Total Submission(10)

The door swings open, and there he is: sitting in a leather chair by the windows. Waiting for me.

My body tightens with lust. God, he looks good. His eyes rake over me, and I can feel the gaze like a caress. Immediately, my nipples tighten and heat rushes through my blood.

“Isabelle,” he says coolly, “welcome back. It’s nice to see you can still follow orders.”

My anger flares back to life. “I’m not your property to call at will,” I protest. “Our contract is over, remember?”

He rises to his feet. “But is it?”

I stop. My heart is in my throat just at the sight of him. God, why does he have this hold over me? I wish I could just walk away.

I wish it was so easy to tell him ‘no.’

“I can’t stay,” I whisper, my resolve faltering.

“You can. And you will.”

Cam paces closer. I shiver. “What are you playing at?” I ask again.

He shakes his head. “This isn’t a game to me, Isabelle. I’ve let you down, I realize that now. I never should have let you go back to him.”

I open my mouth to protest, but he holds up a hand, silencing me. “I know that Brent has something over you, and I know that you don’t trust me yet enough to let me in on your secrets. But I’m your Master. It’s my duty to protect you, and I won’t ever forget that again.”

His words wash over me. Confident. Reassuring. Looking at him here, a king in his own domain, I can’t help but believe everything he says.

Believe him, and want him too.

“Don’t run,” he murmurs to me, and it settles over me like an order. “Stay, see this through. I promise, I’ll take care of you. Take care of everything you need.”

Cam prowls closer, and now I’m helpless in the intensity of his gaze. “Material needs,” he says, reaching me. “And physical needs, too. What does your body tell you? What does your heart want?”

His touch is electric. I jolt back. “It’s too late.”

“It’s never too late, Isabelle,” Cam corrects me. “I’m not letting you throw your life away and run.”

I gasp. “How do you know?”

“I know because it’s my business to know,” Cam counters, and now he’s so close I can see the determination radiating from him. The clench of his jaw, the coiled power in his body. “You’re my business now, Isabelle. My precious, darling girl. You belong to me. You never stopped being mine.”

I exhale in a shiver. God, I want him so much. He’s never been so sexy as right now, that fierce light of passion in his eyes. For me. It’s all for me.

And right then, I feel something shift inside me. My last defenses crumbling to the ground.

Because the truth is, I want to surrender. I want to submit. I want to trust him, believe him, give myself up and know he’ll make it all OK.

I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life before.

Cam stands proudly in front of me, as if he can see the release he’s just unlocked.

“You know what to do, Isabelle,” he says firmly. “You know what I want from you.”

Yes.

Slowly, my heart racing, I sink to my knees.

Assuming the sub’s position, just the way Cam taught me to.

My body lightens with relief. His eyes blaze with tenderness. The whole world falls away, until it’s just the two of us.

This is the answer. This is who I was made to be.

No more running. No more games. Just the truest thing I’ve ever known.

I bow my head in blissful surrender.

“I’m ready, Master.”





SIX: CAM


Isabelle awaits my word. Supplicant on her knees, her head bowed in obedience.

Master.

Just the sound of the word on her lips is the strongest aphrodisiac I’ve ever known. And this is only the beginning.

Never again will I question my instincts. Never again will I let what I want walk away. She’s mine now, and that’s all the matters.

The only thing left is to claim her for good. Show her the true sweetness of surrender, when her body is shattered in release, gasping for my cock. I can’t wait for her thighs to open to me, for her to come screaming my name.

But first, she deserves a real dom. One who won’t tolerate disobedience, who can give her the structure and rules she so clearly needs.

I let my emotions get the better of me once. I won’t make that mistake again.

I pace back and forth before Isabelle, tracing my finger over a leather riding crop that hangs on the wall, a pair of handcuffs, a scarf. I hear her inhale sharply in anticipation, and I have to fight back a smile. Control.

In the end, I choose none of these tools: I’m teasing her right now, taking pleasure in drawing this out. I turn back towards her and cross my arms.. “You disobeyed me by going back to Brent.”