I yelp, but it’s with pleasure, not pain. Eagerly I rub against him, and behind me I twist my bound hands within their restraints, grazing the head of his cock as it presses into my lower back.
“That’s not yours just yet,” Cam admonishes me, pulling away from my reaching fingers. “This is about you.”
I groan, but by now I know better than to complain to my Dom. He rewards me with soft strokes, easing between my thighs with his capable hands. I move my legs apart, inviting more.
“So you like it in the mornings, hmm?” Cam sounds amused, his fingers delving deeper to find my clit as he keeps pinching my nipple tight in an exquisite grip.
“I like it anytime you want, Master,” I breathe, wriggling with excitement.
“I’ll remember that…” Cam rubs swiftly, circling my tender nub as lust pulses through me in a hot rush. God, yes, I think. This man.
I relish my helplessness—because with my hands cuffed behind my back, there’s nothing I can do but surrender to Cam’s control. And he knows exactly how to touch me, bringing me to the brink in no time at all. I pant, my head thrown back against his chest, so close to release, when suddenly, his hands pull away.
He gets out of bed and reaches for his robe. The cuffs are unlocked in a flash and thrown back into the drawer before I can even comprehend what’s happening.
“Later, my darling.” He grins, wickedly.
I gasp for air, crashing back down to earth. I was so close! But there’s a thrill to waiting, too – I love how Cam can keep me on the edge like this, always in control. It’s so sexy feeling my body ache for him, and knowing that when he finally grants me release, it will be even better than ever.
“So, what’s on your agenda for today?” Cam casually asks, striding to the closet. I’m rewarded with the sight of his muscular physique: toned and perfect in the morning sun.
I sit up in bed, hugging my arms around my knees. My thoughts cloud over again, thinking of the mistake I almost made. “I don’t know. I guess I planned to be long gone by now.”
“How about you have some fun?” Cam suggests. “It’s Fashion Week. I know Keely and Justine are going to the Lucia di Lorenzo show, you should go with them.”
I shake my head quickly. “No, it’s OK. I’ll make other plans.”
“Why, don’t you like them?” Cam asks, looking puzzled.
I flush. The truth is, they don’t like me – and I can’t blame them. They’ve only seen me be the ice queen society bitch. “They wouldn’t want me there,” I insist.
Cam gives me a look, then grabs his cellphone. “Hello, Keely?” he says. I cringe, shaking my head, but he ignores me. “Do you have an extra ticket for the fashion show today? Isabelle would love to come.”
I turn and bury my head in the pillows. How humiliating!
“Uh huh, sure. I’ll tell her.”
Cam finishes talking and hangs up with a smile. “She said she’d love to see you, can’t wait.”
“She’s just being polite.” I sigh.
Cam comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed. “Look, I know you guys got off on the wrong foot, but she’s great, really.”
“You mean she doesn’t mind me conspiring with Brent to screw her out of her entire inheritance?” I cringe when I remember how I went along with his plans. Unlike Brent and me, Keely is Ashcroft’s real daughter. She never knew he even existed until he died, leaving her the sole heir of the company and his fortune. I was hurt that my father picked her instead of me, but I understood why he didn’t want to leave any power to Brent.
Now that Keely has taken her place as head of the company, I’ve avoided her as much as possible. I’m ashamed of how I acted when we first met, and I don’t think I can ever undo the terrible first impression I made.
Cam gives me a reassuring smile. “Look, Keely understands better than you think. She’s more than willing to give you a second chance, and I think you should take it.”
I bite my lip.
“Let me rephrase,” Cam says. “I order you to hang out with her. I promise, it’ll be fun.”
Somehow, Cam commanding me like that takes the pressure off. I nod. “OK,” I agree. “But if this backfires, it’s all your fault.”
He laughs. “I can live with that. Now, have a good time. And if you see something you want, don’t be afraid to buy it for yourself.” He pulls out his wallet and hands me a black AmEx.
“I don’t need this,” I protest. “I can pay my own way.”
Cam silences me with a look. “I said I’d take care of you, Isabelle.” His voice is firm. “I want to. Think of it as a gift for me—”