Instead, I shook my head—slow, almost disappointed—and reached down to pull my pants back up, tucking my still-hard cock away with deliberate care.
"Do you think you want it… and you'll just get it?" I asked quietly, voice low and edged with cruel amusement.
"You don't deserve it yet, slave. You have to earn it. Betraying me, spying for your pathetic husband, bringing a gun into my home… that's not how good girls get fucked. That's how they get punished."
Camilla's breath hitched—shame and arousal warring on her face. I didn't care whether she was acting or genuinely aching; the effect was the same. Her thighs pressed together instinctively—trying to ease the empty throb between them—but it only made more slick leak down her inner legs.
I turned and walked out of the cave without another word.
