Chapter 7 6

A Mercedes-Maybach Exelero had just pulled into the Hudson Yards apartment complex in New York City. It belonged to Danieru, who was now also carrying Camilla. It was now eleven o'clock at night, the streets were still busy, and people were milling about peacefully.

Danieru and Camilla had just arrived at an apartment complex, their car parked in the basement parking lot. Camilla was shivering, her makeup unable to hide her pale face. Ten minutes after leaving Terra Blues, Camilla felt aching again. To calm her down, Danieru had to fondle her in the passenger seat.

The couple's driver had been silent the entire time, driving at high speed. Luckily, the driver Danieru had hired was a good driver, otherwise... there might have been a big traffic accident.

The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door for Danieru and Camilla. "Sir, do I need to call a doctor?"

Danieru immediately got out, carrying Camilla's sleeping body. "No need, our wedding is in two days. Tell Alistair's family that Camilla is staying with me now."

The driver bowed, quickly closed the car door, and sat back in the driver's seat.

As the driver drove away, Danieru had already entered the private elevator. He was the owner of the apartment, occupying the top floor.

The Eugene Apartments, one of Danieru's assets, was quite cherished. It was located in an upscale and very quiet area. Many Hollywood celebrities and wealthy individuals lived there. Security was excellent, amenities were complete, and it was very close to the city's upscale attractions.

Danieru deliberately chose this place as his residence. Besides being a quick commute to work, it also held special memories for him. Something that made him eager to live to this day.

The elevator carrying Danieru and Camilla reached the top floor. The doors opened, and a long hallway became Danieru's first sight. The man immediately stepped out of the elevator, swinging his legs faster toward the door at the end of the hallway.

Camilla began to feel restless; it seemed she would wake up and complain of pain. Danieru stared at Camilla's beautiful face, somehow feeling sorry for her.

"Ah, it hurts, stop! Ah, don't!" Camilla cried, her voice hoarse.

Danieru, watching Camilla endure the pain, felt even more pity. What had caused this beautiful woman to become like this? Danieru was also quite shocked when Camilla began to talk in her sleep, as if a nightmare was haunting his future contract wife.

“P-please, akh... it hurts! Don't, sob... I beg you, don't!”

Danieru stopped walking and stared at Camilla's increasingly pale face. Her body trembled, tears streaming from her closed eyes.

Not wanting to take any chances, Danieru resumed his steps and stopped in front of the door to his private apartment. He used his fingerprints as a key, and even had a retina scan performed.

The door opened automatically, and Danieru quickly entered, before closing it behind him. The man hurried to his room, already quite exhausted from carrying Camilla.

Danieru climbed the stairs one by one, and upon reaching the top floor, he immediately headed for his room. He was relieved to see the door open automatically. He quickly entered, went to bed, and laid Camilla down on her bed.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Camilla, who was still trapped in a nightmare. Danieru approached Camilla, lay down beside her, and hugged her.

"Camilla, wake up." Danieru stared at Camilla's frightened face. He became increasingly confused. Did she have any trauma?

“No, let me go! Let me go! Ah... it hurts, sob... let me go! D-dad, p-please.”

“CAMILLA!” Danieru called out in a loud voice.

Camilla opened her eyes, her heart beating so fast, her breathing ragged. Camilla met Danieru's eyes, looking dazed now.

“What's wrong with you?” Danieru asked.

Camilla exhaled slowly, calming down. "No, it's nothing."

Danieru frowned. Had Camilla just avoided the topic? What was she hiding from him?

Not wanting to dwell on her negative thoughts, Camilla sat up. She held her head, which ached terribly; the nightmare had returned, and she vividly remembered the incident from when she was fifteen.

"Don't you want to tell me a few things?" Danieru asked.

Hearing the man's question, Camilla quickly shifted her attention. "Can a cat ask its master questions?"

Danieru chuckled. "You just had a nightmare, my dear cat."

Camilla tried to get out of bed; she really had to go home now. "Where are we?"

"You think?" Danieru immediately sat up. The man untied the tie that had been strangling his collar. He quickly stood up, approached Camilla, and covered her eyes with it.

“Danieru, what are you—”

“Shut up, I know you’re enduring the pain in your body.” Danieru’s voice was soft, but enough for Camilla to hear.

Camilla, whose eyes were now covered by her tie, chose to remain silent. She was indeed feeling the pain. Her nipples were also hard, and they ached as they brushed against her shirt.

Danieru hugged Camilla from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. “Camilla, what if I don’t give you those men?”

Camilla tried to move away from Danieru, but he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her down, and forcing her to remain silent.

Camilla couldn’t answer; Danieru was probably just joking with her this time.

“I absolutely won’t let you be with those men, Camilla. You’re my pet, and you can only be my toy.”

"You want to kill me?" Camilla asked flatly, her voice very low.

"What if only I could touch you?" Danieru asked.

Camilla swallowed hard, unable to answer. Making love to the same person over and over again? Could she do it? She was afraid of falling in love, afraid of being hurt. Her relationship with Danieru began with a contract, and at some point, that contract would end.

"Answer me, Camilla." Danieru licked Camilla's white neck, hugging her even tighter, and his hands began to caress her breasts.

Camilla, feeling Danieru's touch, closed her eyes tightly. It was pointless even if she opened them. Nothing would change, and only darkness would surround her.

"Camilla, why are you so quiet?" Danieru asked again. His hands began to squeeze Camilla's breasts, kissing her neck, leaving reddish trails on her neck.

"Camilla, have you become mute?" Danieru asked. The man immediately released his embrace, lifted Camilla's body, and laid her on the bed. Danieru unbuckled the belt around his waist and then shackled her hands with it.

"Ah... Danieru, what are you doing?" Camilla asked.

"Sharing your hands, what else?" Danieru asked.

Camilla was confused; she didn't understand what Danieru was about to do.

"Danieru, y-you?" Camilla asked nervously.

"I won't give you a man, but you will be my servant. You will be the one to fulfill my needs in bed, and you will continue to do so until I tire of you." Danieru ripped off Camilla's minidress, shocked to find her bare undergarments.

"My cat, you're so tempting right now. I want to feel it," Danieru said.

Camilla didn't care; she just needed satisfaction, and if Danieru could provide that, then she wouldn't need to look for another man.

"Danieru, stop playing, you're boring me!" Camilla insisted.

Danieru grinned. He opened the drawer on the nightstand and took out a candle. He immediately lit it, and a few seconds later, Danieru dripped hot wax onto Camilla's body.

"Hot, ah... what are you doing, Danieru?" Camilla asked.

"Playing with my cat, what else?" Danieru asked.

The wax continued to drip onto Camilla's body, and she felt no pain, but pleasure. Camilla bit her lower lip, shifting restlessly as drops of wax landed directly on her nipples.

“Danieru, ah... you're naughty.” Camilla squirmed slightly, resisting the pleasure as Danieru's hand deliberately touched her private parts.

Danieru didn't really want to do this either; the man's face was blank, disinterested. But he thought further: if Camilla bought the men, and the news reached the media, his reputation as Camilla's husband would also be tarnished.

Danieru wasn't one for gossip; he preferred a quiet life. He wasn't the type to touch just any woman; he only did it with Camilla to protect his reputation.

"Danieru, ah... yeah! I want it, stop... please, enter me."

"Meow, Camilla. Meow like a spoiled cat begging its master for something," Danieru said.

"Danieru... ah, don't play with me!" Camilla insisted, as he continued to drip wax on her body.

Danieru stopped, stripped off all his clothes, and looked at Camilla. The man leaned forward, grabbed his manhood, and stroked it against hers.

"Danieru, ah... please," Camilla said. She shifted restlessly on the bed, her closed eyes irritating him.

Danieru was still trying to fully awaken his manhood, imagining the face of someone long gone from his life.

“Danieru, ah… enter me,” Camilla said, feeling his manhood against her vagina.

“Meow, Kitty. I want to hear it,” Danieru replied.

Camilla reluctantly complied with Danieru’s wishes, steeling herself.

“Meow… meow… meow… Akh, ah… meow.” Camilla’s voice was so soft, Danieru immediately inserted his manhood completely. He felt a pleasure he hadn’t felt in years, and he hadn’t even imagined that Camilla’s cat-like voice would have such an extraordinary effect.

“Ah, yeah! Meow,” Camilla said as Danieru slowly moved his hips. Camilla bit her lip rather hard, not expecting Danieru’s manhood to be so large and long.

“Ah, Camilla. Keep going, ah… meowing so sweetly, Kitty.”

Camilla gave in again, imitating the cat’s meows again and again. She raised her voice as Danieru deliberately nibbled on her nipples.

“Meow, akh… meow, shhh… ah, ah! Meow,” Camilla said as Danieru continued to thrust into her faster and faster.