed was drawn over the glass doors for privacy purposes. He turned to her with a predatory look in his eyes and she felt like she made a big mistake. She trembled as he walked closer to her. Each step dangerously broader than the last.
"Wait…" she said as she backed away from him and he stopped and let out an agitated sigh as he rolled his eyes. "I wanted to…I needed to talk to you."
"Camille, does it look like I'm a man who wants to talk right now?" Devin asked as he began walking closer to her with deep lust in his eyes. She brought her eyes lower and noticed he was wearing a tight gray t shirt and blue plaid print pajama bottoms. She shivered when she took notice of his erection showing through his pants. "You show up at my house, kiss me, and you expect me to fucking talk?! What's wrong with you? Why the hell did you kiss me if you wanted to 'talk'?" he asked with amusement as she struggled to open her mouth.
"I…I don't know why I kissed you…" Camille stammered as she backed away hoping Devin wouldn't force himself on her. She didn't even know why she was at his house let alone why she kissed him. She just drove to the first place she felt she needed to be…or should be. Maybe she was here for answers. But what were the questions?
"I don't have time for this…" Devin said as he rolled his eyes and walked past her to the couch. She knew that should be her cue to leave, but she couldn't. She couldn't make her legs move. She just stood there admiring how different the house looked in the dusk…everything had a blue and silver hue to it…probably reflecting from the outside onto the white walls. It looked less intimate in the day time when she was here when he wasn't. "I'm busy Camille…" he said in a flat tone as he glared at her and Camille grew angry.
"You're not in your office, Devin…you're not that damn busy…" Camille said before she could stop herself. Still, she was so frozen she couldn't turn around to look him in the face…in his eyes. She heard the soft sound of him rising from the couch and her heart drummed as she felt him standing behind her. He leaned down to her right ear and she could feel his breath in her ear.
"And what makes you so sure I'm not busy because I'm at home?" he asked before he stepped closer to her and she felt his erection through his pajama bottoms pressing into her back. "I could be working from home. I would have to since I have such an incompetent assistant…" he said and Camille could hear the smug smirk in his voice. She let out a gasp as she felt his hand slide up her left thigh under her skirt.
"Don't…" Camille begged as she began to cry. She didn't want this. She wanted Logan and she wanted him to forgive her. This was a mistake. This whole thing was a mistake. "I don't want to do this anymore…" she said weakly as she felt his other hand reach inside her blouse and she let out a moan as his fingers reached for her bra-clad breast. She felt shame that she couldn't resist or even stop the moan that escaped from her as he squeezed her breast.
"If you don't want to do this…why did you moan?" he asked as he gave a firm squeeze to her breast. "Why did you come here?" Devin said into her ear as his hands retreated from her body, but he was still standing behind her.
"I told you I didn't know why!" she yelled as she turned around so fast it caused him to take a step back. She stared into his icy blue eyes with hatred.
"No, you told me you didn't know why you kissed me. You never said anything about showing up here in the first place. Why are you here? Why did you moan just now?" Devin said as he closed the gap between them and Camille began to tremble again.
"I don't know…" Camille mumbled and Devin rolled his eyes and backed away from her. He began rubbing his temples out of frustration and Camille was getting annoyed by that. "You tell me why you think I'm here, then." she said before he scoffed and smirked. He stared her directly in the eyes and she swallowed hard.
"You're here because you won't admit to yourself that you want something Logan couldn't give you. You're here because you want to fulfill that need to be controlled. You're here because you know I won't hold back the way I did in the office…" Devin said as he reached out and pulled her against his body. He wrapped his arms around the small of her back and held her there against him and she shook with fear and anticipation. She had her hands braced on his chest in case she needed to push him off of her.
"I don't want to fuck you, Devin…" Camille said in a small voice. "This isn't about sex. This is about surrender and dominance and you controlling me." she said in a quivering voice as she felt one of Devin's hands slide down to her ass. "I mean it…" she said as she flexed her fingers against this chest in a warning that she would push him. He just rolled his eyes as he let her go and walked to the couch and sat down as he stared at her.
"I know you mean it, Camille. I'm not a fucking rapist for fucks sake." he said as she turned around to see him glaring at her. "You don't have to be here, you know…"
"I'm here…" Camille said in a defiant tone as she sat down on a white lounge set adjacent to the couch. He watched her shift uncomfortably under his gaze with an amused smirk on his face and she knew he wasn't buying her act. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't really have anywhere to go tonight…" she confessed knowing Logan had already told the guys about what happened meaning Kendall knew…meaning Jo knew about it. Camille knew she couldn't face them with the shame of what she had done.
"You're here because you got into a little fight with Logan, didn't you?" Devin asked with as smirk on his face and Camille let out a sigh of annoyance. "I could pretend and say that fight wasn't about me, but I know it is. How much does he know?"
"Everything. But…I made it clear that we never had sex…" Camille said as she watched Devin stand up and walk to a circular ottoman with a decanter full of liquor and two glasses. He poured himself a glass and set it back down on the silver tray next to the crystal decanter before picking up the second glass.
"Would you like a drink, Camille? Do you drink?" he asked in an amused, mocking tone. Why did he feel it was necessary to mock her all the time?
"I do drink, and I don't want one right now…" Camille said in a tone with lots of attitude and Devin just shrugged his shoulders as he set the empty glass down and picked up his. He took a deep inhale of the liquid before taking a sip. After two more sips, he sat next to her on the lounge and she scooted to the other end hoping she could get as far away from him as the white lounge would allow her. He chuckled at this.
"What? Are you afraid I might poison you? Drug you?" he asked as he stared at her. "Here have a sip from my glass if you're so paranoid." he said as he held the glass out to her and she felt as if she was Snow White getting ready to bite into the poisoned apple. "Do it." he commanded and Camille bit her lip as she felt herself shiver. She took the glass from his hands and took a big swig of the liquor and swallowed it. "See?" he said as she handed the glass back to him. "I can be a pretty decent guy when I want to be…"
"You're not always decent…" Camille said as she thought about all the mean things he has said and done to her. He was a fucking tyrant and when he began to control her, he was even worse than before in his tyranny.
"But that's the thing you like about me, isn't it?" he asked in a smug tone as he watched Camille attempt to look around his house in order to avoid staring into his eyes. She stood up and walked to the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the pool and view of the Los Angeles skyline at night. Suddenly, she felt Devin standing behind her and she jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders. Just then, she realized she had cried silent tears. She had a realization that frightened her and even Devin was aware of this. "Now, you tell me why you think you're here…"
"I…" Camille said as she turned around and stared Devin in the eyes. "I'm here because you don't treat me like a porcelain doll that you're afraid to break. I'm here because you don't treat me like I'm perfect and you're not afraid to tell me I'm not prefect. You don't care whether you hurt me or my feelings. You don't expect me to be this person you think I should be instead of the person I am." she said as Devin pulled her against him and she moaned when her body collided with his. "I can be who I want to be…"
"I want to fuck you so bad, Camille…" Devin whispered in her ear as he squeezed her ass, hard. "I want to fuck you until you scream that you're mine."
"I'll never be yours." Camille said as he pressed his hand harder against her ass. "You don't own me…" she said and Devin chuckled at her attempt to pull herself away.
"Yet, here you are in my house…begging, wantonly, for me to control you. I say that does mean I own you. I own your desire to be controlled. I can make you bend to my will because I know you would do anything for the pleasure of me controlling you."
"Fuck you…" she whispered before she pushed him away and stared at him with hatred that he was right about everything. He did own her desire. That's what she hated most about him. It was him that held ownership to her desire to be controlled and not Logan. She trembled as she lowered herself to her knees before him and Devin smirked.
"Good girl…" he said as he began circling her like a predator deciding on how the prey should be handled. He paused in front of her and lifted her face up until she was staring into his eyes. "Stand up…" he demanded and she did as she was told. He began backing away and he beckoned her with his index finger to follow him, and she did. When she stepped inside his bedroom, she realized how different it was from the rest of the house, yet it looked similar. He guided her towards the bed before he moved behind her. "Get on the bed…" he said into her ear and she hesitated. "Get. On. The. Fucking. Bed." he said in a tone that sounded like a threat.
"I…can't. I won't. I meant what I said. I'm not having sex with you." Camille said as she turned around and stared at him.
"I'm not going to fuck you, Camille…" Devin confessed and Camille looked confused. "I wanted to see how far you would go. I wanted to know your limited." he said as he eased her down onto the bed in a sitting position. He smirked as he felt her shiver in his hands. "But…let's not kid ourselves and pretend you didn't come here for a reason…" he said as he guided pushed her, slowly, onto her back. "On you hands and knees, Camille…" he commanded and Camille's breath hitched as she felt him roll her over on her stomach. She brought herself up into the desired position and waited. She jumped when she felt his hands push her skirt up to her waist and pull her panties down her thighs. There was a pause and she shivered more and more with each passing second of inaction. Suddenly, he delivered a hard smack to her ass and she let out a yelp of pain. He hit her again and she could hear an erotic grunt come from him as smacked her ass again. He smacked her ass over and over and she cried out and moaned with each blow. With a final hard blow, Camille let out an erotic scream as she choked out a sob. She felt utter pleasure and euphoria until she came down from her high with another frightening realization. She thought about Logan instead of Devin spanking her.