by Roxy Sloane
“I don’t know where to start!” I protest, still dazed. He laughs, and hands me a shoe-box-sized gift, wrapped in amazing silver and gold paper with ribbons.
“It seems like a crime to rip that open,” I say, carefully sliding the ribbon off.
“At that rate, we’ll be here all night,” Cam smiles. He leans closer to whisper in my ear, “And I have even more surprises planned for you.”
His breath is hot against my skin, and I shiver from his nearness. My nipples tighten in anticipation. Every night with him so far has been a wild ride. I can’t imagine what he’s planning this time.
Maybe I can unwrap faster.
I rip off the paper, and find a box of Louboutin shoes. They’re amazing black sandals with straps to criss-cross up my calves: totally sexy and wicked.
“Cam, these are amazing!” I squeal, slipping one on. Of course, it fits perfectly.
“That’s just the beginning,” Cam grins, handing me another box. I tear into the wrapping, feeling like every Christmas and birthday has come rolled into one. Soon the floor is littered with paper and ribbons as I discover the generous gifts Cam has picked out for me: designer clothing, gorgeous diamond jewelry, makeup and more.
“You’re spoiling me,” I protest, when Cam hands me the last box. “All this is too much, Cam,”
“Nothing’s too much for you,” he smiles, kissing me tenderly. “I just like to see you smile.”
“I’d smile without any of this,” I tell him honestly. “I love the thought, but all I need is you.”
Cam’s eyes flash with heat. “I love hearing you say that.”
“Yes, Master,” I tease him with a grin. I lean in and nip at his ear, sliding my hand into his lap. His cock stiffens against me, rearing up against his pants.
He growls. “Go get dressed,” he orders me. “Wear your new lingerie, and that black dress I like.”
I bounce up, eager. “With panties, or without,” I give him a playful grin.
He lands a playful slap on my ass.
“Without. I want to know you’re naked under there. Naked, and wet for me.”
God, yes. I’m already trembling with anticipation, and I don’t want to keep him waiting, so I grab the box and hurry to the bedroom. Quickly, I strip off my clothes and dress in the new undergarments he gave me. The lace bra pushes my breasts into two creamy mounds, and the garter belt and stockings seem to frame my naked pussy, making it look even more exposed.
I slip into the scrap of black silk. The dress settles over my body, hugging every curve. I look classy and beautiful, but I know the naughty secret hiding under the short skirt, and it makes me feel even hotter.
I lace up my new sandals and pivot to take in the view. Perfect. I used to hate the way men looked at me, like I was some dumb toy, but now I love looking sexy for Cam. I feel powerful when his eyes are on me, sensual and wild.
I strut back into the living room with a swing in my hips. I can see from Cam’s face, it was worth the wait.
His eyes rake over me, sending heat straight to my core.
“Come here,” he orders in a steely voice.
My heart races as I walk over to him. God, I want his hands on me. I can’t get enough of him, the things he does to me.
The pleasure he provides.
“Now, let’s see if you followed instructions…” Cam slides his hands up my thighs, nudging the dress higher. He traces the garter belt, then lifts the fabric all the way to my waist. “Good girl,” he growls approvingly, his breath hot against my skin.
My legs go weak. He’s still seated, so my pussy is level with his face. I’m trembling in anticipation, hungry for his touch.
“Don’t move,” he orders me. “Don’t make a sound. Unless you’re begging me,” he adds with a wicked grin.
Cam spreads my legs even wider, and sinks two fingers deep into my aching cunt.
I gasp. His eyes don’t leave mine, not for a minute as he curls his fingers up inside me, rubbing my walls just right.
Then, just as the pleasure rises, he leans forward and nips the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
I yelp.
“Easy there,” Cam murmurs, slowly fluttering his fingers inside me. Every sensation is heightened, the sting of his teeth still on my skin. “Just breathe…”
He licks his way to my clit and slowly circles the quivering nub. This time, I moan out loud in ecstasy. He slides his fingers deeper, adding a third, stretching me open.
Fuck, it feels so good!
I sway against him, sinking into the pleasure of his fingers and tongue. Then Cam nips at my clit, a sharp burst of pain against the seductive swirl of his fingers.
I groan, hurtling closer to the edge. I love this, love the way he masters my body, bringing new sensations to the surface that make everything feel so much more. More heat, more pleasure, more tension building low in my belly.
Cam’s voice thrums against me. “You want this don’t you, Isabelle? Want to feel the pain with the pleasure, telling you that you’re really, truly alive.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my legs about to give way. I clutch his shoulders, and in a single move, Cam lifts me up and lays me out on the coffee-table, pushing aside his gifts and wrappers. Now I don’t have to do anything but sink into the sensation, totally at his mercy.
Cam rocks back on his heels. “Look at you,” he groans in appreciation. He can see every part of me, every curve and delicate fold. Knowing his eyes are on me makes a dirty, wicked thrill race down my spine. “Dripping wet and ready to be fucked.”
“Yes. Please. Master,” I add, knowing how it turns him on.
Suddenly, he flips me onto my hands and knees, pulling my hips back so that my butt juts into the air. He parts my cheeks, and then fuck, I feel him there, his tongue lapping against me, nudging at the hidden knot of nerves. I tense in surprise, moaning out loud at the sensation as he spears inside me. He rubs my clit in time, and fuck, I’m close, so close—
I pant for air, clutching the edge of the coffee table. My nipples strain hard against the thin fabric of the dress, and I thrust against him, needing more.
“Not yet, Isabelle.” Cam spanks my ass, a sharp stroke that snaps me out of my haze. Then he’s back, his tongue expertly flickering against my ass, his fingers sinking into my wet cunt. “Not until I give you permission.”
Desperately, my mind races, searching for some ordinary thing to think about. Anything to distract me from the intense sensations coursing through my body. But I can’t focus, fuck, it feels so good!
Groaning, I imagine the thickness of his pulsing cock. I need him inside me, God, I’ve never needed anything so much.
He takes me to the brink again, so close, then cuts me off with a series of stinging slaps. But the pain only adds to my frustration. My whole body is on fire, demanding release.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please!”
“Soon enough, my sweet. But I want you like this. On the edge, ready to fall at my command.” Cam gives my clit another possessive caress. “All night long, you’ll be wet for me. And when I tell you to come, when I finally give you permission…you’ll be impaled on my cock, and I’ll feel every damn clench, I promise you that.”
With that final dirty promise, he’s gone, leaving me trembling on the table. I whimper in frustration. I’m wound so tight I feel like I’ll explode!
Cam helps me to my feet and pulls down my dress. “Ready for dinner?” he asks casually, like I’m not strung out on the edge.
“Bastard,” I tell him, gasping for air.
He grins. “Patience, darling. I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.” I believe him.
He puts on his jacket while I slowly come back down to earth. My whole body is ultra-sensitive, still aching for the release he’s just denied me.
“The car is downstairs.” Cam holds out his arm to me, ever the gentleman. “I love that I was just buried tongue deep in your pussy.”
With a wink, he shows me to the door.
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The car ride lets me pull myself back together, and by the time we reach the restaurant, I’m almost back to normal.
Almost.
I step out of the car and look up at the elegant building. “You got us reservations at Metro?” I exclaim happily. “This place has like a six-month waiting list!”
“I pulled some strings,” Cam says, leading me inside.
We step into the restaurant, but instead of showing us to the main dining room, the maître d’ leads us through a short corridor, through a set of glass paned double doors to a private room.
But it’s dark inside and feels empty. “I think this is the wrong room…” I whisper to Cam.
Suddenly, the lights blaze on. A chorus of voices yells, “Surprise!”
I freeze. The lights flip up, revealing a room full of familiar faces. Keely, Vaughn, Justine, Ash, Olivia – and my old society friends too. Nicole and co stretching their lips into envious smiles as everyone cheers and calls out my name.
Happy tears fill my eyes. “Is this all for me? Cam, I can’t believe it!”
He gives me a proud smile and kisses the top of my head. “You deserve it, sweetheart.”
We move into the welcoming circle of my friends and family.
“Happy birthday!” Keely hugs me excitedly. “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything! You need to give a girl some warning next time.”
“Right!” Justine agrees, kissing me on the cheek. “How are you going to get the best gifts if you don’t give people time to shop?”
“But I don’t need gifts,” I protest. What I have, right here, is more than enough.
I squeeze Cam’s hand tightly as he takes me through the crowd. I’m so full of gratitude and thanks that he’s a part of my life now. I can’t imagine where I would be without him, I just know that my life is full of friendship and warmth, the kind I never dared dream about all these lonely years.
Right now, I’ve never been happier, and it’s all because of him.
TWELVE: CAM
The party is perfect, but better than anything is the beaming smile on Isabelle’s face.
She deserves to be happy, and after the terrible things she’s been through, nothing gives me more pleasure and pride than to make her feel so happy and at home.
“You don’t mind if I whisk her away for a moment?” I interrupt her talking with Olivia.
“Go right ahead,” Olivia grins. “I’m going to try another one of those amazing cakes. Don’t tell Nicole,” she adds to Isabelle with a wink.
I steer Isabelle to a private corner. Music is playing, champagne is flowing, and everyone seems like they’re having a great time – even Isabelle’s snootier friends. I’m glad I invited them too, I want everyone to see how happy Isabelle is now.
“Did I tell you you’re the best?” Isabelle beams, clutching me. She’s giggly and carefree, and it’s the cutest fucking thing in the world. “Because you are. The best.”
I laugh. “Enjoying the champagne?”
“Yes. It’s my favorite. In fact, everything’s my favorite. How do you do that?” Isabelle asks. “Know what I want even before I want it myself?”
I pull her closer, loving the feel of her body under that sinful silk dress – and the private delight that’s waiting just for me. “It’s my job as your Master to give you everything you need.” I slide my hand over the curve of her ass. “Everything.”
Isabelle inhales, her eyes bright. “I still want you so bad,” she whispers. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait to get you home.”
Damn, she’s hot. I lust after her. “I booked us a suite at the Plaza,” I tell her. “Once we leave this party, I’m not letting you out of bed all weekend. And I packed some very special toys,” I add, relishing the thought of how my new crop will mark her sweet flesh.
“Let’s go,” Isabelle says immediately. “I’m going crazy here for you.”
I stifle a growl. “Another hour, then we’ll leave,” I promise. “I want you naked and tied to the bed before the stroke of midnight.”
“I don’t remember that in Cinderella,” Isabelle laughs.
“Well, it’s not a glass slipper that’s going to fit you like a glove.” I lean in, murmuring hotly in her ear. “My cock is going to claim you, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up so good you’ll come screaming my name.”
Isabelle catches her breath. “You think everyone can tell?” she asks, turning back to the party. “That I’m drenched for you, desperate to feel you inside me?”
“They don’t even realize,” I promise. “It’s our little secret.” I place a possessive hand on her ass.
Then I catch sight of someone across the room, and every muscle in my body turns to stone.
Brent.
“No fucking way,” I growl, lunging through the crowd.
“What?” I hear Isabelle ask. “Wait, Cam, stop!”
I reach the front of the room and grab him by his collar, shoving him up against the wall. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand in a rage. “This is Isabelle’s party, and you’re not welcome!”
Brent gasps for air, his face turning bright red. “Put me down!” he wheezes. I shake him, hard, but then I feel a soft hand on my arm, pulling me back.
“Cam! Cam, please!”
I release him, and he stumbles to the ground. “It’s OK,” I promise Isabelle, “He’s leaving, right now. He won’t hurt you anymore.”
“It’s not me you have to worry about.” Brent gets his voice back. He stands straighter, looking at Isabelle with a sickeningly smug grin. “Happy birthday, sis. I brought you a surprise guest.”
“What are you talking about?” Isabelle clutches my arm.
Brent nods behind him, to where a stocky-looking man in a police uniform is watching the confrontation. “I told you, I don’t bluff.” Brent sneers. “Enjoy the rest of your life—behind bars.”
The cop steps forward. “I’m going to need you to come with me,” he says sternly.
I step in front of Isabelle. “No!” I growl. “She’s not going anywhere. What’s this about?”
“This is about your past catching up with you,” Brent answers smugly. “You think you could get away with it? Nobody crosses me!”
Another couple of cops enter the room, and now everyone’s looking at us.
Isabelle turns to me, tearful. “Cam…” she whispers, clearly terrified. “You promised…”
“It’ll be OK,” I promise her, my mind racing. “I swear, it’ll be OK.”
The cop moves to take her arm. He forces it behind her back, and handcuffs her. The cuffs are plain metal, and I’m sickened seeing them dig into Isabelle’s slender wrists.
“Isabelle Ashcroft, I’m arresting you on suspicion of murder.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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