Realizing who she was

Camille's POV 

I gasped, tossing the rubber dildo aside, and struggled to sit up when he spoke again.  

"Do not move a muscle," 

He stood at the door that led to the bedroom, dressed in black shirt and pants. His hair looked damp as they fell all around his face. He must have stepped out of the shower not long ago. His fresh, clean scent filled my nose, and my mouth watered. The mask on his face did nothing to hide the severe look in his eyes.  

I was going to get punished.  

And yet it thrilled me.  

My pussy clenched around the silicon dildo and those eyes darkened. "I told you not to move a muscle." 

"I-I didn't," I mumbled, watching him step into the room, taking up every space, until all I could see, breathe and feel was him.  

He move