"I don't know, Logan. Do you still want me? Do you still love me?" Camille asked as she stared into Logan's eyes and she could see the internal battle within them. She watched as he stood up and began to sigh. Whatever he was going to say was going to hurt and Camille wasn't prepared for that. She stood up and walked over to him.
"Camille…I still love you, but…I'm so angry. I'm angry with you, with him, with myself. I hate that he touched you, fucked you. I hate that he was someone you could turn to. I hate that he knows things about you that you didn't tell me…" he said as he lowered his head. "And the thing that makes all of this worse is his smug fucking smirk…"
"Logan…" Camille said as she walked closer to him. "I'm sorry. I truly…" she began but was interrupted by Logan kissing her. The kiss was rough and passionate and punishing. He had never kissed her like that before. When he pulled away from her, she noticed that his held her tightly against him with one hand and the other was tangled in her hair. He tugged her head back by her hair and tilted her head in way that caused her to stare directly into his eyes.
"He is never going to touch you again, understood?" Logan said as his eyes were blazing with lust and Camille could feel her insides melt.
"He won't. I won't…" Camille said as she felt Logan move his hand lower to her ass. He gave it a hard squeeze causing her to jump.
"When he spanked you…how hard did he do it?" Logan asked and Camille bit her bottom lip as she hesitated to answer him. Was he going to be angry? Was he going to feel hurt if she told him the truth? Telling him would be so risky. "Was it like this?" he asked as he gave her a quick and light pat on her ass. "or…" he said as he smacked her ass hard causing her to moan out. "this…" he said with a dark look in his eyes.
"Like that…" Camille said as she stared at him. "Logan…" she trailed off as she felt him tug on her hair to force her to look directly into his eyes.
"How did he touch you?" Logan said as moved his hand lower under her dress. Never had he found her dark blue-gray dress with the A-line skirt and white trim so sexy until tonight. He slipped his hand under the band of her panties and began caressing her bare ass. He fought the urge to smirk when he heard her breath hitch as he began palming her ass. He moved his hand around to her front and began massaging her pussy.
"Logan…" Camille moaned before he stopped and she whimpered. She was speechless otherwise, she would tell him to continue. Once again, he tugged on her hair and stared into her eyes. Something dark and sexual was hidden within his eyes.
"Did he touch you like that? Did he do this?" Logan asked as he plunged two fingers inside her and Camille screamed out in pleasure. She attempted to throw her head back in ecstasy, but she couldn't because Logan held her head in place as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her in a slow and steady pace.
"Ah!" she cried out as he began thrusting his fingers deeper inside her. She braced herself by holding onto his shoulders. Staring into Logan's intense eyes fueled her passion and added to her building orgasm. She closed her eyes, but all that did was cause Logan to halt his movements.
"Open your eyes…" Logan demanded and she obeyed. "You never did answer my question, Camille…" he said as he began moving his fingers inside her again.
"Ngh…" was all she could manage. This torture was killing her. "Logan, please…" she pleaded, but he merely smirked and began thrusting his fingers painfully slow. She felt him detangle his hand from her hair and began working her zipper lower.
"Take off your dress…" Logan commanded and Camille, slowly, slid her hands off Logan's shoulders and began lifting her dress over her head. She stepped out of her tan flats and returned her eyes to his piercing gaze. "Did he ever finger fuck you like this?" he asked as he began to speed up the pace of his hand. She was panting and moaning and whimpering and Logan liked it. He was taking Sadie's advice before she left. She told him two people had to submit tonight. Camille had to submit to him…and he had to submit to the monster he was afraid to be.
"No…" Camille moaned out as she gripped onto his shoulders once again. "Please…" she begged, but Logan only slowed down once more. "Please, I can't take this torture…"
"I couldn't take the torture of knowing Devin Chase touched you. Fucked you. It won't happen again. I'll make sure you'll never think about him again…"
"I won't. I told you I won't…" Camille said with a moan as Logan bent his fingers a little as he began thrusting them in and out of her again. "Fuck!"
"Look at me!" Logan yelled and he knew it sounded a bit off, but he knew Camille was way too lost in her body to hear it. She stared directly into his eyes and knew this was what needed to happen. Not just the sexual dominance, but the trust in each other.
"Logan, I…please, I need…Fuck!" she screamed out. She was barely making coherent sentences. This torturous slow and fast, off and on pleasure was overwhelming. Seeing Logan this way turned her on more and more.
"You wanna come? You want me to make you come?" Logan asked and inwardly he was cringing. He'd never said anything like that in his life. This was definitely something he had to practice doing, but seeing Camille's reaction…no feeling her reaction was such a turn on.
"Yes! Yes, please…" she moaned as she felt him move his fingers deeper inside her and at a faster pace. "Fuck, Logan, I'm gonna come!" she screamed as she felt her body spasm and shake and she held tighter onto Logan's shoulders because she could barely stand on her quivering legs.
"That's right…come. Come for me, Camille. Let me see your face when you come…" he said as he tangled his fingers in her hair once again and jerk her head until their eyes were level with each other's. Suddenly, he was becoming aware of Camille's nails digging into his shoulders and he was thankful he still had on a shirt.
"Fuck!" she screamed as she came and all other sentiments of pleasure was swallowed up by Logan taking her in a passionate kiss. Camille could feel her body go limp and she held on to his shoulder and focused all her strength on her hands. "mmm…" she moaned as she felt Logan slowly slip his fingers out of her. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him stick his index finger, coated with her juices, into his mouth and began sucking in his finger.
"I forgot how sweet you taste…" Logan said when he released the digit from his mouth. "I don't think you've had the pleasure of tasting yourself…" he said as he slid his middle finger along her lips and she opened her mouth to allow him to push his finger inside. "Suck." he commanded.
She did as she was told and when she did, she noted at the sweet, yet salty taste of her own arousal. She never took her eyes off Logan and his penetrating stare. Satisfaction was in his eyes. Smug satisfaction that didn't mirror Devin's at all.
"I…" was all Camille could say. This was way different than what Devin did. This was something raw. Something Camille wanted.
"Your panties…take them off…" he rasped out as he backed away from her and watched her. She had managed to regain her strength and began sliding her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and kicked them towards her discarded dress and flats. Suddenly, Logan grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. He turned her around and pulled her back a bit. "I want to spank you. Brace yourself on the wall…" he whispered into her ear.
She did as she was told and waited. He didn't touch her for what seemed like hours, but was merely a minute and she was going crazy. She had screamed, "touch me, damn it!" in her head a million times. When he finally touched her, she nearly jumped as she felt his hand glide down her back to her ass. Finally, he smacked her ass.
"Ah!" she cried out before he smacked her ass again and again. She felt her legs beginning to shake again as she felt pure euphoria. She didn't care if this was degrading and shameful. This is what she wanted…and it with Logan. With a final smack to her ass, she screamed out.
"Don't move…" Logan said as she froze with the exception of her heaving body from the heavy panting she couldn't control. She could hear him undress. First, his shirt, then his jeans, then the subtle snap from the band of his underwear. She jumped when she felt him grab her waist and bent her more. Without warning he was buried inside her from behind. "Fuck.."
"Ngh…" she was so stunned that he had done that, she didn't have time to react to him being inside her until he began to fuck her.
"Don't talk…just feel…" Logan said as he began pounding into her. He was so turned on, he didn't know how long he would last, but this was heaven. He tortured himself in the process of torturing her and he just couldn't wait any longer.
"Fuck!" she screamed before Logan tugged on her hair. When did he become so fond of tangling his fingers in her hair? She felt him angle his hips a bit and she lost it. Her legs were giving away from her and they felt like rubber. "No…" she groaned. She didn't want to come this quickly, but she couldn't help it.
"Yes, Camille, come. Fuck…" Logan groaned as he pulled her hair again. This was way different than when he fucked Sadie.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…oh, shit!" Camille screamed out as she came with her legs trembling uncontrollably and Logan came soon after her. She felt his body sag against her and she was pinned to the wall by his body.
They stayed like that for a moment until Logan pulled out of her. He still held her up with his body weight and tugged her with him to the floor. They laid on the hard floor letting the cool wood cool their bodies.
"That was…still kind of scary…" Logan said as he stared at Camille. "But, so fun…" he said before they both burst into laughter.
"Yeah…" Camille said as she cuddled with him. "The first time was kind of scary, too." she said as she found it a little uncomfortable to sit because her ass was still a little sore from the constant pressure Logan had applied to it while fucking her after he spanked her. "Logan…are you still angry with me?"
"No…I'm still angry, but not with you…" he said as he grabbed her face and kissed her, softly. "I still hate him…"
"I know. You don't have to worry about him. Well, I will, but not as my boss. He's going to fire me in…a week actually. He said he wants to represent me as my agent." Camille said and she could feel Logan's body tense up in anger. "We won't…you know. He has some strict rule about not fucking clients an how that ruins his professional relationship…" she said as she trailed off. "You're not upset, are you?"
"Yes…" Logan said as he frowned. "Just…be careful with him. I don't trust him. Something about the way he said when he cared about you…it just thrown me off."
"I don't love him. I only love you, Logan. He doesn't love me either and I don't want him to love me. I just need to know that you love me…"
"I do. I love you, Camille." Logan said as he kissed her. "I love you so much…"