Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Ella Vines Page A

come on my face.” He gazed into her eyes, and red crept into her cheeks at her boldness.
    “Well, well. That’s what I want, too.” She felt him rise off of her, and hot jizz splattered her face. Mortimer rubbed it into her face-to-face and hair.
    “I’ve marked you as mine, my little slut.” His voice was tender, and her heart responded by flipping in her chest. He sighed and got off of her, and she wondered what he would do next. She felt his fingers on her button, stroking insistently. Camille whimpered on the edge of her release as he slid his fingers into her cunt.
    “You like that, don’t you? That cunt is all mine. So nice and tight like it’s barely been used.”
    “Yes.” Camille felt herself losing control. Being in bondage was a feeling like she had never known, total trust in a person who had her body in his hands.
    “Come for me, sexy slut. I want to feel your cunt clench around my fingers.” Camille gave herself up to the ripples of sensation flowing through her cunt as she shouted hoarsely. Mortimer rubbed her belly, kissing it.
    “I can’t wait until it gets even bigger. You’re going to be so sexy.” Camille felt her face flush. He untied her bonds and took her into his arms as they lay in bed. She felt protected in his embrace and realized being submissive to him was a small price to pay for his silence on the matter of her secret.
    “Do you like me then, Mortimer? I can’t tell. The way you talk to me when...”
    “Yes, love. I love your body and touching you. I speak to you that way because you drive me insane with desire. I hope you know, though, the tenderness I have for you. I will never let anyone harm you.” Camille sank into his embrace, kissing his chest. They passed the night together kissing and talking until dawn.

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    When the blush of morning fell on them, Mortimer pressed against her, his erection digging into her stomach.
    “I need you again. They’ll be back in a few hours, and I can’t wait until later to have you.”
    “Yes.” Her breath came faster.
    “Turn over on your stomach for me.” She did as he said, wondering what he was going to do to her. The silken bonds went around her wrists again as he tied her to the bedposts.
    “There. Such a nice view of your perfect bottom.” Mortimer smacked her bottom, and she yelped. He leaned over her, kissing and sucking on her neck.
    “I want you in submission to me, my dirty slave.” He popped her ass again, and she groaned, heat and desire flooding through her. Mortimer’s mouth moved over her bottom, kissing and sucking. He pinched her ass, making her gasp. When his tongue found the crevice in her behind, she moaned with pleasure.
    “Yes. You like that, don’t you, whore?”
    “Yes,” Camille whispered, feeling embarrassed at the appetites he awoke in her. She wanted him inside her.
    “Good.” He pushed his tongue deeper into the valley between her buttocks as she whimpered, her cunt growing wet.
    “What a sweet hole you have. I’m going to explore every inch of you, Camille. You’re mine.” He smacked her ass again, pushing fingers into her cunt. She gasped at the pain and pleasure of the roughness with which he was going to take her. His fingers snaked under her, rubbing her button until she squirmed, moaning.
    “What do you want, slut? Say it. I can’t hear you.” He spanked her bottom again, his palm stinging even as his fingers pleasured her clit.
    “I want your cock inside me.”
    “Do you, now?” He continued to rub her clit, popping her ass again.
    “I’m going to come,” she whispered, her clit buzzing against his finger and the sheets.
    “Yes, come for me, slut. Then I’m going to penetrate that sweet crack with more than my tongue.” She moaned at the thought and spiraled into orgasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she shuddered. The bed shifted as he got off of it, and he came back a moment later, rubbing butter into her crack. Camille whimpered, afraid of the