Our Little Secret ➳ Camila Cabello

twenty-nine

"How you doing, babe?" Camila locked the door then walked further into the light with black, 6 inch heels softly making the floor thump a little.
My eyes were wide. I couldn't speak. Her beauty was leaving me speechless as I saw the black lace bra that was holding her perky breasts and the matching black laced thong. I'm sure I started drooling a little. Her body was absolutely amazing, and the heels made her look so bad ass "What are you staring at, babe?"
"I-um, what's, what is happening?" I asked stammering a little trying to figure out what dimension I jumped into. This was not like Camila to just turn completely dominant and stay like that.
"Get on the bed, y/n. It's time."
I wasted no time crawling on the bed. I didn't care if my side was causing me to lose a bit of focus, I was all about her. Camila went to the side of the bed to grab a pair of handcuffs. Kinky? When did she become kinky? They weren't even fuzzy so I knew something harsh was about to happen. "Hands on the rail!" She demanded. I lifted my hands onto the railed headboard and she applied the handcuffs so I couldn't get loose.
I stopped her, "You have the keys right?"
She smirked, "Maybe."
"This isn't funny, Mila. I need to know if you have the keys or not." I was trying to take precautions just in case her family came in to find me while I was being whipped or teased. I don't know what this Camila is capable of at this point but I don't want to be embarrassed when I find out.
"God, yes. I have them. Stop being such a fucking wimp and let me do my thing." She groaned.
She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I kept trying to pull on the handcuffs as hard as I could hoping they'd be those ones you could buy at Target that break off. No such luck, they were real. I kept doing my best to get loose and it was causing the handcuffs to dig in my skin. Mila walked out of the bathroom to send me this glare and bite her lip. "Stop doing that, babe. You're gonna hurt yourself."
"Let me go then, Mila. I don't want to waste any time. I want to have my hands on you." I begged still trying to break free.
Camila straddled my waist, and leaned in for a kiss. Her face was only centimeters away when she replied, "That's the point." Camila started sucking on my collarbone causing my
toes to curl. My collarbone was the one spot that could get me horny beyond belief. She looked at me with a hungry glare. "I'm punishing you. Actually, I'm destroying you. You and your rebellious ways."
"How so?" I asked feeling her pull my shirt up a little and move down my body to tongue my hip bone.
"You're a toucher. I've learned that over the years. When we have sex or just kiss, you reach for me or something around us because it helps you feel a little powerful or it makes the moment hotter for you. It's amazing for me to be in your clutch, but now you have to watch me do all the work and struggle to touch my body." Camila went 0-100 real quick. She must have really thought this out. "It will bug the hell out of you to not be able to grab my ass, and that's for smoking cigarettes. It will crush you to know that my breasts are off limits, and thats for scaring me into thinking Sofia saw my nudes. And lastly, it'll destroy you to know that you can't taste me, and that's for partying every night this week and taking pills with Lauren."
My head went back as I felt one of Camila's fingers go inside of me without preparation. "Another one please, Mila." I begged trying to keep my hands still so I wouldn't feel the pain from the handcuffs.
"I'll give you another finger when I'm ready." She whispered thrusting her fingers in and out. After about 30 seconds, she added another finger and then the next 30 seconds she added another. I kept trying to pull myself off of the handcuffs. Mila was right, I'm a toucher. The feeling of her ass or breasts in my hands is amazing. To know they're all mine. That's pure ecstasy.
I felt myself coming to a point where I was done and Camila stopped all together. I almost threw a fit, "Mila, this is not funny. I was almost there."
She smiled and brought herself up to me for another kiss. "I know. That's you're punishment."
I was so upset, "No, you said my punishment were these handcuffs." I pulled hard to feel a slight stinging. I looked up to see red liquid spill from the handcuffs a little. Camila's eyes widened once she saw it too.
"Oh my God, babe. You hurt yourself." She ran to to the side table to grab the keys from the drawer.
"Stop!" I yelled to get her attention.
"What? I'm trying to help you." She whined.
"I don't care. I want you to finish." I was very picky on what was happening around me until I had release. Camila was the only one in my mind who could ever make me come so good.
Camila frowned. "You're bleeding! I'm not fucking you while you're injured."
"You wanted this and I'm taking my punishment. I may be a brat right now, but this is the best sex ever. So, if you don't want to finish, that's fine. But that means I'll go to that bathroom in there and finish without you." I admitted with my bitch mode turned on.
"You wouldn't." Camila glared. She hated it when I masterbated because I wasn't touching her body, and I wasn't giving her the euphoria. She'd rather us have sex than have to go on a dry spell by ourselves.
"Don't push me, babe." I retorted.
Camila leaped back onto my waist carefully then began to kiss my lips harshly. Soon she was down to my crotch and before I knew it, she was licking, kissing, sucking, and journeying through me. I couldn't help but arch my back in happiness. Time flew and before I knew it I was coming and Camila was licking me clean. I pulled a little harder on the handcuffs once I felt my orgasm end and the blood started to drip a little more.
Camila broke out of her trance and saw the blood drip on the pillow case above me. She ran to the keys and unlocked the handcuffs. Then grabbed my hands to study them. The left wasn't as bad as the right one. A somewhat big gash was indented into my right hand and bleeding pretty good. Camila ran in her heels to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. "I can't believe you needed to touch me this bad."
I shrugged and gave her a quick kiss on her temple, "You're just that sexy, baby."
She pulled out the antibacterial spray and warned me once again like before. I couldn't help but wince lightly but not make a comment on it this time. She grabbed a bandaid and carefully put it over my injury. Then kissed it before looking back up at me. "Was it worth the pain?"
I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto the bed, then climbed on top of her to kiss her big, pink lips. "Completely."
There was a knock on the door, "Camila, have you seen y/n?" Alejandro asked from the other side of the door.
Mila bit her lip to stifle a moan as I began to nibble on her ear, "No, Dad. I just came up here to rest for a few minutes."
"Oh, well. I haven't seen her and it's time for food! So, text her please." Alejandro asked as we heard him walk away.
"I'm gonna give you a hickey." I whispered in her ear before I moved down on her neck.
She put her hands in my face and pushed me away. "No. Austin will see it and so will my family. Just wait till we are on the bus and you can give me one there."
Camila nudged me off of her and I picked up my leggings to put them on over my underwear and grab my UGGs. "You'll be getting a lot of them then."