Total Submission(17)

Hope you’re having fun. I have plans for us tonight…

I can’t hide my smile.

“Let me guess, the man himself,” Keely says knowingly.

I give a happy little shrug and text him back.

You were right, I’m having a great time.

He replies immediately. I’ll be home at 7. Wear the outfit on the bed, and wait for me there.

Just reading Cam’s sexy text makes my body tighten in anticipation.

“You’re blushing!” Keely teases me. I blush harder, and put my phone away.

“Don’t worry, Vaughn is the king of the filthy text,” Justine informs me. “Keely’s forever excusing herself to go talk dirty in the bathroom.”

“Am not!”

“Well then, you’re missing out,” Justine says smugly. “Ash has quite the way with words.”

As they taunt each other good-naturedly, my phone buzzes again. My heart leaps, expecting more from Cam. But when I look at my phone, the text is from Brent.

You’ll get what’s coming to you, bitch.

I delete the message and look up to find Keely and Justine staring at me expectantly, mirth in their eyes.

“So, what’d he say? Or do you need to go visit the ladies’ room?” Keely winks.

I scramble for an answer. “He said…Cam said lunch is on him,” I bluff, flashing his AmEx with a smile that I hope doesn’t look as fake as it feels.

As Keely and Justine saytheir thanks, I push Brent’s text to the back of my mind, but my appetite is gone and I can’t shake my anxiety for the rest of the meal.

It’s not that I don’t trust Cam to protect me—I just don’t know if he’ll still want to once he finds out what I’ve done.





EIGHT: CAM


It’s impossible to focus on work with memories of Isabelle raging in my mind. Work is a tedious distraction from thoughts of her supple body, opening to me. Her lips sliding around my cock. Her warm, slick wetness consuming me whole.

By the time the day is over, I’ve got a hard-on raging like never before. I let myself into the apartment and go straight to the bedroom, loosening my tie as I go.

Just as I commanded in my text message, she’s laying waiting on the bed. Dressed in just a skimpy black silk negligee, a matching silk blindfold covering her eyes. Ready to please me, so eager for my touch.

“Cam?” her voice quavers, breathy with lust.

I watch as she strains to hear a sound from me, her chest rising and falling faster as her breath quickens in anticipation. The sun has set, leaving the room dim, save for a low glow from the lamps.

I’m the one in control here. Just as it should be.

I move closer, drinking in the sight of her. I had planned to tie her up, but now it seems a shame to let those clever hands go to waste.

Not when they can do so many other things instead.

“You followed my instructions,” I murmur, when I’m just inches away.

Isabelle jolts, and I see her nipples tighten. “Yes,” she whispers, her eyes hidden under the blindfold. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The power rolls through me. God, she’s so willing. I knew from the start that she would be a perfect sub, and now here she is, trusting me completely to give her pleasure—or whatever I choose.

That trust should be rewarded.

I know what I want from her tonight. Part of me wonders if she’s ready. I’ll start slow.

I go to the bedside table and open the drawer, pulling out a slim vibrator and lube I purchased just for this occasion.

I settle on the bed beside her. Isabelle’s head twists around, like she’s trying to get her bearings.

“Shh,” I murmur, gently peeling the straps from her shoulders. “You don’t need to do anything tonight but relax. Relax, and feel.”

Isabelle exhales. I lay her gently on the pillows, sliding the negligee down her body until she’s naked, wearing only the blindfold. I skim her body with kisses as I go, until she’s squirming in my hands.

“You taste so sweet,” I whisper, dropping kisses on her stomach, her hips, her thighs. “I’ve been fantasizing about licking you all day. Now spread those gorgeous legs.”

She obeys, and gasps as my tongue finds her sweet, wet pussy.

Mmmm.

I lap her hungrily, gripping her calves in my hands and forcing them up, baring her to me completely. I suckle at her clit, loving the way her body shudders and clenches around me.

“Cam!” she gasps, throwing her head back. She grips the covers in her fists, and I spear my tongue deep into her tight cunt. “Oh my God!”

I return to her clit, swirling over the tender swell until she’s whimpering with the measured pressure of my tongue, my thumb, a nip from my teeth. Then I dip my fingers in her juices, teasing her by slipping just inside before withdrawing.