“Not hungry?” he asks, after dabbing his mouth with a napkin.
I sigh. “No, it’s just…”
I look up into those gorgeous eyes of his and immediately forget what I was going to say in the first place. The amount of power and control this man has in a single, commanding look is incredible.
But that’s the problem. I’m not supposed to enjoy being here. I’m supposed to fight the good fight, and make a ruckus. What happened to the old Jessalyn? I summon my courage and speak.
“I think we need to establish some terms for our um, arrangement.”
Cameron sets his fork down with a small clink against the plate and smiles.
“So you’ve decided to stay?”
I glare at him and nod. “Yes.”
He smirks and I want to slap that handsome face again.
“Alright then. What would you like to discuss?”
I take a deep breath, wondering how to address the situation.
“Well, for starters… I… Look, do I always have to wear lingerie? That’s the only thing you put for me in my room.”
Cameron merely smirks and shakes his head.
“Absolutely not. You can always walk around lush and nude if you like. Feel free, sweetheart.”
I deflate in my seat as he continues.
“I think I’d prefer that option a lot more, actually,” he smiles. “Although, I do ask that you always wear high heels.” Then Cameron gives the most seductive, sultry look I’ve ever seen that makes my stomach twist deliciously. “Your curves are magnificent, Jessalyn.”
My mouth falls open in shock. Hearing him compliment me and look at me the way he is clouds my mind.
“You really want me to walk around nude in your mansion?”
Cameron shrugs, unbothered. “Yes.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head. This man is delusional.
“What about your house staff?” I ask.
He shrugs again. “What about them?”
“I don’t want them to see me naked.”
“They won’t say anything.”
“That’s not the point. It’s embarrassing.”
“How is it embarrassing?”
“To be naked in front of strangers?” my voice rises. Cameron merely folds his hands, looking unbothered.
“Jessalyn, everyone knows what naked men and women look like. It’s natural. Learn to appreciate the fact that you are a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous body.”
While his words are flattering, I’m still having a hard time understanding the fact that he wants me to live my life in the nude every second I’m at the mansion.
“What about work?” I ask. “Surely then, you’ll allow me to wear my uniform. Or am I supposed to get to Hooger’s naked and then get dressed in the bathroom?”
He shrugs.
“Just quit,” he says.
My mouth drops once more.
“What?”
He shrugs again.
“I want you available to me at all times.”
I stare at him, unable to believe my ears. Available to him? At all times? This man is seriously insane.
“I can’t quit. I’ve been at Hooger’s for four years, ever since I graduated high school. It’s how I make my money. I can’t just quit.”
Cameron tilts his head to give me a look.
“You live with me now, Jessalyn. When I say I want you available at all times, I mean just that. You can do anything you want here at this house: bowl in the bowling alley, swim in the pool, or watch a movie in the theater. There’s even a steam room and personal sauna for you to use if you choose. But you belong to me now. There’s no need for you to work at that grease dump.”
Completely insulted and mortified are understatements for how I feel at the current moment. How dare he talk to me as I’m his slave or personal property?
“This is my life,” I spit at him. “I refuse to be controlled like this.”
Cameron looks at me, completely unperturbed at my anger.
“Do you wish to go home?” he asks simply.
The sound of it actually doesn’t sound that bad. While my living situation certainly wouldn’t be this magnificent and luxurious, at least I’d have my dignity and freedom. With enough hard work, I could find my way out of the trailer park.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Fine then. You’re free to go.”
I gape at him. It was that easy?
“But,” he continues, that one word shooting down any hope I had left in me. “You’ll have to come up with rent money.”
I swallow, narrowing my eyes at him. He knows that’s something I would be incapable of doing. He’s using that as leverage against me. While I hate to give this bastard the satisfaction of owning me, I know he’s right. I have no choice but to stay here and be controlled by him. While I could leave, I would be put right back in the situation I was in before: begging for his mercy.
“Fine,” I sigh. “I’ll quit. I’ll quit Hooger’s to become your plaything. Are you happy now?”
Cameron chuckles to himself, looking totally cool and confident. I want to smack that sly grin right off those perfect lips of his, but at the same time, I know this handsome man is getting under my skin.
6
Jessalyn
* * *
I don’t eat much of my dinner. While it smelled incredibly delicious, I had no appetite given my situation. Of course, Cameron went back to finishing his meal while I sat there scowling at this man I was being controlled by. I swear my resentment didn’t bother him at all.
After dinner, Cameron tells me to follow him to the study for some after-dinner drinks. The study is a room on the second floor of the house, with deep forest-green walls. There’s an oak desk with a chair behind it, and floor to ceiling bookshelves loaded with texts. There’s a small lounge sofa against one of the walls. I assume he wants to get work done, so I immediately head to the small sofa in the corner. But then, Cameron makes a low noise in his chest. It startles me and I turn to look to him.
“Not there. Over here,” he says, walking to sit at the green chair behind the desk.
I look at him, confused.
“Where?” After all, there’s no chair for me to sit in.
As Cameron pours himself some cognac, he speaks again. He doesn’t even look at me as he says, “The floor next to my chair.”
I stare at him. I’m sitting on the floor?!
“I also want you to take off your lingerie,” he says in a calm voice. “The door is closed and the staff won’t come in without knocking. Now, sweetheart.”
His voice is commanding and Cameron looks at me with hard eyes on the last word. I feel my cheeks flush. My mouth falls open but quickly shuts. I shouldn’t be surprised at anything this man says anymore. He’s clearly deranged.
Against my better judgement, I do as he says. I twist my body out of the flimsy lace without breaking eye contact. The way he’s holding my gaze and sipping his cognac as I strip for him feels so erotic, yet also shameful. I lift the straps over my head, revealing my busty breasts and they sway as they are no longer bound. The curves of my hips are smooth and golden, and I watch as Cameron’s breath hitches. His eyes skim down my exposed body as I stand in front of him, wearing nothing but the red high heels. I feel my pussy start to moisten at the way this feels. He’s so commanding and handsome, and it’s a dangerous combination.
Cameron points to a pillow he’s laid down on the spot next to his chair. My heels softly clack, and then gracefully, I lower myself on my knees onto the pillow. A part of me feels embarrassed at being like this, but as I wait next to Cameron, I anticipate his next move. Will he touch me? Kiss me? Satisfy me?
But Cameron doesn’t even turn as I look up to him with questioning eyes. Instead, he ignores me. I watch as he casually sips his cognac before picking up a copy of the newspaper, perusing it as if he has all the time in the world to do so.
Oh my god, what is this? Am I his pet? My stomach
sinks with the humiliation and hurt that I feel. I want him to do something: touch me, speak to me, or at least acknowledge me in some way. Why is he having me sit like this?
A few minutes later, Cameron’s hand stretches out to stroke my hair as if I am his pet. He does this several times while keeping his attention on the newspaper, letting his fingers run through my curls absentmindedly. It’s maddening. As I sit here on the pillow, I can’t help but feel… feel… frustrated. Sitting next to Cameron in this position wearing only high heels messes with my senses. I hate the anticipation and need building inside. The longer I sit like this, the more I want him. I hate him, yet I crave the attention from Cameron. It’s getting to the point where the stroking isn’t enough; I’d let him do anything to me. Just being here, like this, is enough to make me wet with desire, and I detest the twist in my stomach that makes me want him.
He continues to stroke my hair for what feels like eternity, but is probably only ten minutes. I sit there, paralyzed with a combination of need, desire, and humiliation. The way he’s stroking my hair right now is not the touch I want from him. This is embarrassing and demeaning and I--
Then, his hand slides down to cup my breast and it tortures me. I revel in the sensation of Cameron’s hand on my exposed skin, especially when he lightly pinches my nipple. I suck in a sharp breath and whimper at the sensation, but then, my mouth is quickly claimed by his.
It all happens so fast: the scraping from Cameron’s chair sliding against the floor as he shoots out from it, him cupping my ass to lift me onto his desk, and then his mouth pressed against mine in a hard force full of hunger and desire. My mind is spinning.
Cameron’s lips move against mine in harmony and he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss while sliding his tongue into my sweetness. I moan into him, tasting him and his drink, a wonderful, intoxicating mix. My hands reach down to firmly grip the edges of the desk to keep me in place as Cameron’s fingers continue to play with my breast. He gives it a squeeze before zeroing in on my nipple and pinching it hard. I yelp with pain and pleasure at his exhilarating touch and am silenced once again by a gasp when I feel his other fingers slide into my slick folds, lightly stroking before curling up inside. I let out a breathy moan.
He chuckles.
“You’ve been wet for me for a while, haven’t you, baby?” he asks, knowing exactly the effect he’s had on me. Cameron fingers me in a motion that makes my body build. It’s too much for me to handle. My head leans back as I take his torment, never wanting it to stop.
The moans that escape my throat when his thumb starts to flick my clit are animalistic. The sheer anticipation has made me desperate, and his sensuous petting sends waves of pleasure through me as I feel myself growing closer and tightening around his fingers.
But only one man is master.
“Oh no. You don’t come until I say you can,” he informs me in a low growl.
I whimper, already wanting to let go as he continues to play with me, until--
I scream his name when his tongue laves my clit. My hands fist his hair as I pull him further into me, savoring the long, delicious licks. Then Cameron hums against me, vibrating my insides, as he sucks hard on my sensitive nub.
“God, you taste so good,” he rasps as hot honey pours down his throat. My body tightens with the urge to release. I moan loudly and start to grind on him, moving my hips naturally as a way to climb my growing high.
“Please let me come,” I beg through a moan.
I’ve never felt this before. Sure, I’ve explored with a few guys from high school and a man from the diner one night after a few beers, but none of the men were like this: appreciating me and my pleasure, instead of focusing on their climax. No man has ever gone down on me, in fact.
But now, the feel of Cameron’s mouth on my womanly flesh is driving me wild. I’m about to lose all control when he quickly pulls away and yanks me off the desk before I can protest. Breathless, I look up to him from my knees and see him yanking down his pants and boxers, springing his impressive length free. Gazing at his shaft, I already know it’s going to hurt once he’s in me. I don’t have time to think about it when Cameron lightly taps my chin with an intense look in his blue eyes.
“Put it in your mouth, little girl.”
His words only make me pool with wetness as he eases into my mouth with his dick. My hands reach up to grab his hard shaft as I move my lips up and down to meet his thrusts. I hear him take in a deep breath and huff as he thrusts into my throat hard enough to make me gag.
“That’s right, choke a little,” he says. “Show me what a good girl you are.”
God, his words alone could make come.
Cameron pumps into my mouth a few more thrusts before clenching my hair tightly as he ejaculates his release in me. My eyes sting at the salty liquid shooting down my throat in such a massive load that it spills out of the corners of my mouth as he pulls out. Cameron bends down to firmly grip my chin with his fingers.
“Swallow. All of it,” he demands.
I swallow his semen, even as some of it escapes and runs down my chin. But then, in a swift movement, Cameron picks up my body and slings me onto the couch as if I’m a rag doll. On my back, Cameron spreads my legs apart with his knee and bunches my wrists in his hands, lifting them above my head. I’m completely exposed to him. My curves heave, and my knees widen to welcome him. His head dips to my breast, sucking a pink crest into his mouth before flicking it with his tongue. My eyes close and my head rolls back as my body arches into him, savoring his assault.
“Look at me,” he instructs in a raspy tone. I can see the wild in his eyes as I pant for air. “Do not make a fucking sound,” he says.
I go to question him but gasp as he eases his length into me. Oh my god, it’s huge. I feel myself stretching to accommodate his thick length as Cameron starts to take me hard on the couch. I need to scream. I need to moan, yell, something. I have to bite my lip in order to stay quiet as he ordered, but it’s incredibly hard to do when he feels so magnificent.
Tears of pleasure sting my eyes as Cameron pumps into me, and the hand that isn’t binding my wrists together moves down to slap my breast. I yelp on instinct which causes Cameron to pause and bend down closer to me, a warning in his eyes.
“I said not to make a sound,” he says in a tightly controlled voice. I start to apologize, but I’m stifled by a hand on my mouth again. What is going on and why am I enjoying this so damn much?
Cameron starts to grind into me before looking at me. “You like that?”
I nod my head wildly, not wanting him to stop. The fullness of him and the way he’s grinding to rub against my clit forms another building orgasm in me. I want to scream and let him know that it’s coming too fast, but I can’t make a sound. His hand leaves my breast and he slides a thumb into my mouth.
“Suck,” he instructs. And I do just that as he continues to grind. He releases his thumb from my mouth and moves it down to flick my clit, the sensation nearly pushing me over the edge on instant contact.
My back arches into him and I lightly whimper because it’s so damn hard to not make a sound as his big body fills me. My pussy is beginning to quiver, and I feel it coming any minute. Cameron chuckles evilly as his fingers flick my nub, giving me a sense of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
“Look at you enjoying this. What a slutty little girl.”
I make a breathless moan as I tighten around him.
“You can’t come until I say so,” he warns, now rubbing my clit forcefully with more fingers. The pressure from that and his thrusts are too much. I’m squirming on the couch, silently begging for him to let me release.
“I can’t…” I whisper, my words failing at the torture.
“You can’t what? Take this anymore?”
“Please,” I beg, looking up to him with pleading eyes, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
Cameron smiles a dark, sinister grin. “Not until I say so.”
I moan an
d my head falls back on the couch. Cameron picks up speed with his fingers and his thrusts.
“For that alone, you’re going to wait even longer now.”
I whimper, growing wetter. I can feel myself leaking down my thighs at the flicks and pumps. My stomach is twisting in knots at the urge to release.
“Cameron, please, I’m begging you… I can’t… I can’t take this any… m-more…”
His grin doesn’t subside. He continues to pump.
“Fine, but you’re not going to come on my dick.” He removes himself from me fully and pulls away his fingers. I whimper at the loss of him and shoot up once my wrists are free. But then, Cameron’s head dips down to my opening and he starts to lick and finger me wildly. “You’re going to come on my face,” he says, his voice muffled.
Cameron’s fingers curl to my spot as his tongue flicks against my clit, and it’s not long before I’m back where I was with the intense need to orgasm.
My hands fist his hair and I arch my hips into him more, needing to feel him all over me. I start to tighten around his fingers.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Please,” I beg desperately. “Oh please.”
Cameron hums against me, ravaging me.
“Then come. Now, Jessalyn.”
On cue, I let out a blood curdling scream as my release takes hold. I feel lifeless and out of this world as orgasm pulses through me. Hot fluids pour from my pussy as it convulses, but Cameron doesn’t stop. I clench down hard, writhing maniacally as the orgasm intensifies, but he continues his assault. Pretty soon, I’m a begging and panting mess, my back arching with the force of the magnificent release.
Cameron pulls away, his lips glistening with my honey, and I watch him lick his lips with an evil grin as I lie there breathless and completely weak.
Whatever I just experienced was not normal, and yet, I already want to feel it again. If this is how Cameron Purcell wants to control me… then I’ll be his pet for as long as he likes.
7
Jessalyn
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