Chapter 144: Chapter 144

Alpha's Hated Mate

Camilla's POV

First meeting of the day and I'm already feeling sore, and with good reason. I have thrown up three times this morning and I'm over it, I've never had a hangover last this long before. If that was the worst of it, I would be okay with it but no, I'm going into heat in exactly one week. That's something to look forward to I guess.

I'm scrolling through my phone, talking to Tiana while Emily makes the closing points of the meeting. I miss Tiana, I didn't get to say goodbye at my birthday party a few days ago and she hasn't been here since. Her pregnancy is getting the best of her, Tee doesn't like to rest but lately she's been sleeping a lot.

My newly found brother has been trying to get into contact with me, obviously to rant about me keeping secrets about Tiana from him when he just wants what's best for her and the baby at this point. Screw him, they're not together, he doesn't need to know about her habits and dislikes unless he works to learn them, I'm not telling him anything.

My gaze shifts from my phone to the boardroom, it's deserted, I didn't catch sight of anyone departing. But still, everyone is gone, everyone but Kingston. I set my phone down, watching him with the very intensity he is watching me with.

“Are you okay, beautiful? You seem a little off today.”

I nod, but quickly shake my head, making his face furrow. “I am not okay,” I sigh. Truly and honestly, I don't feel like myself today, now that I think of it, I haven't felt like myself in days. Perhaps it's the effects of me getting my gift, that shit took a lot from me.

“Really?” Kingston inquires.

“Uh-huh, why don't you help me feel better?” I tell him, batting my eyelashes at him, a pout fixed on my lips.

Kingston rises, his feet instantly making their way to me. My lips pull into a wide grin as I peer up at him, hovering above me. “Don't bait me Beautiful, you know I don't play nice.”

“I know, my game, your rules.” I tell him, my hand reaching to caress his face.

“Bend over this table so I can adorn that beautiful ass.” he rasps, pulling away from my gaze.

I do as I'm told, with very little hesitation in the process of dropping my panties and inching my skirt above my waist, my body angling where he wants me. I look over my shoulder to where Kingston stands, the sound of his belt getting unbuckled alerting me, it sends shivers down my spine. In one very swift motion, he pulls his belt from his pants, wrapping it around his hand.

Kingston moves to meet me, his hand lightly brushing over my ass, the fingers tracing their way down to my pussy where he pinches on the clit, hard. “Not a sound out of you Beautiful, or you're really going to get it. Clear?”

“Crystal.” I gulp, my hands gripping the edge of the table strongly. That's when I feel his hands renounce me and I bite on my tongue, awaiting the first lash of his belt.

When the fine leather collides with my skin, I flinch, knowing full well it's left a mark, one that isn't hurting now but will later. “King.” I bite, looking over my shoulder to him.

“What is it Beautiful, hmm, what do you need?” he asks, grasping his belt firmer.

We've worked out our situation, neither one of us is ready for a commitment but still, we have one common interest, sex.

He wants to feel in control and I want to lose control. “I want,” I begin, sliding my tongue over my lips. “I want you to hurt me, belittle me, I want it all King, give me everything.”

“Hmm, that's a little greedy, don't you think Beautiful?”

“No.”

“Hold on a little tighter, and to improve your shitty concentration, unlike from today's meeting.” he snorts, brushing his hand over my ass cheek. “Look at the analog clock Beautiful, watch it and tell me when it hits exactly nine forty five, okay?”

“Okay.” I nod, my gaze instantly veering the clock on the wall, it's so nice, Beta picked it herself.

Kingston groans, his belt whoosh, a familiar sting washes over me, the second one hands harder, sending fire rushing through me. A calmness feels me, the pain settling in right at home. With each lash, I raise up onto my toes, tears blurring and streaming from my eyes as I stare at the clock, blinking them back as I bite down on a moan.

“Nine forty five,” I bite out, clenching my pussy. I hear a clang, his belt dropped to the floor. His fingers caress my ass, making me flinch in the process. Kingston groans in approval, my ass must be bright red if he likes it that much.

My hands grip the edge of the table firmer, Kingston's hand runs through my ass, his fingers tracing their way to my wet pussy, gliding up and down before slipping into me, one at a time until there's three. I whine, my walls clenching around his fingers as they begin to move inside me, his other hand reaches underneath me, locating my clit and rubbing it to the rhythm of his fingers thrusting into me.

An exhilarating high rises in me, muffled moans managing to make their way past my lips, I try by all means to remain steady, arching my back further, my upper body slumped on top of the conference table.

“Kingston, please.” I beg, feeling the effects of his fast and rough fingers assault on my pussy. He takes it upon himself to thrust faster, groaning in disapproval when I arch back up.

“Such a good little whore aren't you Beautiful?” he rasps, his hands withdraw from me, tugging on my waist and holding me against him as he thrusts his fingers back in. I whimper at the interaction, feeling him hard against me gives me another level of excitement.

“Scream Beautiful, I dare you.” he whispers in my ear, the pace of his fingers inside me slowing, the soft caress making me choke on a whimper. A part of me wants to taste the waters but the submissive in me wants to obey every order, like a good girl.

Kingston thrusts harder, his hand colliding with my clit, the sensation giving rise to yet another tingling feeling throughout my body, his name falling past my lips in a loud moan.

“Oh, you really want to play?” he groans, his fingers picking up their pace.

“I'm sorry.” I rasp, rocking my hips to his fingers.

“No,” he whispers, his thumb teasing my clit while his other two fingers continue to thrust inside me. “Daily affirmations.” he adds, his hand coming to my throat, teasing the skin gently before wrapping firmly around it.

I moan, my pussy walls clenching around his fingers, my mind fogging against everything but the high I'm chasing and his request.“You heard me Camilla, affirmations.” he whispers, his warm breath on my skin feeling so good right now. “Now.” he demands, using the hand on my throat to tilt my head back so I'm looking at him.

Running my tongue over my lips, I whimper, he won't let me come until I fall through with my punishment for breaking his first command. “I'm beautiful,” I begin, biting down a moan while his grip on my throat tightens, his fingers sending me closer to that high. “I am an amazing woman, kind, considerate.” I pause, unable to think past anything he taught me with his fingers making me lose all senses.

“Go on little whore,” he urges, his words sending more tingles through me. “What's wrong, can't you say your affirmations? You can do it, you're a good little whore, now tell me what I want to hear.” he grunts.

“I’m incredible, I don't need comparison to others, I am loved,” I tell him, my vision hazing and doting to the back of my head.

“I'm and I-” I can't tell if I am coming or passing out from how hard I'm being choked right now. “I'm worth it.” I cry out, my pussy clamping on his fingers, my body jerking as my orgasm shreds through me, but he holds me steady against him, his thumb teasing my clit, causing more spasms to occur. “King!” I moan, my breath heaving against him.

“Steady.” he warns, his arms deserting me. I don't look to see where or what he's doing, but soon enough, his hand wraps around my waist, guiding me into his lap. “I hope that improves your focus,” he tells me, reaching between my legs to clean me. Clearly enjoying the no panties day I declared this morning, I was hoping to get fucked in between meeting but honestly, this is just as good as him using his dick instead of fingers to fuck me.

“Such a good little Alpha aren't you?”

“Yes.” I retort, my breathing finally steadying.

His hand strokes my hair, tucking the moist strands behind my ear. “You did good with obedience, like always.” he tells me, caressing my cheek gently. I did do good, but not too good, if I did good I wouldn't have had to use affirmations, I hate affirmations.

King sees them as a mode of punishment for me, reminding me just how good and relevant I am after degrading me in the bedroom is his kink and apparently mine too. I liked it so much in the past when I was praised but getting degraded and praised at the same time has me orgasming just thinking about it.

“I have to get cleaned up, my next meeting is with Hades.” I tell him, rising from his lap.

“God,” he murmurs, his hand tracing my ass cheek. “Why do you let me do this to you Camilla?”

“Because you have a nice cock.” I tease, making him groan. “Kidding, I enjoy it just as much as you do, it keeps me on my toes, literally and oh, you do have a nice cock.” I wink, my hands tugging at the hem of my clothing, fixing it to fit, creasing now evident on it, but fuck it. I feel good, hungry but good.

My body leans over King, my hand tracing the evident bulge in his pants. “Mmm, why don't you come play with me some more? I've got some new scented wax I want to try.” I tell him.

“I wish I could, but I have to take Karla to ballet class...” he grunts, his gaze veering to the analog clock momentarily before coming back to me. “Just now, but perhaps tonight. I'd love to see paint in your favorite color spots.”

“Okay,” I tell him, placing a kiss on his lips. I like our kisses, they're short, assuring and sweet. Angling myself up, my hand grips his, stringing him along as we both exit the conference room. My initial plan is to go to the kitchen and grab myself a cool compressant for the burning sensation on my ass right now.

Soon as we enter the kitchen, my eyes fall on Belle, wiping Karla's mouth. Her lips pull into a grin upon seeing Kingston and I together, she loves it, she knows we just did something in secret, my guess is she thinks we fucked before coming here, well that's not too far off from the truth.

Karla jumps off her stool, running to me in her cute little ballet tutu and baby pink tights to match her hair in a perfect bun.

“Mommy!” Karla screams as she giggles, ignoring her father beside me.

I reach forward, taking her into my arms and twirling her before resting her on my hip. “Good morning my sweetheart,” I kissed her cheek. “And how did you sleep?”

“Awesome, but I was sad you weren't there.” She pouts, last night I was in her room, watching a movie on my laptop with her before we both fell asleep, I guess she assumed I'd be there when she awakened, but I left last night, kept awake by my demons and texting my one solace in the darkness that makes us feel whole, Tee.

We talked a lot last night, from how dense my brother is for not picking up on her fake sleeping even after her confession, to me engaging in a sexual relationship with my head trainer, but not willing to accept a romantic one.

“I had early meetings but I couldn't wake you up, you get to sleep in on weekends.” I tell her, popping my hip to insure her steady on my waist.

“Come on Karla, ballet class awaits.” Kingston mumbles beside me. I turn towards him, King taking her in his arms.

“Uhm, mommy can come with us?” she asks, tilting her head.

“I wish I could mi amor but I have work to do,” I tell her. My hand caressing the side of her face.

“I get it.” she murmurs, her tone low but still, she smiles, putting her hand up for me.

My lips pull into a grin, my hand rising to meet her. “See you when you get back, I love you.” I tell her, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Well then, Beautiful and Beta, have a good day.” King tells us, tossing me a wink before he turns to leave. I watch him leave, resting myself on the kitchen table.

“Hmm, so, you and Andrew Devontae Kingston huh?” Mirabelle giggles.

I turn away from the entryway, my gaze veering to her. “Do not start,” I roll my eyes. “Instead, why don't you tell me if everyone is there already.” I groan, referring to the training yard.

Belle nods, her hands fixing her sports bra. “Yep, they are simply waiting for me to kick their ass and you to mark them.”

“No, you're going to go soft on me, you're a sucker for love.” I snorted, “ I think Me, Emily, Victor and Psalm can take this one.” I tell her, straightening myself a little too fast, it makes my vision blur for a second.

Belle sighs, pulling off the gloves off her fingers and tossing them to me. I catch them mid air, slipping them onto my hands with a smile, glad she's not protesting against me fighting the possible pack members instead of her.

“Let me change and I can paint my knuckles red with different blood groups.” I wink, taking a step backwards but I halt when the ground underneath me seems to shake, my vision doting in the back of my head.

“Camilla?” I see Mirabelle frown through my blurred vision, her hand reaching out somewhere but I lose it, she fades, darkness the only thing that I can clearly discern.