by Emma Rose
Cami collapsed onto Eddie’s chest, catching her breath and feeling the afterglow of her orgasm. Then there was a hand pulling her head up as Patrick’s cock was presented in front of her mouth. She licked and cleaned it, amazed she could get her lips all the way around it.
“Good girl,” Eddie whispered, kissing and nuzzling her as she serviced his friend. “Good girl.”
They spent the rest of the evening touching, sucking, kissing, and enjoying each other. Once Cami looked over to see if she could find Maralee and saw her friend just sitting on a lawn chair by the pool staring at the moon. Before she could make much sense of it, Eddie’s mouth found her sweet spot and she leaned back to enjoy his deliverance.
Eventually, people began to rise and dress. Patrick whispered something in Russian to Eddie and he nodded, pointing the way to the pool house. Cami could barely hold herself up, even with Eddie holding her arm. Every part of her was raw, sore, and happy.
“You were beautiful, Camellia. You made me very proud,” Eddie lavished praise upon her.
“I want to please you,” Cami responded. She had no energy left to hold back or lie. “You don’t need to blackmail me, Eddie. I want to serve you.”
“I know, sweetie, I know,” Eddie said softly, running his fingers through her hair. “The deal doesn’t make you serve me; it frees you to enjoy it.”
Patrick returned and nodded at Cami in a sort of non-verbal thank you. She smiled and nodded back, wondering if Patrick really didn’t speak the language, or how much Russian Eddie actually knew. Either way, she was grateful to both men for the ride of her life.
Cami sat down on the grass as they left, turned over the mat, and fell asleep in the clearing. She told herself she’d just close her eyes for a second and help Maralee clean up when the rest of the guests left. She had been used in every conceivable way, and no part of her was unloved.
“Okay, Cam. It’s time,” Maralee crowed. Cami awoke to find herself wrapped in a blanket still on the mat. The lights were off except the porch lights and the flashlight in Maralee’s hand. “I can’t let you sleep out here all night. Now that the music has stopped the garden snakes and bunnies will return.”
“Snakes? Bunnies? What?” Cami replied dopily. “What time is it? Are people starting to leave?”
“It’s 2:00 a.m. People left hours ago, dear. Everything’s clean, and it’s time for you to come in. You can sleep in my guestroom tonight. You’re way too tired to drive home.”
“Really? Two a.m.? What happened?”
“I don’t know much about your night. The last time I passed by Eddie and his friend were riding you like a pony—hard, fast, and wet. Then, you crashed out here.”
“I’m sorry, Mar. Did you have to clean up alone?”
“My friend came by to help. He’s gone now.”
“Friend? I didn’t see any friend. Did you even have sex tonight?” Cami vaguely remembered seeing the priestess alone every time she looked for her.
“No, I did not. But Diana was plenty honored, I assure you. I…um…I am laying off physical love for a while. I’m giving myself a chance to be and breathe.”
“So, no hanky panky with the ‘friend?’” Cami wasn’t sure why it irritated her so much that Maralee wasn’t having sex, but it made her feel somehow alone in her adventure.
“He’s not that way. He’s different.”
“Different my ass,” Cami muttered as she stumbled toward the house, her sore mound protesting every stretch of her legs. “He’s just using it to get into your heart, then your pants. Trust me; you’ll end up underneath him.”
“Go to bed,” Maralee said coldly. Cami could tell she crossed a line. “We’ll talk another time.”
Cami barely made it to the guest room before collapsing on the bed. She woke the next morning on top of the covers, her entire body alive with the sensations of use and release.
“I want you to know,” she said sheepishly to her best friend as they shared some morning coffee. “I wasn’t drunk last night.”
“Not on punch,” Maralee smiled in a strangely calm fashion. “But you were drunk.”
“On what? Moonlight?”
“Something far more powerful,” the priestess said, nodding sagely just to drive Cami nuts. “You were drunk on lust.”
***
“It’s too early for this,” Cami mumbled into her phone. “Isn’t it against some kind of law to call people before 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday?”
“Natural law, probably,” Eddie laughed. “But we are the law breakers, are we not?”
“Want do you want?” Cami asked brusquely.
“That’s not a very nice tone for a woman learning to be submissive,” Eddie responded.
“It’s too early to be submissive,” Cami whined. Eddie nodded as he listened to the edge and the weariness in her voice. He knew it wasn’t some kind of lifestyle or need inside her like some of the women who had previously knelt before him, but he was enjoying her part in his game immensely.
“Well, plan to come over tonight around seven when the clock strikes submissive. We’re heading out for some fun.”
“We aren’t taking your plane, are we?”
“No, no,” Eddie laughed. “We’re going to The Spreader Bar. Word has it we may see quite a show.”
“What should I wear?” Cami hadn’t been to the bar since the night of the opening when Eddie screwed her in his private office. He tried to take her to the club several times, but she always begged off. She was terrified someone would recognize her and report her activities to Tyler or everyone else in Grafton.
“I’ll dress you,” Eddie chuckled, his finger tracing the circle of her nipples on the desk as they talked. “You won’t even recognize yourself.”
Cami hung up the phone as the feelings of fear, desire, and excitement churned in her stomach and moistened her private spaces.
“This is so wrong,” she said to herself, plopping her feet on the floor and preparing to do some house chores to distract her from the evening’s activity. “So right, right, right…wrong.”
Fortunately for the kitchen floors and patio windows, Mr. Clean turned out to be the perfect man to get Cami through her day without too much fixating on the pleasures that were to come. She spent most of her cleaning time fuming over Maralee. They’ve been best friends since high school and it wasn’t like Maralee to keep secrets.
“Except for the fact she killed her own father,” Cami said to herself as she nearly scrubbed a clean spot into her kitchen tile. “No, she didn’t mention that, did she?”
It wasn’t the death of Jim Snow, wife beater and hypocrite, that bothered Cami. It was the fact Maralee never told her. Now there was this new “friend” who had the power to make the priestess of Diana celibate and seemed to be filling up lots of her time.
“Maybe she’s falling for this guy and she thinks I’ll make fun of her because she swore never to mate,” Cami said to the window, seeing her own reflection in the glass. The fact Maralee wouldn’t give Cami his name, description, or tell her the slightest thing about their time together, was drawing a wedge between them, she could feel it.
She called Maralee on a cleaning break and tried to tell her it was okay if she was falling in love. Cami promised she wouldn’t tease her or mess it up for her. Maralee listened very patiently for the thirty-fifth time and said, also for the thirty-fifth time, that it was not a relationship like that. She affirmed she met a friend and was just sharing energy and space with him. She said she loved Cami and always would be her best friend, but this was something that she needed to do.
“It won’t be forever, Cam,” Maralee told her soothingly. “He’s just here for a moment. He understands me in a way other people can’t. He’s been through what I’ve been through.”
“He’s a killer too?” Cami said bitterly, then clapped her hand over her own mouth.
“What?”
“I mean, he could kill you—too,” Cami recovered. “No one knows who he is. He co
uld be stalking or planning something. It’s not safe.”
“The goddess would warn me,” Maralee said with a hint of laughter. “And if he is going to kill me for my fortune he had better hurry. Lightfeathers is not doing so great right now.”
“I just feel like the one thing we said would never happen is coming true,” Cami pressed. “A man is coming between us.”
“IF a man is coming between us,” Maralee retorted dryly. “It’s Eddie Dunning. Ever since you’ve been his little lap dog, you’ve become suspicious, distant, and sex-crazed.”
“Nice,” Cami said, and hung up the phone. Maralee didn’t call back.
***
A black vinyl, sleeveless corset dress with a strapless bullet bra top, a crotchless satin G-string, fishnet thigh high stockings with a black garters, and four inch “fuck me” heels were laid out on the bed in Eddie’s guest room.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Cami stammered when she saw her proposed wardrobe for the evening. “I can’t even get into that!”
“Of course you can,” Eddie cajoled as he kissed her shoulder, removing her blouse and unbuttoning her bra. “I had it made just for you.”
“You know my measurements?”
Eddie’s hand ran over the top of Cami’s breasts, still showing bruises and hickeys from the moon gathering, and went straight between her legs, grasping her freshly shaved pussy lips and pinching just hard enough to make her rise on the balls of her feet.
“I know everything about you,” he whispered, feeling the wetness coat his hand. He walked away, leaving her to get dressed alone. Cami waited until the flush of his attention had ebbed enough for her to breathe, and then worked her way into the shiny, black, form flattering dress. She couldn’t imagine what he spent to have it custom made, or paid for these other objects of fetish wear, but it didn’t matter. Once dressed she felt herself worth everything and so much more. Standing on her heels, her garters stretched but holding, the G-string rubbing tantalizingly through her cleft she understood the allure of black vinyl. It was power.
“Four hundred dollars worth of clothes, and I still feel naked,” she complained with a laugh, walking out to find Eddie on the couch sporting quite a happy bulge underneath his slacks.
“Then I shall clothe you in security, so that you feel loved,” he said poetically. “Kneel down.”
Cami dropped to her knees, expecting to use her mouth to relieve the pressure she knew was building underneath his zipper, when he pulled something out from his pocket instead.
“Tyler can give you the Hope Diamond, if he wasn’t such a cheap bastard,” Eddie crooned. “But he can never give you the essence of this.”
Cami looked to see a leather collar in his hand, much like a dog collar only stylized and also clearly sized for her. On the front was a shiny silver clasp, for a leash, and a high polished silver tag. She turned it around in her palm to see Eddie’s monogram engraved. On the back of the tab was engraved in italics one word: “mine.”
She closed her eyes as he put it around her neck and felt the buckle clasp into place. Leaning forward she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him and kissing his pants.
“I need you in me right now,” she said, then remembered her role in their sex. “Please.”
Eddie laughed deeply and unzipped his slacks, feeling the full joy of her services as her hot, wet mouth surrounded the head of his cock, sucking and nurturing it until she drew every ounce of cum into her mouth, swallowed up, and looked up at him licking her lips with pleasure.
“Thank you,” she said, overcome with emotions she didn’t really understand, but lost in them none-the-less.
“You claim you are doing this under duress, and you do not like this life—and yet—you’re a prodigy.” Eddie smirked. “Let’s go.”
Cami felt the awkwardness of her almost-nudity the second they walked out the door to get in the back of his car. The driver let his eyes follow her body up and down and Cami realized he was just the first of many to see her charms so accentuated. She held it together until they pulled into the parking lane at The Wine Loft.
“I can’t,” she stuttered and shook. “I can’t do this. Howard and Steve are in there.”
“They stay in the loft,” Eddie informed. “Neither is very interested in The Spreader Bar. But we can go in through my office if you would prefer.”
“Still, there has to be people I know or I work with in there. I’m not ready for this.”
“Fine, fine,” Eddie said, reaching into the side pocket of the car. “I was hoping this wouldn’t be necessary, but until your time is up and you are ready to choose me and forsake the droids of Dyes I suppose this will do.”
Eddie held up a black latex zip-up hood with space cut out for her eyes and mouth alone and asked her to lean forward. He zipped it over her head, making sure to tuck her hair in neatly. Cami looked in the mirror on the pull down behind the driver’s seat. She had been transformed into a bald, latex faced, anonymous slave. She smiled, the black latex highlighting her burgundy lipstick.
“Thank you,” she said heartily. She felt like she could go anywhere and no one would ever know who she really was. That wasn’t too surprising. The deeper she delved into Eddie’s world, she realized, the less she knew about herself as well.
Eddie took her by the hand and guided her through the back entrance into his private office. The new heels and the eye holes in the mask made everything a little hard to negotiate at first. But, by the time they were seated and she went to the bar to fetch some drinks, she was walking like a pro. The music was pumping, lights were flaring and the place was packed. She realized she’d been a little silly about being recognized. In this crowd, everyone was masked, leathered, latexed, or chained in some way or form. All the constriction had the distinct effect of making everyone feel free. People were dancing with abandon, couples made out at the bar and more than one “master” had his hand down someone’s pants.
Eddie smiled and nodded to the music as his eyes scanned the room. He was clearly looking for something or someone. Cam looked around, but couldn’t tell one black shiny blob from another. Relaxed, she enjoyed her drink and began moving her body to the rhythm of the room. Eddie stuck his finger in her drink and lifted to her lips, enjoying the feeling as she sucked on it in public, reviving his already well-tended member. He motioned his driver to come over, whispered something in his ear, and stood to guide Cami by the hand to a private room.
There were five “Bottle Service” private rooms behind the bar. For a fee, you could have your own private party. Steve and the management were very clear to patrons and police that these rooms were not for sexual use and the patrons were to stay dressed at all times. Eddie’s clothes were off within forty-five seconds of locking the door. He kissed Cami, the taste of his scotch still on his lips, and reached for the zipper to her hood.
“No,” Cami said, kissing him back. “Take me like this. Take me bound for you.”
Eddie lunged toward her, unable to hold himself back. Bending her over the arm of one of the fluffy couches, he ripped the satin G-string off her in one snap and plunged himself into her waiting and wet body. She gasped at the sudden forcefully entry, the pain of him lasting only a moment and the pleasure of his strong thrusts carrying her much farther. She pushed her hips out to meet him, driving him deeper into her. With the mask on, she felt like she could be doing this on top of the bar. The tight vinyl corset held her breasts in place, and he reached around, pinching the bulleted seams with her nipples underneath. She let go and felt herself climbing the ladder of her pleasure when suddenly his member was withdrawing from her body.
She began to turn around when she felt his arms on her sides, lifting her up. Surely he didn’t intend to leave her on the edge like that. She faced him only to see the lust in his eyes mirrored her own, passionate and wild. He pushed her backwards and she fell onto the couch. Before she realized what was happening he was between her legs and re-entering her body.
“I want to see you,” he growled. “I want to see your outlined eyes close with pleasure as I fuck you.”
Cami wrapped her legs around his and used her arms to pull him closer as he pounded her. She could hear the little silver tag on her collar bouncing back and forth with his thrusts, each metallic clink repeating in her head—mine…mine…mine…mine…mine.
“Ooooooooooooooh,” Cami sighed as the orgasm pulsed deep inside her. She clung to Eddie’s back, digging in, her nails leaving a calling card of their own. He came inside her with a guttural groan feeling his power spurt into her body.
“That was—” he started to say.
“Wow.” she completed his thought. They spent some silent time on the couch, then cleaned themselves up to go back out in the bar. The satin G-string hadn’t given her much privacy, but it was more than she had now. Still, the afterglow was coursing through her as she leisurely went to the bar for another drink while Eddie said he needed something from his office.
A light came into the dark room. The bartender looked up, and anyone not lost in the music stopped to stare. Cami could feel the change and turned to see what masked celebrity or high powered Grafton resident had walked in. She nearly spit her drink on the floor when she swiveled and looked directly at the unmasked, blond, hulking Andrew Sovich.
“Holy God,” Cami said under her breath, fleeing her chair and running into Eddie’s office. “We have to leave, Eddie. We have to leave now.”
“Calm down and tell me what’s happening,” Eddie commanded.
“Dr. Sovich just walked in. Andrew Sovich!” Cami cried emphatically, looking toward the back door. Eddie didn’t make a move or even blink. “Andrew ‘I’m-Gonna-Tell-Tyler’ SOVICH IS IN THIS BAR!”
“Shhhh,” he cautioned. “If you don’t keep it down, he is going to be in this office.”
“We need to leave,” Cami hissed through clenched teeth. “This is not in the deal.”
