Enthrall Her

by Vanessa Fewings

  My legs wobbled and I hid my shaking hands behind my back.

  “Innocence will be a stranger to you. Are you prepared for this?”

  “Yes.”

  “There’s one more issue,” he said. “I have no use for safe words.”

  Blinking several times, I ran that scary detail through my brain.

  “Did you hear me?”

  “That’s fine.”

  “It doesn’t appear so. Talk to me.”

  “What if I want you to stop?”

  “Do you trust me to know what you need?”

  I gave a nod.

  He gave a shrug. “There will be no stopping.”

  Holy shit.

  “Do you wish to continue?” he asked.

  “I promise to do everything you ask.”

  “The present moment has its privilege.” There was a shift in his stance, a darkening in the way he looked. “You are ready.”

  “I need this more than anything.” My body relaxed into the mood, responding to this crackling electricity that set my nerves on edge and sent a shockwave of aliveness into every cell.

  “Show me,” he said.

  I hesitated, full of doubt that I had what it took to please him.

  “Mia.” His tone was stern, as was his gesture. “Now.”

  With trembling hands, I eased apart my labia to reveal my clitoris, my fingertips brushing against that small nub and sending a pulse of pleasure. I tilted my hips to better show him, my heart thundering in my ears.

  “This pussy is mine,” he said. “Let there be no misunderstanding. I own it. I own you. I am a demanding master. If I wish to fuck you for the twentieth time in a day, you will present yourself to me.”

  “Yes.”

  With merely his words, he was making me wet, yearning for his touch upon that most delicate place I showed willingly. I remained obedient, poised and ready to please him, pleasure him, having never felt so aroused.

  “Mia, from here on in you will submit to me.”

  Eyes wide, my fingers leaving my labia and pressing my chest in denial, I covered my breasts.

  “Do we have a problem?” he said.

  I shook my head no.

  “Never cover yourself again. Understand?”

  Reluctantly, my arms dropped by my sides and I fought this real urge to cover myself.

  He studied me, his sternness lifting. “Good. If I deem you worthy, I will showcase you at Chrysalis. I will also consider taking you with me to Paris. London. Milan. Hong Kong. But only if you quickly grasp the art of submission.”

  A flutter of excitement tingled in my chest. “Thank you.”

  “First, you must obey me in all things. Am I making myself clear?”

  I am going to come right here, right now.

  And he hadn’t even touched me. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Vanilla is not usually in my repertoire.” He caressed his chin thoughtfully. “However, for our purpose this evening it will prove sufficient.” He motioned for me to turn around.

  The sound of his jacket coming off and his shirt being removed was followed by the unzipping and removing of pants. He sat back down behind me upon the end of the bed. A condom packet ripped open.

  The softest sigh escaped me.

  Blood rushed through my ears as my body trembled in anticipation. Staring dead ahead at the door, a calmness descended and the room ceased to spin. I gave myself permission to dare see what was on the other side of the gateway to his world. An abundance of promises. I couldn’t wait to visit Chrysalis again. The first thing I’d do was swim naked in that large red lit pool. If I was allowed.

  This perfect moment of madness made me feel more beautiful than I ever had, beholden to a brilliant, beautiful man who knew my limits and was going to push me beyond them. My flesh burned for him. My heart sang. Never had I felt more alive.

  A thrill shot up my spine when his strong hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me firmly backwards, keeping my back to his front. He eased me down onto his naked lap. Facing forward, I was grateful to not have to look into that fierce gaze. Cameron could see beyond anything I’d ever show him and only he would know how badly I needed to be reprimanded, whipped and scolded, given the punishments I’d yearned for and freed from this anguish. His was an unrelenting grip.

  His enormous erection pressed into the arch of my back. He was rock hard, an impossible size. No way was he going to fit. No way.

  I was going to disappoint him…

  Cameron pulled my legs apart and helped me straddle his thighs. He fully exposed me. Resting my head back against his chest, I swooned, full of need, willing myself to have faith in this moment and not pull away in terror at this impending pain.

  His fingers tapped my clitoris. “A fine instrument must be honored. Cherished. Mastered.” He played delicate beats along my wet cleft, stilling for a moment in a sensual tease, before tracing up and down as though I was indeed an instrument and he was a gifted maestro, strumming, tweaking, and tapping as my clit throbbed wantonly beneath his touch. My hands resting on his thighs, my fingernails buried deep in his flesh, my trembling legs dangled over his.

  Daringly, and needing to know I could do this or maybe just needing to get the pain out of the way, I rose up until the tip of his cock found its rightful place at my entrance and I hovered there, gathering my confidence. Taking steadying breaths, I willed myself to relax.

  His firm grip around my waist eased me down a little onto him and gravity did the rest as his full length slid into me, his girth stretching me wide, filling me. I leaned forward, gasping in pain as he owned my pussy with his endless shaft, my thighs shaking violently.

  “Shush,” he soothed, remaining still and giving me time to adjust. He caressed my hair, running his hand down the full length of my locks to calm me.

  The pain eased into delicious throbs as his hardness twitched. His fingers sought my clit again and found their rhythm upon it, lifting this internal burn. A dazzling completeness flooded me. My moan filled the room and my body trembled with this mind blowing pleasure.

  He yanked my hair. “Do you believe you are worthy of this privilege?”

  Exhilarated by the sting at my scalp, my core tightened around his length, sending short, sharp bursts of delight down there.

  “Answer?” He yanked my hair more, sending a thrill of excitement into my chest.

  “I want to be worthy,” I barely managed, terrified he’d pull out and leave me bereft.

  If he sent me away now, surely I’d die from never having had him come inside me. Rocking my hips, I yearned for his approval.

  “Remain still,” he said.

  I did as he ordered, wanting to do anything to make sure I’d please him and ensure this would last an eternity. Those firm fingers found my breasts, and just as they had done with my pussy they began their delicate strum upon my nipples. I arched back, wanting to give more of myself to him. My channel clenched around him, worshiping his cock, milking it.

  “If I wish to fuck you for the twentieth time in a day, you will present yourself.”

  He elongated my nipples, tugging and squeezing, twisting and sending bursts of blissfulness all the way down my belly. I wriggled, wanting to ride him as hard as he’d let me.

  “Be still,” he said firmly. “Trust.” His fingers paused, as though waiting for me to obey, to still, to have him control every nuance, even my breathing.

  Fighting this urge to ride him, I stilled and gave myself over.

  “Better.” He nuzzled into my neck, burying his face in golden locks. “Move your hips in a circle.”

  A moan of defiance escaped me as I circled, thighs trembling, my toes just off the floor and pointed like a ballerinas as though this was our dance of sex. His hardness swelled within, hurtling me towards the edge.

  “Slower,” he commanded. “A wider circle.”

  As though using the timing mastery of a metronome, he tweaked the very end of my nipples with sensual strums until my mind splintered in
to a million fragments of nothingness, climbing ever higher, leaving me behind and peaking in an intense plateau, stretching outward, upward, on and on into the stratosphere.

  Unbidden, my moan echoed as I climaxed, my thoughts scattering, my body shuddering. My head fell forward and I stilled.

  “Continue,” he ordered.

  And still I circled, my pelvis moving as though it had always known this secret rhythm that had lain dormant. Quivering upon his lap, my mewling filled my ears as seconds dissolved into minutes and minutes into an eternity.

  There was nothing but a brilliant light…

  He whispered something about a beginning, about starting slow, about rewards and punishments.

  We were a rhapsody, an embodiment of the erotic, this never-ending plateau rising higher. My heart beat against my ribcage like exultant sparrows trying to escape. The only noise was that of my gasps and Cameron’s whispers as I struggled to obey and maintain this slow continuous circling. Reeling from the touch of his fingers delighting themselves with my nipples, never ceasing their play, he dragged out these sensations that threatened to go on forever as my pussy squeezed in adoration.

  Only he and I existed as everything else fell away.

  I groaned loudly when I came again, “Master.”

  He thrust upward and his breath hitched as he shot his heat inside me, his unyielding hands cupping my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples to take me higher and keep me there.

  Nothing but silence; bliss.

  Wrapping a long strand of my hair around his wrist, he yanked my head back and towards him, capturing my mouth with his and kissing me leisurely, his tongue taking ownership of my mouth, pillaging, possessing, and he came hard again, jerking his seed into me. Another orgasm hit me and Cameron slammed his hand over my mouth to muffle my scream as I moaned my climax against his palm and bit into his hand.

  Terrified I’d pass out and never recover, I whimpered my useless cries.

  Collapsing back upon his firm chest, I tried to return my breathing to normal, though doubted anything would ever be normal again. Feeling him inside me, so firm, so taut, so safe, I wanted to stay connected forever.

  Gazing upward at the blurred stucco ceiling, tears stung my eyes with how complete this felt. How perfect.

  My head lolled to the side.

  “Look at me.” He tipped my chin up to better see my face. “Yes, good. That’s the look I was going for.”

  CHAPTER 15

  “THAT WAS VANILLA?” I whispered breathlessly.

  “Now keep that look up,” said Cameron, “and we may just be convincing.”

  He slid out of me and I felt bereft when separated from him. Our division caused me to swoon with longing, aching from this throbbing between my thighs. This soreness was the purest proof of us.

  Cameron stood behind me, lifting me up as he went. My legs gave way and he caught me, turning me round to hug me into his chest. Breathing him in, and spellbound to be this close still, I crumpled before him and he whisked me up into his arms and carried me around to the side of the bed and gently laid me upon it.

  I leaned up and wrapped my arms around him, refusing to separate just yet, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I needed this intimacy, this affection.

  Cameron ran his hand up and down my back and waited for me to gather my strength, my courage to let go. “You were very brave, Mia,’ he said. “Continue to show this kind of courage and you’ll do well. You’ll please me.”

  He pulled away and reached for the blanket. “I’ll permit a few minutes.” He rose and took a step back, peeling off the condom and ambling away, disappearing inside the bathroom. He took his clothes with him.

  Being here felt dreamy, and despite the initial embarrassment of my arrival I relaxed. The welcome warmth of the blanket lulled me. I must have nodded off because when I came around Cameron stood at the foot of the bed, his face serene, his usual stern demeanor lifted.

  “Was I asleep?” I said.

  “For a few minutes.” He turned from me and straightened his tie in the long mirror. “Dinner’s in ten minutes.”

  I sat up and brought the blanket with me, easing off the bed and wrapping it around me.

  “Cold?” he asked.

  I gave a nod.

  “That’s the problem with big houses. They don’t keep their heat.”

  “Did you grow up in a house like this?”

  “Much bigger.”

  And this place was vast. I wondered what that must have been like. “Hide and seek must have been a blast,” I said.

  Cameron arched a brow. “Never played it.”

  “You missed out.”

  He fiddled with his cufflinks. “I doubt it.”

  Feeling slightly minx-like after my endless orgasm, I let the fur blanket slip from my shoulders all the way to the floor and stood before him with my head held high in a defiant stance. Pushing back felt so damn good.

  He perused my nakedness, his eyelids heavy, his tongue sweeping his bottom lip. Cameron neared me, his hands reaching out for my left stocking top. He eased it up and then his fingers moved over to my right stocking top and tugged that one too. His touch felt heavenly, setting my cheeks ablaze again.

  His sternness put me in my place.

  Cameron strolled over to the other side of the room and opened a drawer. He withdrew a flat black box and returned with it. He slid the catch open and lifted the lid. A delicate bracelet lay within, resting on soft burgundy velvet, and tiny glinting diamonds encircled the band.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said.

  “Give me your wrist.” He threw the box upon the bed.

  His fingers made quick work of fastening the bracelet around my left wrist. “Never take this off.”

  It was so beautiful. I twisted my wrist in awe. “Can I keep it when I go back to Richard?”

  “That’s another thing,” he said. “Don’t mention his name.”

  “Am I still allowed to call him?”

  “Out of the question.”

  A wave of panic. “But—”

  “Get dressed. We have a performance to pull off. Disappointment will bring the kind of punishment you’re not ready for.”

  “What kind?”

  “That cage I mentioned earlier.” He eased the black dress off the hanger. “It’s real. Now take a few minutes to freshen up and then get this on. Meet me downstairs. Prepare yourself, Mia. You’re about to know the true meaning of interrogation. Guantanamo Bay is nothing compared to my family.”

  I needed to pee.

  “I’ll be right there beside you,” he said.

  “My underwear?”

  “I don’t see the problem.”

  “Perhaps I can go back home and get them—”

  “There’s no time.” He turned and left the room.

  Great, he’d have me face his family braless and pantyless. Examining the dress, I was reassured to see inlaid cups within the material. It was a small miracle. I gave a heavy sigh to rally my courage and headed into the bathroom.

  Not mentioning Richard was going to be hard. He was all I thought about, and we were training me for the very purpose of sending me back to him.

  I could smell Cameron on me. I gave myself permission to swoon. After all, Richard had granted it, and I was going to have to endure weeks of this and goodness knows what else Cameron had in store. This crush on him might actually be a godsend.

  Not surprising, the bathroom was luxurious. Its white walls and pink marble had a feminine flair with a glass wall divider between the bath and shower. I mulled over whether he’d had an interior decorator. I made myself giggle. Cameron was hardly the type to hang out at Home Depot picking out tiles. The type of woman he ended up with would probably be used to all this decadence and wouldn’t flitter an eyelid at heated marble flooring.

  You’re only here to be trained, I reassured myself. You must become everything that Richard wants you to be, and then you’ll be good enough for him. Cameron’s merely
your instructor, your professor extraordinaire. If what just happened is anything to go by, this might even be fun. Fricken fantastic actually.

  Staring at my reflection in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink, I still felt the pinch of pain where he’d stretched me wide; a throbbing of pleasure. A delicious lingering soreness.

  If Cameron was going for a freshly fucked and caught in the headlights kind of look, I was right on point. Pulling a comb through my hair, I tried to tidy myself up and not cause any more embarrassment. I hoped this evening wasn’t going to be one of those situations that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Joining one of America’s most distinguished families for dinner and not messing it up was going to be a challenge. Thank goodness Cameron had promised to be right there beside me. Meeting the family was reserved for the fiancé types and certainly not the new submissive. I wondered if his family knew he was into kink.

  I certainly gave them a hint of it tonight.

  Surely Cameron wasn’t serious about putting me in a cage? That wasn’t mentioned in the contract, along with all the other hard limits I was about to sign my life away on. Perhaps we’d get a chance to talk about those later tonight. I wondered if we were going to dive right into the deep end of BDSM. Cameron’s family being in town was actually a reassuring distraction, though I could do without having to have dinner with them right now.

  After freshening up, I reapplied my makeup, softening my eyeliner and applying gloss to my lips, going for subtle and pretty. The good girlfriend look.

  Back in the bedroom, I dressed in the off the shoulder gown and it felt silky smooth against my skin. From my reflection in the mirror, it was super sexy too, maybe too sexy. Willow’s haunting words about her father not approving of it caused a wave of panic. I was heading into this already compromised.

  I fluffed my spiraling curls, fairly satisfied my locks concealed my naked shoulder. Stealing a few more seconds, I admired my new bracelet, and knowing it had come from him felt wonderful.

  What we had just done had to be classed as a position from the Kama Sutra. That was the longest orgasm I’d ever had. That toe curling validation was what I’d needed to reassure myself I’d made the right decision. Just the thought of it made me throb in all the right places. I forced all thoughts of intimacy out of my mind and I put my game face on, making my way out.