Camelia laughed a little. "I know that you think you have untold influence, but you're still just one man. I don't think thatdiplomatic immunity applies to getting the pharmacy to restock faster."
He chuckled at her joke, and then sobered again. "I tried to get home, I really did. There was nothing that I could do. These meetings..."
Camelia cut him off again. "I get it. I've always understood, Daddy. You've never had to apologize for your job. It isn't your fault that shit happened when you couldn't get away."
Camelia knew that he was gearing up to argue with her again, but after a few moments he sighed. "I've always felt bad leaving you alone. After your mother..." His voice choked a little at the mention, and then he cleared his throat and his voice was normal again. "I always thought that I wasn't doing enough. This feels like it just proves it."
Camelia pressed her lips together, sighing. "I know, Daddy. But it wasn't your fault. I'm an adult. I'm allowed to make my own bad decisions. Including about my health." She paused, and then continued, her voice a little tighter. "Besides. I was well taken care of. Those...two. The men that you spoke to. They did a good job."
"I'm glad to hear that," her father said simply. Camelia's stomach unclenched a little at the lack of further questions, relief flooding her body as she nodded.
"I am too. And I promise that I'll take my prescription to be filled as soon as I can. I need to shower and catch up on what I missed for the last week, but then I'll go. When are you going to be back home?"
They talked for a little while longer, and when her father finally was pulled away from the phone to go back to whatever meeting that he couldn't speak openly about, Camelia silenced the phone and put it face down on her bedside table.
She didn't want to look at the other messages that she had missed. She didn't want to think about the piles of homeworkthat she had waiting for her. She didn't want to deal with her shitty roommate.
She couldn't, not when every thought that she had was occupied by two men, and the hazy memories she had of a week they spent locked together in a bedroom.
Camelia couldn't stop herself from moaning a little as her pussy clenched, the memory of Evan's cock inside of her stirring her arousal all over again. Of James' filthy, tender words.
The way that they had both held her so gently, as if she were going to break if they were too firm with her.
She'd appreciated it at the time, as desperate and needy as she had been, but now that she had her wits about her...
No,she told herself firmly, yanking her thoughts back from wandering down that particular dangerous path.You are not going to sit here and wish that they had been rougher with you. You are not going to wish that they had kept you there and proved that what you felt wasn't just the heat. You are not going to do it to yourself, Camelia.
Still, the memory of James' lips on her neck, his tongue dragging over her skin as if he couldn't get enough of the way that she tasted...it made her tingle and shiver all over again.
Masturbating to her own memories was fine. She just wasn't going to fantasize aboutnewencounters. This was one and done. She was going to get back on her meds and she would never have to worry about her heat catching her off guard again. Nope.
Camelia's hand slid along her lower belly, teasing the tender skin there as she finally shoved away the critical thoughts that always flooded her mind, and she just felt. Felt the sensitivity of her skin as her fingertips trailed across the surface and then shoved her soft house pants down and out of the way, the low ache of each bruise that James and Evan had left on her body during her heat.
The bite mark on her neck from James that still ached something fierce, even though he hadn't broken the skin.
Camelia was suddenly intensely grateful that she was back in her father's house,alone. There was no way that he would believe what she had said about James and Evan taking care of her, and doing it well, if he could see the state of her body.
She knew she looked a wreck. She knew that she should be horrified by the humiliating snippets of memories that kept popping up out of the fog of lust and heat and need, but...there was a tiny part of her that cherished the bruises. That reveled in her soreness. That wanted to walk right out of this house and back to James and Evan to find out what they would do to her now that she was fully cognizant and could be an active participant.
Her fingers slid around her clit in tiny, teasing circles, reminiscent of the way that James had touched her, and she whimpered as her clit twitched. She was tempted to rub hard and fast until she got off like she ordinarily did, but she held back.
Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.She shivered. James’ voice had rasped when he had pressed her against the wall in the shower, as if he was the one that had been desperately moaning and whining for hours on end. His cock had prodded against her ass teasingly as she shuffled her legs apart, and then she groaned softly as he sank not one, not two, but three fingers knuckle deep inside of her, the passage made easy by her excessive wetness and how relaxed her pussy was after having been fucked by them multiple times.
Her pussy clenched, aching a little with her soreness, and she bit her lip as she pushed her fingers lower. She was still wet, soaked from the memory of how James and Evan had fucked her through her heat. Their hands on her, their mouths on her.
Pretty girl with a pretty, needy pussy. Fuck, I don't think I'll ever get enough of being inside of you.Evan had sounded half gone, and he had groaned before he latched his mouth just under her jaw, sucking an aching bruise into her neck that still vaguely throbbed.
Camelia flushed, whimpering as she pushed two fingers inside of her. Her fingers weren't big enough and the angle was wrong, but it was something. Not enough, butsomething.
"Oh..." Camelia closed her eyes, each lurid memory flashing to the front of her mind almost too fast for her to enjoy. All she got were snippets of words, flashes of sensation. A bite mark on her thigh before Evan had proceeded to lick her pussy like he would die if he didn't taste her. James' lips on hers for the first time, more tender than she would have imagined from him. Them stretching her pussy around their cocksagain, locking her in place with both of them inside of her after they had both filled her up with their come yet again.
That overwhelming sensation of fullness was the most vivid memory that she had of the week that she was in heat, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning as her pussy clenched down on her fingers at the memory. She fingered herself harder, feeling minor irritation from her too-long nails, but she didn't care. She was...she could be close...
"Fuck..." She ground the heel of her palm against her clit as she turned her head to the side, arching her back as if offering herself up to one of them again. Suddenly, for a brief, intense moment, she missed them. Missed their hands and their scents and their lips and filthy words that made her feel so degraded, so cherished, so wanted...
"Fuck...fuck...fuck." Camelia let out a soft growl of frustration as she ground the heel of her palm against her clit one more time, the abused bundle of nerves twitching tiredly before she lay off, pulling her fingers out of her pussy. Her legs trembled alittle with the urge to get off that was nearly overpowering, but somehow, Camelia knew that trying to get herself off, withoutthem...was a fool's errand.
Not permanently, of course. That would be absurd. She was perfectly capable of taking care of her own sexual needs once she was back on her meds.
