Cam searches my eyes tenderly. “Tell me, Isabelle. Do you trust me now?”
I’ve never been looked at with such care and desire.
I feel a surge of confidence. “Yes,” I answer, holding his gaze. “I trust you.”
And it’s true. Cam has shown me nothing but consideration and I’ve never felt so safe with anyone before in my life. Whatever happens between us, I know he won’t judge or criticize me. I can truly be myself and know that who I am is wanted. Appreciated. Desired.
It’s an intoxicating sensation.
Cam smiles and reaches to brush a strand of my hair back.
A sudden thought occurs to me. “Do you trust me?” I ask.
I know I’ve held so much back from him, but it’s important that he knows I’m on his side. I’ll do anything for him – and not just because I’m his sub. It goes deeper than that, to the connection I can’t deny.
“Yes,” Cam answers. “I trust you, Isabelle. Sometimes I think I trust you more than you trust yourself.”
I swallow hard. “I guess I’ve spent so long pretending to be someone I’m not, it’s hard to know what instincts I can rely on,” I confess. “I second guess myself all the time. I don’t know what to believe in.”
“You.” Cam places his hand over my heart. “Believe in yourself, because I believe in you.”
And with his palm pressed steady and warm against my chest, I know beyond any shadow of a doubt that there’s nothing in the world that means more to me than this man.
“I’m yours,” I tell him. “Whatever you want from me, you know I’ll give it to you.”
Cam’s eyes darken, and I can tell my words really mean something to him too.
“Seeing you here like this, that sexy, sleepy smile on your face, knowing that you trust me totally…it’s a gift to me. To have you give me the gift of yourself, Isabelle, it’s priceless. And I treasure it.” Cam’s fingers lazily twirl through my hair as he gazes down at me.
“You make me feel so free,” I say, feeling self-conscious. “I thought I would feel shy, or even embarrassed by some of the things we’ve done, but it’s been a revelation to let go like this.”
“Good,” Cam gives me a sexy smile. “I want you to feel free. This is all part of the sub/dom relationship, showing you the freedom of surrender. This is one more way I can take care of you. But now, I’d like to take us to the next level. If you’re ready for it. Are you ready, Isabelle?”
I feel a flicker of nerves – and excitement. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m ready, if you’ll show me how.”
“It will be my pleasure.”
Cam sits up, and I do the same, so I’m cross-legged, facing him on the bed. He reaches out and gently strokes along my collarbone, tracing a path around my neck.
“Do you know about breath-play?” he asks softly.
I shake my head, buzzing with anticipation.
“It’s the ultimate in trust between a sub and her dom,” he explains, his voice rasping sexily. “During sex, I’ll control everything about you—even your breathing.”
I look at him, still confused.
“Withdrawing oxygen can enhance your orgasm,” Cam continues, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s dangerous, but done correctly, the feeling is incredible. But you’ll be trusting me with your life, Isabelle. I need to know you’re ready for it.”
My heart stops. It sounds risky as hell, to put my life in his hands. What if he pushes me too far? I could get seriously hurt.
But then I look at Cam, and I know, there’s no safer person in the world. He would never let me come to harm. Everything he’s done so far has proven he cares about my safety above all else.
My safety, and my pleasure.
“Have you done it before?” I ask.
He nods. “A few times, but only with very experienced subs. That’s why I don’t want to pressure you. This isn’t for everyone.”
“But you like it.” I watch his face, and see the tell-tale glint in his eye.
“Yes,” he answers simply. “For a dom, the power is like nothing else in the world. And for a sub, the release can be amazing, a rush like never before. But everyone has limits. Maybe this is one of yours. You decide.”
His words tempt me. Despite my fear, I’m curious.
“How would this work?”
He smiles. “Like everything else, you would trust me to take care of you. But this time, we’ll have a safe-word too. A signal that you don’t want to continue. When you use the word or sign, I’ll stop right away. It’s the one line I’ll never cross.”