Total Submission

by Roxy Sloane

  “Do you understand?” I demand, punctuating the words with another spank. “Answer me now!”

  “Yes!” Isabelle sobs, gasping. “I understand!”

  I smooth her tender flesh, and tease her clit through her panties. A bit of pleasure for my sexy minx.

  “Good.”

  In a single move, I rise from the chair and spin her around to face me. I yank open my belt and shove my trousers down, freeing my engorged, aching cock.

  “You took your punishment well,” I tell her. Tears are still running down Isabelle’s cheeks, but her eyes are bright with excitement and desire is written all over her face. She glances down at my cock and her mouth drops open in a moan. She licks her lips.

  “Command me now, Master. Please,” she begs. “I’m ready. Let me pleasure you.”

  I bite back a groan. There’s only one thing in the world I want more than to watch my cock disappear between those wet lips, and that’s to sink deep inside her cunt.

  I’ve waited long enough. I’m taking what’s mine.

  “You will pleasure me,” I agree. “But my way.”

  I pull her to me, feeling her body pressed up against me.

  Slowly, I guide us both back into the chair, so that she’s straddling above me, her thighs spread, her hips poised above my lap.

  Open. Wet. Mine.

  With a growl, I thrust up, my straining cock spearing deep inside her.

  Isabelle lets out a scream, clenching wildly around me. “Cam,” she cries, “Oh my God!”

  I grab her hips, yanking her down into my lap, grinding higher inside her tight, dripping pussy. Her body convulses, and she grabs onto my shoulders for balance. “That’s right,” I growl, loving the feel of her, slick against every inch. “Ride me, baby. Give me what I want.”

  Isabelle lifts her head to meet my gaze. Her mouth is open, her eyes are glazed. I grab her closer and then piston up inside her again, and I swear, I can feel how much she needs me.

  She moans, “Oh God, you’re so deep. Don’t stop!”

  “Never,” I vow, thrusting up. Isabelle is gasping with every stroke, and now she finds a rhythm, bearing down on me in time with my thrusts, clenching me deeper, greedy for every last inch of my dick. Her tender ass smarting every time she sinks down on me.

  And I won’t deny her, not this time.

  The animal in me takes over. I devour her with kisses, licking across the sensitive flesh of her neck and firm, perfect breasts. I tear the bra from her body and capture a sweet nipple in my mouth, sucking hard until she’s mewling in my arms.

  “Cam,” she whimpers, “Oh God, you feel so good!”

  Damn right I do.

  My cock pistons in and out of her clenching cunt, driving me crazy with the friction and heat. She rides me, desperate, her breasts bouncing, head thrown back in the passion of the moment.

  I reach between us and find the swollen nub of her clit. I stroke it as Isabelle arches to meet my thrusts, and her screams become a dizzying chant.

  “Oh god! Oh god!”

  My cock buries deep inside her. Isabelle convulses with pleasure. “Fuck me, Master!” she begs. “Do it harder! Harder!”

  God, who is this goddess? Everything I give, she willingly takes – and asks for more.

  I slam into her harder, giving her what she needs, grinding up to reach the spot no-one else can reach. Isabelle’s eyes go wide and I can see her pleasure cresting as she clenches hard around my cock. The convulsions rip through her, gathering momentum, squeezing my dick so hard I can’t hold back a moment longer.

  “Isabelle,” I groan into her neck.

  I explode in a hot torrent, spurting deep inside her as the world blanks out and nothing exists but the pure pleasure ripping me apart.

  Isabelle collapses in my arms, our hearts racing fast, like one. I hold her, reeling from the sensation.

  That was the best bloody climax of my life.

  “You’ve been a good girl,” I tell her.

  She lifts her head from my shoulder with a sleepy smile. “If that’s what happens when I disobey you, I might have to do it more often.”

  I chuckle, resting her head in the crook of my arm. “That’s not how it works, darling.”

  She giggles. “I know. But… wow. That was incredible.”

  “You’re incredible,” I correct her, gently brushing back a damp lock of her hair. Isabelle snuggles closer, still and satisfied.

  I feel her breath on my neck, her satisfaction, and then her breath quickens. Her mind no longer at rest.

  I can feel her remember: who she is. What she’s done.

  What she’s running from.

  Her body tenses, but I don’t let her thoughts get that far. “Shh,” I say softly. “You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

  She relaxes a little. “But what if—”

  “No buts,” I tell her firmly. “I command it.”

  Isabelle’s lips curve. “I thought you liked my butt,” she grins. “You certainly left your mark.”

  I lean to look. The curve of her ass is mottled red from my handprint.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask, concerned. I thought I judged her pain threshold correctly.

  “It stings a little,” Isabelle shrugs. “But, it was amazing. Like you woke my body up with the pain, and then the pleasure felt so much better. You always know what I need.

  “That’s just the start of it,” I murmur, proud of her bravery. “I’m going to show you exactly what your body is capable of. Limits you haven’t even dreamed.”

  She shivers with excitement.

  “But first, let me tend to that pain.” I slip my arms around her and stand, effortlessly lifting her in my arms as I do so. I carry her to the bathroom, and set her down on a padded bench by the bath as I run the taps, filling the air with steam from the hot water. I add bath oils especially designed to soothe the skin, and soon the tub is filled with water and frothy bubbles.

  I lift her again, setting her down gently in the water.

  She sighs happily. “Aren’t you joining me?” she asks.

  “Just admiring the view.”

  I strip off the rest of my clothes, and climb in behind her. I pull her wet, slippery body back against my chest and exhale with satisfaction.

  Perfect.

  “This feels so good,” Isabelle murmurs. I slowly stroke her shoulders, and feel all the tension melt out of her body.

  “You can relax with me, Isabelle. This house is a safe place for you and I want you to feel totally at home.”

  “Thank you,” her voice is soft. I can’t see her face from this angle, but I can hear all the emotion in her voice.

  “Because this is your home. You’re here where you belong.” I drop a kiss on her naked shoulder, slowly sliding my hands over her body, softly soothing every inch. “You’re not alone anymore. I’ll protect you now.”

  Isabelle sinks back against me, the last drop of tension draining from her body. She finds my hand and lifts it to her lips, pressing a tender kiss into my palm.

  It’s only a small gesture, but it fills me with unfamiliar emotion.

  This is what it should feel like. Safe and warm.

  Like home.

  SEVEN: ISABELLE

  I wake with a smile on my face for the first time I can remember. I stretch, feeling the delicious ache of my bones.

  It feels like a dream come true.

  Cam lies next to me, his arms wrapped tightly around me, the steady sound of his breathing lulling me in a reassuring lullaby.

  I can’t believe that this is real. With a chill I realize that I almost walked out of here last night, walked out on Cam and on all of this. I haven’t felt so good, so happy, in years, if ever. Just laying here with the sunlight falling through the drapes, knowing that I belong to him.

  Everything will be OK now.

  I wriggle against him, loving the feel of his hard body spooning me tightly.

  His very hard body.

/>   The thick ridge of his cock nudges against my ass. “Good morning,” Cam’s voice comes, amused.

  It’s so easy, so natural, to snuggle into his embrace. “Hey,” I breathe, leaning my head back to rest against his chest.

  “How’d you sleep?” he murmurs, sliding his hands around over my stomach.

  “Amazing,” I reply. “I don’t think I’ve slept so deeply in months, thanks to you.”

  He chuckles. “My pleasure. Any time you need another workout, you let me know.”

  “How about now?” I press my ass back against him. Cam groans.

  “I don’t have time to fuck you the way I want right now,” he drops a kiss on my shoulder. “But I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”

  I sigh in disappointment. Now that he’s awakened this side of me, I want him all the time, my body screaming for his touch.

  “But maybe there’s time for you…” Cam slips out of bed and I track his chiseled naked body over to the dresser, where he pulls something dark and clinking from a drawer.

  As he turns towards me and makes his way back to the bed, I stare at the pair of black leather cuffs in his hands.

  “These are soft cuffs. Leather over steel, and padded on the inside to protect you.

  Roll onto your belly and put your hands behind your back.”

  I obey his commands. My heart thuds as the cuffs snap shut. They’re tight around my wrists, but surprisingly comfortable. Cam positions me on my side and slides his hand down my stomach, lower and lower, teasing at the apex of my thighs. The other hand moves to cup my breast, pinching suddenly at my nipple.

  I yelp, but it’s with pleasure, not pain. Eagerly I rub against him, and behind me I twist my bound hands within their restraints, grazing the head of his cock as it presses into my lower back.

  “That’s not yours just yet,” Cam admonishes me, pulling away from my reaching fingers. “This is about you.”

  I groan, but by now I know better than to complain to my Dom. He rewards me with soft strokes, easing between my thighs with his capable hands. I move my legs apart, inviting more.

  “So you like it in the mornings, hmm?” Cam sounds amused, his fingers delving deeper to find my clit as he keeps pinching my nipple tight in an exquisite grip.

  “I like it anytime you want, Master,” I breathe, wriggling with excitement.

  “I’ll remember that…” Cam rubs swiftly, circling my tender nub as lust pulses through me in a hot rush. God, yes, I think. This man.

  I relish my helplessness—because with my hands cuffed behind my back, there’s nothing I can do but surrender to Cam’s control. And he knows exactly how to touch me, bringing me to the brink in no time at all. I pant, my head thrown back against his chest, so close to release, when suddenly, his hands pull away.

  He gets out of bed and reaches for his robe. The cuffs are unlocked in a flash and thrown back into the drawer before I can even comprehend what’s happening.

  “Later, my darling.” He grins, wickedly.

  I gasp for air, crashing back down to earth. I was so close! But there’s a thrill to waiting, too – I love how Cam can keep me on the edge like this, always in control. It’s so sexy feeling my body ache for him, and knowing that when he finally grants me release, it will be even better than ever.

  “So, what’s on your agenda for today?” Cam casually asks, striding to the closet. I’m rewarded with the sight of his muscular physique: toned and perfect in the morning sun.

  I sit up in bed, hugging my arms around my knees. My thoughts cloud over again, thinking of the mistake I almost made. “I don’t know. I guess I planned to be long gone by now.”

  “How about you have some fun?” Cam suggests. “It’s Fashion Week. I know Keely and Justine are going to the Lucia di Lorenzo show, you should go with them.”

  I shake my head quickly. “No, it’s OK. I’ll make other plans.”

  “Why, don’t you like them?” Cam asks, looking puzzled.

  I flush. The truth is, they don’t like me – and I can’t blame them. They’ve only seen me be the ice queen society bitch. “They wouldn’t want me there,” I insist.

  Cam gives me a look, then grabs his cellphone. “Hello, Keely?” he says. I cringe, shaking my head, but he ignores me. “Do you have an extra ticket for the fashion show today? Isabelle would love to come.”

  I turn and bury my head in the pillows. How humiliating!

  “Uh huh, sure. I’ll tell her.”

  Cam finishes talking and hangs up with a smile. “She said she’d love to see you, can’t wait.”

  “She’s just being polite.” I sigh.

  Cam comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed. “Look, I know you guys got off on the wrong foot, but she’s great, really.”

  “You mean she doesn’t mind me conspiring with Brent to screw her out of her entire inheritance?” I cringe when I remember how I went along with his plans. Unlike Brent and me, Keely is Ashcroft’s real daughter. She never knew he even existed until he died, leaving her the sole heir of the company and his fortune. I was hurt that my father picked her instead of me, but I understood why he didn’t want to leave any power to Brent.

  Now that Keely has taken her place as head of the company, I’ve avoided her as much as possible. I’m ashamed of how I acted when we first met, and I don’t think I can ever undo the terrible first impression I made.

  Cam gives me a reassuring smile. “Look, Keely understands better than you think. She’s more than willing to give you a second chance, and I think you should take it.”

  I bite my lip.

  “Let me rephrase,” Cam says. “I order you to hang out with her. I promise, it’ll be fun.”

  Somehow, Cam commanding me like that takes the pressure off. I nod. “OK,” I agree. “But if this backfires, it’s all your fault.”

  He laughs. “I can live with that. Now, have a good time. And if you see something you want, don’t be afraid to buy it for yourself.” He pulls out his wallet and hands me a black AmEx.

  “I don’t need this,” I protest. “I can pay my own way.”

  Cam silences me with a look. “I said I’d take care of you, Isabelle.” His voice is firm. “I want to. Think of it as a gift for me—”

  “For you?” I start, but he narrows his eyes before I can say anything else.

  “For me. Since I’ll be expecting you to show me whatever you choose. Privately.”

  I don’t argue again.

  “Thank you,” I murmur meekly, taking the card.

  Cam laughs.. “Good girl.”

  * * *

  I agonize for an hour over what to wear before finally picking some designer butt-hugging jeans, a casual T, and an amazing cropped leather jacket with cool buckles and zips. I put my hair up in a messy bun and apply red lipstick, for the perfect ‘front row fashionista’ look.

  It’s weird to be so nervous about a simple lunch date, but things with Keely have me on edge. I know she’s a friend of Cam’s, but I don’t know how much she’s aware of our relationship.

  I’m a bundle of nerves by the time Cam’s driver drops me off at the show. I make my way over to the VIP line. A super-skinny girl with short platinum hair scans a list and ticks off my name.

  “Oh, you’re Isabelle Ashcroft,” she says, her stare taking in everything about me. For a second, I feel a flash of familiar anxiety. Did I pick the wrong outfit? Wear the wrong shade of lipstick? But the girl just gives me an approving nod. “Nice jacket.”

  I exhale in relief. Of course I fit in: I’ve spent my life pretending to be a pretty young thing, but now it feels strange to be moving in these circles again.

  I guess I figured this part of my life was over when I decided to leave town.

  Now, I brace myself and make my way through the scrum. Journalists and photographers buzz around the runway, getting set up for the show. I scan the crowd and see Keely waving at me from the front row.

  I wave back, and cross the room to greet her. “Hi,” I sa
y awkwardly, but Keely gives me an enthusiastic hug.

  “I’m so glad you made it!” she beams. She’s wearing a casual designer outfit too, with her light brown hair in loose waves. She turns to introduce me to the woman sitting next to her. “You remember Justine, right? She’s the one who hooked us up with these amazing seats.”

  “Perk of being Lucia’s in-house lawyer,” Justine agrees. Her smile is cooler as she takes me in. “Hey.”

  “Hi.” I bite my lip, awkward. Justine is a big-shot lawyer, and pretty intimidating – especially when you’re on the other side of the lawsuit. “Thanks for inviting me. It was really nice of you.”

  Justine looks surprised. “Sure, no problem.” Her cellphone sounds. She checks her message and sighs, “Drama, drama, drama. I’ll be right back.”

  She hurries backstage as Keely and I take our seats. I look around, curious at the crowd.

  Keely leans over. “Check it out. Directly across from us. Recognize him?”

  I peer across the shiny white expanse of the empty runway. A hot looking guy in a baseball cap, track pants and a leather jacket sprawls in his chair, a look of total boredom plastered on his face.

  “That guy in the cap?”

  “Yes,” Keely says, leaning in close. “It’s Rafe Dalton, the actor.”

  “No way!” I exclaim, excited. “I thought he was doing time for that DUI. TMZ just ran a story on it.”

  “Right?” Keely beams, “He was supposed to, but Justine says that he and the prosecutor had, like a ‘close, personal relationship’ and she made some kind of deal to get him off.” Keely adds air quotes for emphasis.

  I giggle. “I bet she got him off!”

  Rafe glances our way, and Keely grips my arm. “Shh!”

  “Don’t worry, he can’t hear us,” I reassure her, still giggling, but I quickly look away, just in case.

  Keely smiles, and squeezes my arm again. “I’m glad we’ve got a chance to talk, away from everything,” she adds, sincere.

  “And by everything, you mean Brent.”

  She makes a face. “Yeah. I heard you guys had a falling out. I hope you’re OK. I know you were close,” she adds.

  My heart clenches. I search her face for any sign that she knows just how close we really were, but Keely’s expression is warm.