Total Submission(23)

I’ve been blessed with so much. For years, I was panicked about it being snatched away again, but now with Cam I feel a security I’ve never felt before. Maybe I can stop worrying about losing it all, and start thinking about giving it away instead.

The week speeds past, until suddenly, it’s Friday. My birthday.

I haven’t told Cam – birthdays are always weird for me, a bittersweet reminder of my life with the woman who was my birth mom. The Ashcrofts liked to splash out with fancy dinners and gifts for me, but it always made me feel like they were trying too hard to erase the past. Now, I prefer a quiet, low-key day, so I don’t say a word to Cam, and instead spend the day at the spa, brainstorming ideas for my meeting with the foundation. By the time I let myself in the penthouse in the evening, I’m all relaxed – and full of great ideas for outreach to the kids.

“Cam?” I call, stepping into the apartment. He said he might be home early for dinner. I love our evenings in together: every night, he shows me a new side to our pleasure, pushing me further, teaching me all the ways I can surrender.

My shoes step on something soft. I stop. The hallway is covered with rose petals, stretching into the living room.

My heart leaps. “Cam?” I call again, following the trail down the hall.

In the living room, Cam waits – surrounded by a mountain of gift-wrapped boxes. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

I gasp. “You did all this for me?” I look around in amazement. The room is covered in hundreds of roses in cut-class vases. They’re my favorite white English variety, the kind with sweet scented perfume. It looks like every available surface is covered, and the floor is piled with boxes and bags. “Cam, how did you know?”

He gets up and takes me in his arms, giving me a slow, hot kiss. “You’re mine,” he says possessively. “It’s my job to know everything about you.”

Damn, he’s hot when he’s all dominant like this.

I look around, overwhelmed. How did I get so lucky with this man? Everything he does makes me feel so special and treasured.

“Come sit down and open your presents,” Cam grins, like he’s the one celebrating. He leads me to the couch.

“I don’t know where to start!” I protest, still dazed. He laughs, and hands me a shoe-box-sized gift, wrapped in amazing silver and gold paper with ribbons.

“It seems like a crime to rip that open,” I say, carefully sliding the ribbon off.

“At that rate, we’ll be here all night,” Cam smiles. He leans closer to whisper in my ear, “And I have even more surprises planned for you.”

His breath is hot against my skin, and I shiver from his nearness. My nipples tighten in anticipation. Every night with him so far has been a wild ride. I can’t imagine what he’s planning this time.

Maybe I can unwrap faster.

I rip off the paper, and find a box of Louboutin shoes. They’re amazing black sandals with straps to criss-cross up my calves: totally sexy and wicked.

“Cam, these are amazing!” I squeal, slipping one on. Of course, it fits perfectly.

“That’s just the beginning,” Cam grins, handing me another box. I tear into the wrapping, feeling like every Christmas and birthday has come rolled into one. Soon the floor is littered with paper and ribbons as I discover the generous gifts Cam has picked out for me: designer clothing, gorgeous diamond jewelry, makeup and more.

“You’re spoiling me,” I protest, when Cam hands me the last box. “All this is too much, Cam,”

“Nothing’s too much for you,” he smiles, kissing me tenderly. “I just like to see you smile.”

“I’d smile without any of this,” I tell him honestly. “I love the thought, but all I need is you.”

Cam’s eyes flash with heat. “I love hearing you say that.”

“Yes, Master,” I tease him with a grin. I lean in and nip at his ear, sliding my hand into his lap. His cock stiffens against me, rearing up against his pants.

He growls. “Go get dressed,” he orders me. “Wear your new lingerie, and that black dress I like.”

I bounce up, eager. “With panties, or without,” I give him a playful grin.

He lands a playful slap on my ass.

“Without. I want to know you’re naked under there. Naked, and wet for me.”

God, yes. I’m already trembling with anticipation, and I don’t want to keep him waiting, so I grab the box and hurry to the bedroom. Quickly, I strip off my clothes and dress in the new undergarments he gave me. The lace bra pushes my breasts into two creamy mounds, and the garter belt and stockings seem to frame my naked pussy, making it look even more exposed.