by Roxy Sloane
I relax again. “He’s an asshole,” I say bluntly. “And I never want to see him again.”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “That must be tough. I know he was family to you.”
I nod. He was. “I’m better off without him.”
“Damn right you are.” Keely smiles again. “And anyway, I’m family too. Kind of. So you’re not on your own.”
I’m lucky that the lights go down, to hide the sudden rush of emotion I feel. Keely’s kindness is overwhelming, especially considering our history.
Maybe Cam is right. Maybe this is my second chance with her, to be real family. Or at least, good friends.
Justine slips back in her seat just as the music starts. “All good?” she checks.
We nod. “Great!”
The lights go up on the runway, and soon, I’m lost in the spectacle of gorgeous models in impossibly high heels strutting their stuff in feathers, sequins and chiffon. The cameras flash, and the audience greets each new outfit with rapturous applause.
Still, I can’t lose myself in the show. There’s too much on my mind: Brent, Cam, even Keely beside me. So much has happened, it’s hard to process it all, and my thoughts are still whirling when the lights come up again and Justine yawns.
“There’s nothing like watching models to make me crave a good meal. Who wants lunch?”
“Me!” Keely declares. She turns to me with raised eyebrows. “How about it, Isabelle?”
“Sure, I mean, that sounds good.” I check to see if they’re just being polite, but Justine is already grabbing her coat.
As we head for the exit, Justine waves to people as we pass. “She’s gone all high-fashion,” Keely tells me with a wink.
“Have not!” Justine protests. “Just because my job comes with an amazing employee discount, it doesn’t mean I don’t still shop at H&M.”
“Those shoes are H&M?” I eye Justine’s amazing neon yellow pumps.
She grins. “Well, maybe I haven’t shopped there in a while…”
I laugh. “Hey, I’m not judging. You should see the size of my shoe closet.” Or rather, Cam’s now.
“Maybe we’ve got something in common, after all.” Justine smiles. “Who’d have thought.”
* * *
Keely and Justine chat all the way to the restaurant, about work and their fiancés, and gossip too. But it’s not cruel or cutting like the society cliques I usually hang out with, and it’s a relief not to have to tear down anyone else just to fit in.
These women are secure in their own lives, I realize: they don’t need to be bitchy just to keep their place on the social ladder. It’s a refreshing change from my usual scene, and by the time we’re seated in a cute Greek bistro nearby, I’m actually relaxing and enjoying myself.
“I swear, I’m going to elope,” Keely sighs, checking her phone. “My wedding planner is driving me crazy. I never realized there were so many shades of pink for the flowers.”
“You’re going with pink?” The words are out before I realize my tone is kind of dismissive. “Sorry,” I blush, “It’s just, you don’t seem like a pink kind of person. And Vaughn?” I stop, trying to imagine the most rugged hunk of a man I’ve ever seen walking down an aisle strewn with baby blush petals.
“Thank you!” Justine exclaims. “I’ve been trying to tell her, she shouldn’t let that wedding planner walk all over her. She should do something crisp and modern, totally minimal.”
“No,” Keely corrects her with a grin. “That’s you and Ash. I don’t know what I want my wedding to be. I start looking through the design books, and it’s all so overwhelming.”
“Well, maybe pick a theme that has personal meaning for you both,” I suggest. “How did you meet?”
Keely and Justine exchange an amused look.
“What, did I say something?” I ask, confused. I take a sip of water.
Keely grins. “No, it’s just… I met Vaughn when he was hired to seduce me.”
I choke on my water. “Seriously?” I splutter. “OK, then maybe not.”
Keely laughs. “It’s unconventional, I know. But what about you and Cam? I didn’t realize you were so close.”
I feel my cheeks flush. “Umm... we ran into each other at a club, a little while ago.”
Keely frowns. “I didn’t think Cam was the clubbing type.”
“Not that kind of club,” Justine speaks up. She winks at me. Keely’s eyes widen.
“Oh. OK!”
I’m embarrassed, but they don’t seem ruffled. “Ash and I went to the Underground a couple of times,” Justine says casually. “It’s a fun spot.”
I should have guessed. Justine seems pretty wild and up for anything.
“So, you’re dating then?” Keely presses me.
“I… guess so. He sort of insisted I move in with him,” I admit.
“He does like to get what he wants,” Keely agrees. “Well, good for you. He’s one of the best guys I know.”
“He is.” I nod. “Better than anyone.”
As if his ears are burning, my phone lights up with a text.
Hope you’re having fun. I have plans for us tonight…
I can’t hide my smile.
“Let me guess, the man himself,” Keely says knowingly.
I give a happy little shrug and text him back.
You were right, I’m having a great time.
He replies immediately. I’ll be home at 7. Wear the outfit on the bed, and wait for me there.
Just reading Cam’s sexy text makes my body tighten in anticipation.
“You’re blushing!” Keely teases me. I blush harder, and put my phone away.
“Don’t worry, Vaughn is the king of the filthy text,” Justine informs me. “Keely’s forever excusing herself to go talk dirty in the bathroom.”
“Am not!”
“Well then, you’re missing out,” Justine says smugly. “Ash has quite the way with words.”
As they taunt each other good-naturedly, my phone buzzes again. My heart leaps, expecting more from Cam. But when I look at my phone, the text is from Brent.
You’ll get what’s coming to you, bitch.
I delete the message and look up to find Keely and Justine staring at me expectantly, mirth in their eyes.
“So, what’d he say? Or do you need to go visit the ladies’ room?” Keely winks.
I scramble for an answer. “He said…Cam said lunch is on him,” I bluff, flashing his AmEx with a smile that I hope doesn’t look as fake as it feels.
As Keely and Justine saytheir thanks, I push Brent’s text to the back of my mind, but my appetite is gone and I can’t shake my anxiety for the rest of the meal.
It’s not that I don’t trust Cam to protect me—I just don’t know if he’ll still want to once he finds out what I’ve done.
EIGHT: CAM
It’s impossible to focus on work with memories of Isabelle raging in my mind. Work is a tedious distraction from thoughts of her supple body, opening to me. Her lips sliding around my cock. Her warm, slick wetness consuming me whole.
By the time the day is over, I’ve got a hard-on raging like never before. I let myself into the apartment and go straight to the bedroom, loosening my tie as I go.
Just as I commanded in my text message, she’s laying waiting on the bed. Dressed in just a skimpy black silk negligee, a matching silk blindfold covering her eyes. Ready to please me, so eager for my touch.
“Cam?” her voice quavers, breathy with lust.
I watch as she strains to hear a sound from me, her chest rising and falling faster as her breath quickens in anticipation. The sun has set, leaving the room dim, save for a low glow from the lamps.
I’m the one in control here. Just as it should be.
I move closer, drinking in the sight of her. I had planned to tie her up, but now it seems a shame to let those clever hands go to waste.
Not when they can do so many other things instead.
“You followed my instructions,�
�� I murmur, when I’m just inches away.
Isabelle jolts, and I see her nipples tighten. “Yes,” she whispers, her eyes hidden under the blindfold. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
The power rolls through me. God, she’s so willing. I knew from the start that she would be a perfect sub, and now here she is, trusting me completely to give her pleasure—or whatever I choose.
That trust should be rewarded.
I know what I want from her tonight. Part of me wonders if she’s ready. I’ll start slow.
I go to the bedside table and open the drawer, pulling out a slim vibrator and lube I purchased just for this occasion.
I settle on the bed beside her. Isabelle’s head twists around, like she’s trying to get her bearings.
“Shh,” I murmur, gently peeling the straps from her shoulders. “You don’t need to do anything tonight but relax. Relax, and feel.”
Isabelle exhales. I lay her gently on the pillows, sliding the negligee down her body until she’s naked, wearing only the blindfold. I skim her body with kisses as I go, until she’s squirming in my hands.
“You taste so sweet,” I whisper, dropping kisses on her stomach, her hips, her thighs. “I’ve been fantasizing about licking you all day. Now spread those gorgeous legs.”
She obeys, and gasps as my tongue finds her sweet, wet pussy.
Mmmm.
I lap her hungrily, gripping her calves in my hands and forcing them up, baring her to me completely. I suckle at her clit, loving the way her body shudders and clenches around me.
“Cam!” she gasps, throwing her head back. She grips the covers in her fists, and I spear my tongue deep into her tight cunt. “Oh my God!”
I return to her clit, swirling over the tender swell until she’s whimpering with the measured pressure of my tongue, my thumb, a nip from my teeth. Then I dip my fingers in her juices, teasing her by slipping just inside before withdrawing.
“More, please,” she moans. I moan against her pussy.
“Soon.”
When she’s writhing and panting for me, I push her hips higher and trail my slick fingers down. I rub them gently around her tight, puckered asshole, and feel Isabelle flinch.
“Cam—” she says, sounding nervous.
“Don’t think,” I order her. “Just feel.”
Her body stays tense, until I resume my licking, teasing her clit again until she’s back on the edge, moaning with pleasure.
I lap harder against her slit as I nudge a damp finger into her asshole. This time, Isabelle doesn’t resist. Her body shudders, adjusting to the illicit invasion. I pulse gently, until a breathless gasp of pleasure escapes from her. Isabelle is completely mine.
Her moans turn deeper. She thrusts against my mouth.
She’s almost ready.
I pull away, stripping off my clothes and then gently flipping her onto her stomach. “So willing,” I murmur approvingly, stroking over her naked back and ass. I grip her hips, and help her onto her hands and knees. Isabelle moves into position, following my guidance obediently.
“Now, my darling. I want to feel you, feel that delicious pussy of yours clench around my cock.”
Isabelle eagerly thrusts back, and I smile. Goddamn, this woman is perfect.
I move her thighs wider, positioning myself behind her. My cock strains to invade her sweet wetness, but I take my time, twisting a fistful of her hair in my hand and pulling her body taut as I slowly sink, inch by inch, into her tight cunt.
Fuck, she feels so good.
Isabelle lets out a whimper. Her secret inner muscles clench around me, driving me wild.
I pull out, then sink in again with infinite slowness, all the way to the hilt.
Isabelle gasps. “Fuck, oh my god.” She groans. Her head drops forwards, but I give her hair a sharp little yank, pulling her up again. “Cam!” she whimpers, grinding back onto my dick.
I piston deep inside her pussy, and this time, as I withdraw, I ease her ass cheeks wider and slowly sink the slim vibrator into her ass.
Then I thrust.
Isabelle lets out a cry, wild with pleasure. Fuck, she’s so tight. The invasion of the vibe has stretched her to her limit, and now every movement rubs my dick in an incredible explosion of friction, deep inside.
“You’re mine, do you understand?”
“Mmmm,” Isabelle replies.
I stop mid-thrust and tug her hair, hard. “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, Master, I’m yours.” she whimpers.
“That means you come when I say so, and only then.”
“Yes, Master,” she moans.
“Good. You’re going to come for me now.”
I clench my jaw and stroke again, slow, then flip the switch. Isabelle shudders as the vibrator buzzes to life, rubbing her ass deep inside as my cock strokes the walls of her cunt. Her moans get louder and her movements faster, wilder, until she finally shatters with a scream, unable to hold back any longer, convulsing wildly below me.
But I don’t stop.
I pull out, and thrust again, deeper. She cries out, struggling in my arms.
“Cam!”
I hold her tight, forcing her body into submission as my cock demands everything she has to give. I fuck her faster, deeper, and then she’s coming all over again, shuddering hard in an uncontrollable avalanche of pleasure. “Oh God! Yes! More!” she screams, her ecstasy taking over as my balls contract and my cock throbs hungrily, and I pound into her, over and over until I explode in a hot rush of pleasure so intense it’s almost pain.
Isabelle screams again, coming and coming around my cock, milking me dry of every drop until she collapses, spent on the bed.
I wait for my epic climax to recede, then I pull out, and gently withdraw the vibrator. I roll her over, and slip off the blindfold.
Isabelle gazes back at me, her eyes dazed with pleasure. “Holy shit,” she gasps. “That was incredible.”
“That was just the warm-up,” I tell her, breathing fast. It was so good, but now I want to know just how far I can take her. I need to satisfy the dark craving inside me, I need her total surrender.
“For what?” she asks.
“I can show you an extreme pleasure like nothing you’ve ever known, but first you need to tell me: how much do you trust me?”
The pleasure in her eyes ebbs, and her gaze clears. I can see fresh curiosity there, and renewed desire, and then—something else. Something far more valuable to me. Need. Isabelle’s need for pleasure, her need to be pushed to the limit. Her need to submit.
To my every command. Every last one.
NINE: ISABELLE
We just went further than I’ve ever gone before, so I can’t even imagine what that was a warm-up for. But I can’t deny the fresh kick in my pulse, the heat coiling between my thighs again. I know this can’t be normal, this unstoppable craving for Cam, but as I try to re-count the number of orgasms I just had, I realize: what’s normal doesn’t matter. I’ll never get enough of this man.
Cam searches my eyes tenderly. “Tell me, Isabelle. Do you trust me now?”
I’ve never been looked at with such care and desire.
I feel a surge of confidence. “Yes,” I answer, holding his gaze. “I trust you.”
And it’s true. Cam has shown me nothing but consideration and I’ve never felt so safe with anyone before in my life. Whatever happens between us, I know he won’t judge or criticize me. I can truly be myself and know that who I am is wanted. Appreciated. Desired.
It’s an intoxicating sensation.
Cam smiles and reaches to brush a strand of my hair back.
A sudden thought occurs to me. “Do you trust me?” I ask.
I know I’ve held so much back from him, but it’s important that he knows I’m on his side. I’ll do anything for him – and not just because I’m his sub. It goes deeper than that, to the connection I can’t deny.
“Yes,” Cam answers. “I trust you, Isabelle. Sometimes I think I
trust you more than you trust yourself.”
I swallow hard. “I guess I’ve spent so long pretending to be someone I’m not, it’s hard to know what instincts I can rely on,” I confess. “I second guess myself all the time. I don’t know what to believe in.”
“You.” Cam places his hand over my heart. “Believe in yourself, because I believe in you.”
And with his palm pressed steady and warm against my chest, I know beyond any shadow of a doubt that there’s nothing in the world that means more to me than this man.
“I’m yours,” I tell him. “Whatever you want from me, you know I’ll give it to you.”
Cam’s eyes darken, and I can tell my words really mean something to him too.
“Seeing you here like this, that sexy, sleepy smile on your face, knowing that you trust me totally…it’s a gift to me. To have you give me the gift of yourself, Isabelle, it’s priceless. And I treasure it.” Cam’s fingers lazily twirl through my hair as he gazes down at me.
“You make me feel so free,” I say, feeling self-conscious. “I thought I would feel shy, or even embarrassed by some of the things we’ve done, but it’s been a revelation to let go like this.”
“Good,” Cam gives me a sexy smile. “I want you to feel free. This is all part of the sub/dom relationship, showing you the freedom of surrender. This is one more way I can take care of you. But now, I’d like to take us to the next level. If you’re ready for it. Are you ready, Isabelle?”
I feel a flicker of nerves – and excitement. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m ready, if you’ll show me how.”
“It will be my pleasure.”
Cam sits up, and I do the same, so I’m cross-legged, facing him on the bed. He reaches out and gently strokes along my collarbone, tracing a path around my neck.
“Do you know about breath-play?” he asks softly.
I shake my head, buzzing with anticipation.
“It’s the ultimate in trust between a sub and her dom,” he explains, his voice rasping sexily. “During sex, I’ll control everything about you—even your breathing.”
I look at him, still confused.
“Withdrawing oxygen can enhance your orgasm,” Cam continues, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s dangerous, but done correctly, the feeling is incredible. But you’ll be trusting me with your life, Isabelle. I need to know you’re ready for it.”
