by Marie Tuhart
“No, I don’t. You pervert.” Remember to play your part.
“Ah, watch your mouth.” He playfully slapped her breast.
“Ouch,” she cried out, but he hadn’t hit her hard enough to hurt her, just to sting.
“I have to taste you.” He bent down and drew one nipple into his mouth.
She squirmed in her bonds. He playfully bit down on the nub before moving to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. When he was done, her breathing was choppy, and all her nerves were alive, waiting for more.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked, not bothering to disguise his voice this time.
“Yes, Sir.” Kristen couldn’t wait to find out what Cameron was going to do to her. At the beginning, fear had overwhelmed her. It wasn’t until Cameron had talked to her about this morning and about her safewords that she remembered her fantasy. A kidnapping fantasy.
Once her fear had receded, she’d relaxed into the scene and put up mock struggles. She wondered who the other guy was, because she knew it wasn’t Cameron. Cameron’s touch was softer, more sure of himself. The other person had been hesitant and his skin rougher than Cameron’s.
A shiver ran up her spine as Cameron’s fingers curved around her hips. Cold metal against her skin had her sucking in a breath. With a swish of metal scissors, her thong was cut from her body.
Now, she was naked before him. Okay, she needed to make this good. “Oh no, please, Sir.” She wiggled her legs as if trying to get out of her bonds. The cool air caressed her pussy, making it tingle.
“Please what?” His voice was close to her ear.
“Please don’t hurt me, Sir.”
“Oh, I have no intention of harming one hair on this pretty little head.” His heat disappeared.
She waited and listened but didn’t hear anything. The chair she was sitting in began to rise, and she let out a cry.
“Easy.” Cameron’s voice was nearby. “I’m just getting you in position.”
“For what?” Damn, she wished she could see. Where the hell were they? She tried to use her shoulder to nudge the blindfold away. A slap to her inside thigh had her jerking her head up.
“Leave the blindfold alone. I can’t have you identifying me to the authorities.”
“But they’ve already seen you.” She let out a giggle.
“That was a friend. He’ll never tell on me.” The chair jerked to a stop.
Kristen just hoped the chair was well anchored. She didn’t want to topple over.
Chapter Eighteen
Cameron grinned as he stood beside the chair. It was ingenious to have a movable platform under the chair. He stayed close as it rose to the height he wanted. Jack had shown it to him last week since it had just been installed. It had given Cameron ideas—ones that had included Kristen—hence today’s little scene.
She was now about four feet off the ground and in perfect position. He looked her over. Her pussy was glistening with her excitement, her nipples hard, and her breathing erratic. Perfect.
Cameron made sure the platform was locked in place and went over to the small table. What to use on his captive? He picked up the nipple clamps with the chain and the wand. He’d never used a massage wand on her before and was curious to see her reaction. But first, the clamps.
“Such rosy nipples begging for attention…I think I’ll give it to them.” He began flicking her right nipple with his nail, watching it harden more. He played with her other nipple. When it grew hard, he opened the clamp and put it on.
“Ohhh.” She breathed in and let it out slowly.
He did the second one before she finished her exhale.
“Damn.” Her chin went up. She could tilt her head back a little before hitting the back of the chair.
Cameron tugged the chain between her breasts that connected the nipple clamps together.
“Shit,” she cried.
He dropped the chain, letting it rest between her breasts, and she breathed in and out. He positioned himself in front of her. Luckily, the platform fit exactly to the dimension of the chair so he could maneuver without worrying.
Cameron slid between her spread legs and ran his fingers around her swollen labia. “So soft, so pretty and wet.” He spread her wetness around and brushed her clit.
She wiggled and bucked, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Using two fingers, he parted her pussy lips and smiled at her distended clit. Oh yes, she was more than ready.
He positioned the massage wand just below her clit and turned it on low.
A squeal escaped her lips, and her muscles tensed. He maneuvered the wand around her clit and her pussy lips, letting the vibrations do their job. Her pelvis began to twitch and shift from front to back ever so slightly.
Cameron glanced up at her face. Her mouth was open, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, the chain jiggling with her movements.
“So beautiful,” he whispered and adjusted the wand, putting more pressure on her clit.
“Oh God,” she cried, trying to push her hips up but was unable to from the way she was restrained in the chair.
“What do you want, my sweet?”
“Nothing from you.” Her words were forced, and Cameron had to chuckle. She was still playing her role.
“Oh, really.” He slid the wand up and down against her clit, knowing the vibrations were driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
“No, no, no.” Her head swung from side to side.
“Oh, yes.” He flipped the switch, putting the wand on high.
Her toes curled, and she let out a moan. “You bastard.”
A flush filled her body, and her climax was on the cusp. It wouldn’t take much to throw her over. He reached up, loosened the clamps on her nipples, and yanked the chain hard. The clamps came off her nipples.
Kristen screamed as her climax let loose, her body vibrating against the chair. He flipped the wand off and slid it away from her clit as she sagged in her bonds.
“So fucking beautiful.” Cameron rose and captured her lips in a hard kiss.
He released her and put the wand and clamps back on the table. Then he lowered the platform. Once it was locked on the floor, he began undoing the restraints.
Her arms fell loosely to her sides. Cameron snatched the blanket from the table, and he pulled her to her feet. He wrapped the blanket around her and lifted her into his arms.
As he walked to the sofa, she laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled close. Cameron sat down, holding her. He ran his hands up and down her arm and back. “Okay?” he asked as satisfaction flowed through him. He’d given her a fantasy, and from her reactions, she’d enjoyed it.
“Mmm.” She buried her face in his neck.
“Kristen, honey.” He touched her cheek.
“Deliciously, thoroughly, and completely satisfied.”
Cameron let out a laugh and tightened his arms around her, letting her rest. His cock was hard and wanting, but he could wait. He let his head fall back against the sofa.
“Cameron.” A male voice penetrated his consciousness.
His eyes opened. Jack stood next to the sofa with two bottles of water.
“Hey, Jack.” Cameron glanced down at Kristen, slumbering in his arms. After their late night last night and their early morning, he wasn’t surprised she was asleep.
“I take it the scene went as you planned.” Jack opened one bottle and handed it to him.
“Pretty much.” Cameron raised the bottle to his lips and downed half of it. “What time is it?”
“Almost eleven.”
He’d picked Kristen up at a little before eight; they’d arrived at the club about nine. After that, he’d lost track of time.
“Do you need me to get out of your hair?” Cameron asked.
“No, we’re good. I’m not expecting anyone for a little bit.” Jack gazed down at Kristen. “She’s perfect for you.”
“I know.” And that didn’t scare him as it might once have. Kristen had found his way into his heart
and soul.
Kristen heard low male voices and tried to surface from her impromptu nap in Cameron’s arms. A smile curved her lips as she remembered the intense orgasm Cameron had given her. Hell, the whole scene had been one emotional roller coaster.
“Are you still thinking about going back to Scotland?” a male voice asked. Jack. They were in the club.
“Maybe.”
Her breath caught in her throat. What? Cameron hadn’t mentioned that he was planning on going back to Scotland. What did that mean for them? Their relationship? She opened her eyes.
Cameron gazed down at her, his face filled with passion. “How you doing?”
“Good.” She started to sit up.
Cameron tightened his arm around her. “Just lay here for a few more minutes.”
“Here,” Jack said.
She looked up. Jack held an open bottle of water.
“Thanks.” She slipped her arm out and took the bottle.
“No problem.” He shifted on his feet as if he was uncomfortable. “Well, you’ve got about thirty minutes before I need to do inventory around the club.”
“That’s fine.” Cameron’s gaze briefly went to Jack as he left. He glanced back to her. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. That was one intense scene.” She took another drink.
“Yes, it was. I apologize if Jack and I scared you in the beginning.”
“Cameron.” She lifted her hand and touched his cheek. “I might have been frightened, but inside, I knew you would protect me no matter what. Even though we talked about this and worked it all out, I just didn’t realize it was part of the scene. My fantasy.”
“At first, I thought you were just playing along. I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t see the signs sooner.”
“No need.” Warmth filled her at his caring tone. “Once you reminded me about my safewords, everything fell into place. I just needed to pause to catch my breath.”
“You are so beautiful.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead, and shifted. He lifted her and placed her on the sofa. “Stay there and rest, I’m going to clean up. Then we’ll go to my place.
Cameron jogged across the room and started the cleanup as her mind raced a mile a minute. How soon was Cameron going to leave? Why was he going back to Scotland? Wasn’t she good enough for him?
When had she’d become so attached to him? It had happened gradually, and now she was in deep. She pushed down her feelings of doom. If he chose to leave… No she wouldn’t think that way. They had something special together. She’d fight to keep him with her and pray she didn’t get her heart broken, but she feared it was too late.
****
Kristen was too quiet. Cameron watched her push food around her plate over dinner at his parents’ house.
After the scene, Jack had driven them back to Cameron’s car and then they’d gone to his house. Not wanting to totally tire her out, they’d spent the afternoon curled up on the sofa, watching movies.
But they hadn’t talked much. Even now over dinner as his family talked and discussed their day, Kristen was usually quiet.
“So, the Highland games next weekend…” his dad started.
“Everything is in place,” Cameron said. This was their year to make sure the vendors were in place, all the traditional games were available to those who wanted to play, and everything had flowed smoothly.
“I’ve checked in with each clan who wanted to participate in the games. They’re ready,” Alec said.
“The venue will be open to us at six Saturday morning, so vendors can get set up,” Graham said.
“The drum and pipe corps are ready,” Ian added.
“I’m working with Kristen, but I’ve checked with the food vendors as well. All is set up there,” Skye said.
“See. Our kids have it well in hand.” His mom patted his father’s hand where it rested on the table. “So, Kristen, what surprises do you have in store for us this year?”
Kristen jumped, and she tensed up. He heard her let out a breath as her muscles relaxed.
“Now, if I told you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Kristen’s lips tilted up, but it wasn’t the smile he was used to seeing from her.
His dad let out a laugh. “A woman who can keep a secret.”
Better than anyone knew. Cameron searched her face, trying to figure out why she was so secretive, but she just kept smiling.
He pushed back his chair. “If you’ll excuse us, Kristen and I have plans.”
“Good thing you have a nice big—”
“Ian.” His mother batted his arm.
“Bed, Mom. Bed.”
“It was a great meal, Tira,” Kristen said and glanced at his father. “Looking forward to the games, Reid. I always love seeing all the men in kilts.”
“My favorite part.” Skye let out a laugh.
Cameron escorted her out of his parents’ place. The drive back to his house was silent, and once they were back and sitting in his family room, he turned to her. “Out with it.”
“What?” She folded her hands onto her lap, looking all Miss Prim and Proper.
“Kristen.” He puffed out a breath. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine, Cameron, just a bit tired. Someone kind of wore me out today.”
“It’s more than tiredness.” Damn, but this woman had his stomach in knots. “Did I cross the line today with the scene?” They had talked after the scene, but he was aware that intense scenes could create issues that surfaced hours or even days later.
She shook her head.
“Words, Kristen.” He wanted to hear from her lips he hadn’t screwed up.
“When Jack pulled us over, I got nervous. It wasn’t until he pulled me out of the car and cuffed me that I got scared.” She took a breath. “As I told you earlier, I’d totally forgotten we were in a scene once we left my apartment.”
“Was it a good forget or a bad one?”
“A bit of both. I was scared, but you were there with me, and I knew you would protect me. It wasn’t until you reminded me of my safewords that I remembered you promised to give me my fantasy.”
“And did I?”
“More than you know.” Her hand rose and her palm cradled his cheek. “Once I realized you were in total control, I relaxed. You and Jack had me going when you kept changing your voices.”
“I was pretty sure you’d recognize his voice, so I wasn’t taking any chances.”
“I probably would have, but why did we go to the club?”
“Because you would have known my house, and at the club, we could use the chair.”
“Ah yes, that diabolical chair.”
Cameron laughed, and the tension seeped from his bones. She was talking to him, so that was good. And she wasn’t upset. The Dom and man were both pleased. “You looked so very delicious, bound and open to whatever I wanted.”
“I never realized the chair rose from the floor.”
“Jack just installed the lift this week. We were the first test run.”
“Oh my God, I’m glad it worked.”
“Me, too.” He slid his arm around her shoulders and cradled her to his side. “So…do you want to watch a movie, or just go cuddle in bed?”
“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go home.”
Cameron glanced down at her face. She seemed relaxed.
“I’m tired, Cameron.” She brushed a kiss against his chin. “I sleep much better when I’m home. Plus, tomorrow I have to start figuring out everything I’m going to bake for the games.”
“I guess I did wear you out today.”
“Last night and today. But I enjoyed every second of it.”
The sincerity etched in her face told him everything was all right. “Good, that was the plan. Okay, let’s get you home.” He slapped her on the ass, and she jumped.
Thirty minutes and a few dozen kisses later, Cameron pulled away from the café. He’d wanted to stay, but Kristen had shooed him away, saying she’
d never get any rest with him around. In a way, she was right.
Once back home, he flopped down on the sofa and flipped on a baseball game, but his mind wasn’t on the game. It was on Kristen and his pending decision about Scotland.
He was losing his heart to her, and that should make his decision easier. But instead, it complicated it. Her business was here as was her life, and he wouldn’t ask her to give that up. While he hadn’t made any promises to return, he had agreed to give it serious consideration.
Chapter Nineteen
Early Saturday morning, Kristen turned onto the driveway that led to the parking lot for the vendors where the Highland Games were being held.
“A very good morning to you, Kristen,” Ian said as she pulled the van to a halt. “Welcome to the Highland Games.” He leaned against the open window of the small van she’d rented.
“Morning, Ian.”
He reached into the small pouch he wore and pulled out a wristband. “Hold out your arm, please.”
She held out her left wrist, and Ian fastened a red band on it. “What’s this for?” They hadn’t done this before.
“So you can freely access everything the games have to offer. Go ahead and follow the driveway. We’ve got your spot all marked out. Have fun.” Ian stepped back.
Kristen followed Ian’s directions—not that it was difficult. Cameron waved her into a parking spot. She turned the engine off and unlocked the doors.
“About time you got here.” Cameron opened the door, undid her seat belt, and helped her out of the van. Then before she could even say a word, his lips covered hers.
She melted into his arms. He’d been such a good sport over the last week as she had experimented and baked. While it cut into their time together, she had made sure to spend as much free time with him as she could, and also included him while she was baking. She was excited about today and being with Cameron.
“Come on, big brother, quit groping your lady so we can get her set up and get some food.” Alec’s voice intruded.
Cameron broke the kiss. “Bug off.”
Kristen laughed and placed her fingers against his lips. “He’s right.”
Cameron let out a big sigh. “All right, show us what needs to be done.” He let his arms slip from around her, and instantly, she missed his warmth.
