Owning his pet

Camille's POV

Hazel was being a jerk. I had already begged. What on earth did he mean by sounding desperate enough'?

He wanted me, didn't he? Then why was he being so difficult?

He stared down at me expectantly, and I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. What did he want me to do? Beg? I could do that. I could do anything as long as he touched me with those skillful hands and made me feel incredible.

"I'm sorry I scoffed," I muttered, tightening my grip on his leg. "Please don't leave."

"Hmm," he hummed. "Not very convincing pet,"

"What else do you want me to do?!" I cried, throwing my hands in the air.

His gaze on me darkened, and I whimpered an apology.

"Keep up with that attitude, and this will be over, pet."

"I'm sorry," I sniffed. "I need you, please. I need you so bad!"

"What do you need me to do, pet?”

My face flushed at his question. "I-I need you to make me cum."

"Isn't that selfish of you? And what about me?"

"I'll surrender," I whispered, looking up at him.