Page 97 of Forgive Me, Father

I was in the middle of discussing the latest threat from Kai with Nico, or at least, Ithoughtit was Kai.The attack on the docks was the last thing we needed right now.

“Incoming,” Nico muttered, and before I could process his warning, Camilla shoved me around to face her.

She was in one of her moods again, but this time, it didn’t matter that Nico was standing right there.She didn’t care.

She was busy with my buckle as Nico made sure he scrammed.

“Hey, hey, calm down.”

"Don't.Don't you dare tell me to calm down.I need this."Her voice sent a chill down my spine, sharp and dangerous.

Something had been off for the past couple of weeks, and I knew it was tied to the escalating events in the dungeon.She didn’t like the bondage but for some reason, she refused to tell me to stop.

"What do you need?"

"Stop asking me that.I don't need anything from you.I'm taking what I need now."

This was new.And honestly, I had no idea how I felt about it.

I grunted as she grasped my cock, and a curse slipped past my lips.

We were in the open but a part of me didn’t give a fuck.

Camilla went down to her knees and took me into her mouth.She was relentless today.She sucked me with force.It was hard but this was my pace.I clutched the sides of the table behind me and my legs began to tremble as I released in her throat.

I was ready to pull back, but she kept assaulting my cock.

“Fuck, Camilla,” I roared at her, she was relentless.I came a second time, hard.The pain was overwhelming, and my legs buckled beneath me.I collapsed to the floor, unable to stay upright.

When I finally came back to myself, she was still there, my runaway, sitting quietly beside me, her presence steady, unmoving.

She looked at me with a soft, knowing smile that only made the storm inside me surge harder.

“What the hell was that?”My voice came out low, ragged.I didn’t know if I should be angry, shaken, or completely in awe.Maybe all three.

She reached out, brushing her fingers across my lips, silencing the chaos in me with a single touch.

“This,” she whispered, “is part of my aftercare now.”

I stared at her, breath caught in my throat.

“What?”It was barely a word.

“You can do whatever you want with me in your dungeon with your toys and commands, but during the day, I’m king.You do as I say.And it doesn’t matter where, when, or how.Understand?”

What the fuck?

“Nod, Alfonso.”

I nodded as she smiled and bent closer to kiss me softly.“Good boy; now, put your dick away and carry on with your work.”

She rose to her feet, slow and deliberate, and I felt the corner of my mouth twitch into a smile.

I had no damn clue what had just happened, but one thing was clear: my runaway, day by day, was becoming the female version of me.

And that was both thrilling and dangerous.

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