“Sleep, Livy,” he told her. “We have a lot to share, but you need to rest.”
She obediently closed her eyes, and within moments, he felt her become slack and boneless as sleep claimed her. He kissed the top of her head and filed the moment away, deep in his brain. She was his.
Chapter Thirteen
Olivia slept the day away, and Cameron fancied that the dark circles under her eyes and her overly prominent cheekbones weren’t as obvious as they had been earlier. He woke her just before the dinner hour, and bathed her in the tub after removing the plug.
“Cameron?”
He carefully rinsed the leg he had just lathered and reached for the other. “What is it, honey?”
“This is such a surreal experience. I feel so safe and protected with you, here at the Club. But I’m uncertain.”
“I want you to always feel safe and protected, Olivia. Always. You are my life, and your care is paramount. I’ll ask a lot of you, honey, but nothing that you won’t be able to give.” He caught a flicker in her eyes and hurried to reassure her. “I want to earn your trust, Olivia. I understand your uncertainty.”
He lifted her dripping form from the tub and wrapped her in a warmed bath sheet. “Use the toilet and come sit with me when you’re done,” he told her. “We are joining Masters Jonathon and Jordan for dinner, but we have a few minutes to talk before we need to go. Bring your hairbrush.”
Cameron settled himself on the chair and tucked the restraints out of sight. As much as he wanted to see his woman secured and open for him, displayed on its convenient design, he wanted to talk with her more. When she came out of the bathroom to join him, still wrapped in the towel, hairbrush in hand, he gestured her to sit between his spread knees. He took the brush and began to work it through her hair. Olivia tilted her head back and sighed her appreciation.
“I need to tell you that you have taught me something about myself, Livy,” he confided. “Love is indeed blind, if not shortsighted, and I put my needs ahead of yours when I investigated your husband.” He felt Olivia stiffen beneath his rhythmic strokes.
“I now understand that you might have come to tell me in time, if I hadn’t pushed you so hard. I scared you, honey, and implied that you felt shame. I know that now. I went too fast, trying to catch up, make up, for all those fucking wasted years. I fumbled this from the get-go and expected you to fall in line. I didn’t consider what you needed. But I’m done apologizing for that huge mistake, Olivia, and I plan to show you over the next few days what life with me will really be like.”
Olivia said nothing for such a long time that Cameron began to despair. If she couldn’t accept his apology and let him in to make amends, have her share, and move on, he didn’t know what else to do. Dominating her wouldn’t work if she didn’t trust him not to screw with her heart again. He kept brushing her hair, all out of options.
Finally, she squirmed around to face him, her lovely face calm and composed. “I haven’t been alive, not really, since I made you go away, Cameron. I worked and worked, and tried to sleep when I wasn’t working. I couldn’t make myself eat.” She gestured at her body. “I know I look like a bag of bones and thank you for making me feel beautiful. But things went too fast. I was overwhelmed and you didn’t give me time to process.”
She slipped off the chair, barely managing to keep the towel wrapped around her, and paced in front of him. She suddenly looked like an avenging Fury, her newly brushed curls a cloud about her face, cheekbones flushed and those amazing eyes flashing gold daggers at him. Cameron wrestled with his surging libido. Until her next words doused it.
“I kept thinking you just wanted to dominate me, take everything, and move on. I should know that isn’t true! But that night you used Jennifer to push me away still resonates. I felt betrayed, and I still have a flicker of hate for you for that, no matter how things have changed. And then you intimated that I wasted those years married to Andrew! Your arrogance still slays me. You assumed I was ashamed and that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Well, it isn’t always about you, Cameron. I was making the best of my life, making the best life out of what I had. Because you had decided for me, took my choice, not to be included in yours! And don’t let that swell your head, Sir, because I still hate you for that, too. Love and hate are damned close, Cameron, and it’s easy enough to cross the line between the two! I was a wonderful friend to Andrew, as he was to me. Never, ever, cross that line with me again.”
Cameron forced himself to his feet. He crossed to Olivia’s passionate form and got into her space. “I understand, sub. I’ve had my say, you’ve had yours, and now we will proceed with our training. You may wear your robe to the dining room, but you will eat naked, and at my feet.”
For the first time he saw a hint of defiance in Olivia’s face. He stripped the towel from her and nearly dragged her to the door. “I don’t allow insubordination. You won’t need your robe.”
Olivia ducked her head and followed him mutely down the hallway, although he suspected that she would have made a bolt for their room if he hadn’t locked the door. The long walk to dinner would push her modesty to the limit. Cameron was going to push all of her boundaries from here on in while taking good care of her until she moved past her rage. Then she would submit. He would not fail.
By the time they reached the intimate dining room, Olivia’s steps were faltering. They had passed several members in the halls, on their way to their own sexual pursuits, as well as a few Club staff. Cameron halted and took her by the shoulders. He kissed her passionately, and her initial stiffness melted away as she responded. He felt her confidence return under his clear approval, and while she kept her gaze on the floor, the uncomfortable, shy woman disappeared. He drew her inside, and she followed him easily. Both Jordan and Jonathon came to their feet, and Cameron recognized their respect for what it was. He took the empty chair, and Olivia knelt by his feet. Cameron believed they had made progress but wasn’t planning to let his guard down any time soon.
He and the other two Doms made small talk while their meal was served, and Olivia kept silent, in her place. Cameron fed her from his plate, carefully cutting only the choicest cuts from his steak and choosing the vegetables he knew her to prefer. He gave her water to drink, pressing his lips to the same place on the goblet that hers touched. He had originally thought training wouldn’t resume until the following day, but Olivia’s diatribe had changed his mind. She had opened up to him, told him, and it was now up to him to help her express and release it. He told Spence that he would want to move to the soft dungeon that evening unless it was otherwise occupied. Olivia tensed against his leg but said nothing. She had done well, excelled, under Jordan’s lash the night before. Cameron would need to decide if he would allow her the mask.
“The soft dungeon’s available later, man, if you’re sure.” Spence wasn’t taking the lead he was entitled to as instructor. Cameron realized the rules had changed when the other man had seen him with Livy that morning. Spence was just making a small query as to caution him. Cameron simply nodded at him. Jordan was giving him death looks, but Cameron ignored him. Jordan could find another sub. Olivia was his.
“I’ll take Olivia back and prepare her,” he said. “What time?”
“Ten, give or take. Got a switch tonight, and can’t predict those.”
Jordan snorted and threw his napkin on the table. “I’ve got a full schedule. Later.”
Cameron watched Jordan pass closer to Olivia than necessary, but relaxed when she didn’t acknowledge his presence, as was fitting. He stood and helped her stand, waiting patiently until he was certain she could walk without discomfort. He nodded to Spence again. He would have just over an hour to prepare her.
The walk back to their room was made in complete silence, although Olivia was less the shrinking violet. Cameron opened the lock and motioned her inside.
“Wait for me in the bathroom,” he said, not looking to see if she did as he asked, crossing instead to the wardrobe. The ro
om suddenly felt empty, and he knew she obeyed. He chose a large plug, and the dildo he had seen earlier. The latter he put in his bag alongside the single tail and his leather-covered paddle. He couldn’t find the clamps that he preferred, but the silver clovers with the heavier chain would suffice, and the tinkling silver bells chimed as he tucked them in with the dildo. He tossed the plug, still in its sterile wrapper, on the pillow and found a new tube of lubricant. Then he followed Olivia into the bathroom.
He opened the vanity and pulled out an anal douche. He handed it to her, and she reached for it, hesitating only so slightly. “Cleanse yourself. When you are ready, join me in the shower.”
* * * *
Olivia clutched the little box in her hand and stared at Cameron’s back. He stripped off his shirt and dropped it in the hamper and then pushed his leathers down, stepping out and draping them over the hook on the door. She ate up the sight of his muscled back and beautiful ass as he opened the glass door and entered the shower. The water streamed and steamed, and his body became shrouded by steam, but not before she saw his hard, straining cock. She broke the seal and threw the packaging into the trash. She wasn’t thrilled, but she would do it, quickly, using the privacy Cameron had afforded her. When she joined him under the myriad of water jets, he had washed and was ready to tend to her.
Cameron washed every tiny inch of her body after shampooing and conditioning her hair. He didn’t spend enough time on any particular part to push her over, but Olivia felt her body begin to hum with arousal, a deep, warm, tingling sensation that she knew would continue to build until she would absolutely crave release. His touch moved her more than even Jordan’s, and Jordan had come to know her responses intimately over their six months together, if only on a once-a-week basis. The erotic scrape of the razor over her legs, underarms and finally, between her legs, nearly made her dance in place. She dropped to her knees and pressed her lips against his cock.
“I didn’t give you permission, sub.” Cameron’s voice was tight, gritty with suppressed desire.
She looked up at him and begged. “Please, Sir.”
Cameron fisted her hair and shoved hard against her mouth. She sucked him inside and tried to keep up with his thrusts. There was little care for her comfort in his actions and she enjoyed the dichotomy. She had felt pampered, like a princess, and now she was servicing her Master like a serving wench. It gave her such power. She would have sucked him dry, but he forced his thumbs into the corners of her mouth to make her open, and he pulled out. He jacked himself off on her face and breasts and then held her under the spray to rinse her. It was intense and erotic, and she ached between her legs, at her most secret place, but she knew better than to seek release.
When Cameron toweled her off, his clever ministrations made her whimper. She found it harder to take a full breath. He towel dried her hair and brushed the curls to drift over her shoulders and down her back and pressed a lip gloss into her hand. He turned away when she applied it and she saw him surreptitiously pass his hand over another burgeoning erection. She could only guess at his control.
“Come here, Olivia.” Cameron’s voice emanated from the bedroom and didn’t give a hint of what his body had portrayed. She folded her lips together in the manner of women all over the world after she applied the gloss and went to him. He poured some sort of liquid into his hands and began to work it into her skin, starting at her neck and shoulders. He oiled her with careful attention to detail, lifting her breasts, anointing her nipples, rubbing it into the crease where her thighs met her buttocks and labial folds as she stood before him. He applied more to her folds, sliding his fingers to her opening, but without pushing inside. Olivia arched into his touch despite herself, and he growled at her under his breath.
“You are not to seek your release, Olivia. Stealing an orgasm this time will result in punishment.”
She bit her lip and thought of unpleasant things like lightning strikes on the greens and food poisoning in the restaurant and managed her arousal. Cameron grunted in approval and turned his attention to her thighs, knees, and calves. By the time he got to her ankles and feet, Olivia was a big mass of sensation, and wanted to climb out of her skin.
“Bend over and hold your ankles.”
Olivia complied and Cameron drifted his fingertips over her buttocks before he eased them apart and applied lubricant to her anus, taking his time to ensure her comfort before pushing one, then two fingers inside, stretching and lubricating her channel. She felt herself beginning to pant, and he immediately withdrew his digits. The plug that replaced them took her breath. It felt huge and had some sort of textured surface that rasped against her tissues.
“Breathe and push out, honey. Breathe.”
The object was finally seated, and Olivia struggled to adjust to the fullness. Cameron helped her to stand and pressed his lips to her forehead. His warmth soothed and calmed her and the plug didn’t seem quite as large. She relaxed and realized Cameron had pulled his leathers back on and shrugged into a clean shirt. He looked brooding and totally sexy, and when he pulled his still-damp hair back into a queue, Olivia’s pussy clenched quite involuntarily. The evening stretching before them was filled with possibilities, and she planned to embrace them all. But she wanted Cameron to let her wear her mask.
“Tell me what you need, sub.” Cameron plucked the thought from her head. She dared ask.
“My mask.”
Cameron’s gaze shifted from hers, and she couldn’t read him. She felt a hint of anxiety. He nodded and walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a red domino similar to the one she had worn in the soft dungeon, just as a thump on the door signaled Master Jonathon’s arrival. It was time, and she slipped the mask on. Cameron tied it off behind her head and dropped a kiss on her shoulder, then picked up a leather bag. She followed him, the mask giving her the extra sense of security she had lacked and needed, and she walked behind Cameron with pride and hope.
Chapter Fourteen
The room held several Club members, and Cameron knew them all. He struggled with a strong sense of ambivalence. He would be doing a scene with Olivia, dominating her and having her submit, just as he had fantasized, in front of his friends and acquaintances. Except they might well witness his failure instead. And she was hiding from them, from him, from herself. He hadn’t been able to deny her the mask, although it felt wrong to him. Yet she had obviously needed it, and he had allowed it. He couldn’t think, couldn’t process. He fell back on his training, tempered by his love for her.
Cameron led his woman to the cross, eschewing the leather restraints dangling from the hook in the ceiling. He felt her tiny flinch of surprise and felt proud of her ability to adjust. He placed the leather cuffs on either wrist and secured them so that her hands stretched toward the upper corners of the frame, then moved quickly to secure her ankles, spreading her legs wide. The wide leather strap around her waist served to take some of the weight from her wrists, and she was as comfortable as someone stretched and exposed like a sacrifice could be. Cameron ensured the plug was still seated properly, and then slid his hand between her folds. She was soaked, her arousal flooding her upper thighs. Cameron smiled in satisfaction. No one now existed but the two of them. And his single tail.
“You have your safe word, sub.”
He barely heard her response. “Yes, Sir.”
God, he wanted to be her Master. He snagged the dildo and held it at her opening. “Big breath, Livy.” He shoved it in, knowing the time for gentleness was over. She flinched away and then accepted it, letting out a low moan that was echoed by the observers. Startled, Cameron cast a glance around him before focusing on Olivia. Her form took his breath and he reached for the clamps, those tinkling bells heralding his approach as he circled to face her. She opened her eyes, and they stared at him through the openings in her mask, looking faintly catlike, and already glazing over with lust. Cameron bent his head to nuzzle at her breasts, sucking the nipples taut. When they were elongated to his satisfaction
, he attached the clamps and listened to Livy’s hiss of pain. He waited until he thought the sensation would have had time to ebb and arrow to her apex. Her scent drew him, distracted him, and he forced himself to back away from the pull she had over him. He threw off his shirt, then took up the whip and snapped it once to mark his start and let Olivia know what was in store for her. She tensed, and he began. He hadn’t had much time for practice, only an hour or so following Patrick’s call that Olivia had agreed to be part of this. But the single tail felt like an extension of his arm, and he plied it as such.
He laid precise stripes across the small of her back and then moved up to her shoulders, followed by several across her beautiful ass. Olivia fell into subspace within moments, clearly trusting his touch, trusting that he knew what she needed. When her entire back, ass, and thighs glowed with his ministrations, he nodded to Spence who stepped up to release the clamps at the same time as Cameron reached to fuck Olivia with the dildo.
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