Copyright © 2017 Blushing Books Publications and Sai Marie Johnson
Business as Usual (continued)
The back of his hand hit her cheek with a loud smack and enough force to send the petite woman straight to the tiled floor beneath her. In shock, she shakily pushed herself upward and looked back at both of them with a pleading look of fear. She knew what was going to happen next. André already had the desirous glint of a madman flickering in his hazel gaze, whilst Julien now appeared to have a wolf-like grin playing upon his lips.”Camille, get up and wipe your lip. It seems you are bleeding, beloved.” Julien’s voice was smooth, commanding, and dominant. The prostitute behind the two men had already begun to put her clothes back on, and André waved Julien away from Camille with a grin.
“Pay the whore her worth. Let me deal with this precious jewel you have kept away from me,” he whispered. Each word was like a steely blade, stripping away the silky fabric of Camille’s negligee. The fabric clung to her full breasts, and her deep cleavage heaved with each hurried breath she took. André’s eyes fell upon her chest quickly, and he leaned forward, pinning her into the wall, as hot breath emitted his nostrils. The man was gorgeous, and in another world, Camille would have found him irresistible. She flattened herself against the wall behind her and sucked in a breath.
Julien turned around and went over to where his pants lay on the floor, lifting them to extract a few loose twenties, which he then tossed at the whore and then waved her onward.
“Get the fuck out of here, harlot. I have nothing else to offer for that piss poor blowjob you just gave,” he barked.
Camille’s eyes lifted and met André’s hesitantly, and within his eyes, she saw the unbridled dangers he held in store for her. He leaned forward and whispered against her earlobe in a teasing manner, “Beauties such as you are worth far more than a bitch on her knees. Shall we start with a name, precious one?” he whispered.
Camille felt her heart still in her chest and froze in terror. Her previous disgust now began to melt away, like ice on an early spring day.
André slid his finger beneath her chin and gripped the side of her jaw firmly, holding her face in position so as never to break his penetrating gaze. “Answer me, or the slap he gave will seem like child’s play by the time I am through.”
Cami hesitated again, her voice having fled her. “I…Camille Alessandra de Clervaux von Beirutt,” she said in a hushed whisper.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard was it, Camille?” he asked.
The dominance in his voice sent a shudder down her body, and Camille shook her head.
“No, sir,” she whispered.
The word sir brought a smile to André’s lips, and he looked back at Julien with a chuckle.
“Why did you keep her from me, Jules? Afraid I would know what to do with a woman like this when you had no idea?” he asked. Julien’s eyes narrowed, and a glint of jealousy reflected in his amber eyes.
“No, why the fuck would you think that, André? She’s much too arrogant and vain to engage in something like this. She’s too good for it—entirely too vanilla,” Julien stated.
“Ah, I think you are wrong, Jules. I see fire in her eyes that is as vibrant as her deliciously red hair. Isn’t that the truth, Camille?” André asked as he looked back at her.
Camille cast a glance back at her husband and, uncertain of how to answer, just gave a nod.
André slid his tongue out to wet his lips and leaned in to whisper against her own. “Fear is something any predator can sense on his prey and, darling, you reek of it. That will never work for this. Do you want it eased or violent? Because, to be honest, violence thrills me more than easy lays any day. Either way, you’re going to be mine,” he whispered before flicking his tongue across her lips.