Chapter 89
~Cam’s POV~
Robin: Ma’am, the boss, just asked me to look into the family members. It’s possible that he is fully
conscious that there is a mole, but I highly doubt that.
Cam: It’s fine; just keep investigating and let me know how it goes. Find out the answer to the
question that I asked you. Have you gotten any leads from Chris’s conversation with you?
Robin: No, ma’am, he just asked me to follow his brothers.
Cam: There is a strong possibility that it is not the brothers because they were merely pawns in this
game. Do what I asked you to do; I strongly believe we will have a lead from that.
Robin: Yes ma’am.
After Robin hung up, I went into the room. It was already some minutes after 7. I headed to the shower.
Chris and I haven’t touched each other since he found out I was pregnant. He still doesn’t know that I
know that I’m pregnant. I mean, I don’t have a bump, but I can feel the changes. Things between us
are a little weird, and I don’t like that my husband is always busy. After taking a shower, I went
downstairs to eat dinner with my son. Chris hasn’t joined us for dinner in quite some time, and we’ve
missed him. Not that he is cheating; that is one thing I do not have to worry about. Chris is now
completely dedicated to me and our son. He has made it abundantly clear that he does not want to lose
us, and he has not been engaging in any activity that is capable of causing harm to both me and our
son. He has been a good husband and fathertely. My heart breaks for him because he is so busy
these days that he hardly has any time for anything else, and I feel helpless for him.
Once Liam and I were done eating, he headed to his room, and I headed to mine and Chris’s rooms. I
put on my lingerie and went down into the dungeon. I know what you are thinking. I don’t think Chris
will ever allow me to be a sub in my state, but he also seems scared to touch me, too. He treats me like
I’m a sick patient at the hospital. I only went down to the dungeon to wait for him to get into the shower
so that I could return to the room and finish setting it up. The opening of the door took my attention
away from my thoughts. I could also hear something being tossed onto the bed. Then I went out and
heard the running of water in the shower. Is it really necessary for me to arrange the room? Nah, he
needs me, just as I am. I decided not to set the bed; Chris has been avoiding me, and I will not take no
for an answer today. I demand an exnation from him as to why he does not want to touch me. I
know he won’t cheat, but I need him now more than anything. When the water stopped running, I went
to the bathroom door and waited for him to open the door. When he finally came out, my lips eagerly
imed his own in a passionate kiss. I trailed my hand to drop his towel, but he held me still and broke
the kiss. When he finally broke it, my lips hungrily imed his own again.
“I can’t.”
He rejected me.
He supported me by holding my shoulders and maintaining eye contact before shaking his head.
No, it’s not happening, not when I need him like this.
I mmed my lips into his own with as much force as I could muster, causing him to groan and try to
pull away from me. “Camille, stop!” He began pacing back and forth, brushing his hair back with his
hand.
“Why?” It seemed as though my question had caught him off guard, and I asked, “Why, do you not
want to touch me?” I made an effort to be specific.
“Look, Princess.” He halted for a moment, as though searching for the appropriate words to say, “You
are not ready.”
“Did I turn into a virgin again?”
“No, you didn’t,” he stated.
“Then why?” I asked. I was this close to crying, but I couldn’t. I don’t need tears. I need a dick!
“I don’t want to discuss this with you, Camille. Just sleep. Besides, I’m tired.
I grabbed his towel, and his fly sprang free. His eyes widened in surprise. I took advantage of the
situation by pushing him back, and he fell back and sat on the couch. I climbed on top of him and
brushed my wet juice against his shaft. As I rubbed myself on his shaft, I could feel him expanding and
bulging.
“Camille, stop!” I lifted my body a bit and swallowed him whole with a roaring moan. He blinked twice,
then closed his eyes again before looking upward. As I rocked back and forth on top of him, I wrapped
my hands around his neck. He started groaning as I increased my speed. “Fuck!” he grumbled, and I
continued to sway my hips as I swallowed him fully. I ced both my legs on the couch and started to
bounce up and down on his shaft. There was no fucking way I was going to sleep while horny like this.
He gritted his teeth. I drew his face closer to mine and maintained eye contact with him as I rocked
back and forth. I lowered myself and began to sway left and right, keeping his gaze fixed on me. My
chest tightened up as I breathed more quickly over his ears, and I slowly let my hand slide down to his
balls. I exerted great force on them, and he let out a drawn-out, ragged groan in response. As I rocked
back and forth on him, I became aware that my body was shaking uncontrobly.
“Fuck!” I yelled, “Pinch my nipples.” I told him, and he gave me exactly what I asked for, and I was
letting out moans with abandon now, and I couldn’t stop myself from climaxing. I was so close that I slid
my index finger across my clitter and rubbed it, then put the same finger in my mouth. I sucked it in as I
swayed on top of him, my gaze fixed on him.
“Did you just taste yourself, Camille?”
“I did. Is that bad of me?”
“No, princess, that’s so sexy of you. How do you taste?”
“It’s a little salty,” I said, rocking back and forth on him, “There is also a hint of sweetness right at the
end.”
“Fuck!” He began pounding on me. His voice was deeper than before and I could tell he was getting to
the edge. I was powerless to contain my excitement. I let out a shout, my words tripping over each
other.
“I’ming, holy shit Chris, Fuck, I’ming!” I cried out. “I’ming!” He gritted his teeth and
tightened his grip on my waist as he gave me one final shove with a groan. I got off of him and went
towards the bathroom, then he stopped me.
“Camille, don’t try that again. It’s not safe?”
“Why not? Are you sick?”
“Not me, you.”
“Pregnancy isn’t a sickness, Mr. Grayston.” As he looked at me, his eyes widened.
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