Total Submission(24)

I slip into the scrap of black silk. The dress settles over my body, hugging every curve. I look classy and beautiful, but I know the naughty secret hiding under the short skirt, and it makes me feel even hotter.

I lace up my new sandals and pivot to take in the view. Perfect. I used to hate the way men looked at me, like I was some dumb toy, but now I love looking sexy for Cam. I feel powerful when his eyes are on me, sensual and wild.

I strut back into the living room with a swing in my hips. I can see from Cam’s face, it was worth the wait.

His eyes rake over me, sending heat straight to my core.

“Come here,” he orders in a steely voice.

My heart races as I walk over to him. God, I want his hands on me. I can’t get enough of him, the things he does to me.

The pleasure he provides.

“Now, let’s see if you followed instructions…” Cam slides his hands up my thighs, nudging the dress higher. He traces the garter belt, then lifts the fabric all the way to my waist. “Good girl,” he growls approvingly, his breath hot against my skin.

My legs go weak. He’s still seated, so my pussy is level with his face. I’m trembling in anticipation, hungry for his touch.

“Don’t move,” he orders me. “Don’t make a sound. Unless you’re begging me,” he adds with a wicked grin.

Cam spreads my legs even wider, and sinks two fingers deep into my aching cunt.

I gasp. His eyes don’t leave mine, not for a minute as he curls his fingers up inside me, rubbing my walls just right.

Then, just as the pleasure rises, he leans forward and nips the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

I yelp.

“Easy there,” Cam murmurs, slowly fluttering his fingers inside me. Every sensation is heightened, the sting of his teeth still on my skin. “Just breathe…”

He licks his way to my clit and slowly circles the quivering nub. This time, I moan out loud in ecstasy. He slides his fingers deeper, adding a third, stretching me open.

Fuck, it feels so good!

I sway against him, sinking into the pleasure of his fingers and tongue. Then Cam nips at my clit, a sharp burst of pain against the seductive swirl of his fingers.

I groan, hurtling closer to the edge. I love this, love the way he masters my body, bringing new sensations to the surface that make everything feel so much more. More heat, more pleasure, more tension building low in my belly.

Cam’s voice thrums against me. “You want this don’t you, Isabelle? Want to feel the pain with the pleasure, telling you that you’re really, truly alive.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my legs about to give way. I clutch his shoulders, and in a single move, Cam lifts me up and lays me out on the coffee-table, pushing aside his gifts and wrappers. Now I don’t have to do anything but sink into the sensation, totally at his mercy.

Cam rocks back on his heels. “Look at you,” he groans in appreciation. He can see every part of me, every curve and delicate fold. Knowing his eyes are on me makes a dirty, wicked thrill race down my spine. “Dripping wet and ready to be fucked.”

“Yes. Please. Master,” I add, knowing how it turns him on.

Suddenly, he flips me onto my hands and knees, pulling my hips back so that my butt juts into the air. He parts my cheeks, and then fuck, I feel him there, his tongue lapping against me, nudging at the hidden knot of nerves. I tense in surprise, moaning out loud at the sensation as he spears inside me. He rubs my clit in time, and fuck, I’m close, so close—

I pant for air, clutching the edge of the coffee table. My nipples strain hard against the thin fabric of the dress, and I thrust against him, needing more.

“Not yet, Isabelle.” Cam spanks my ass, a sharp stroke that snaps me out of my haze. Then he’s back, his tongue expertly flickering against my ass, his fingers sinking into my wet cunt. “Not until I give you permission.”

Desperately, my mind races, searching for some ordinary thing to think about. Anything to distract me from the intense sensations coursing through my body. But I can’t focus, fuck, it feels so good!

Groaning, I imagine the thickness of his pulsing cock. I need him inside me, God, I’ve never needed anything so much.

He takes me to the brink again, so close, then cuts me off with a series of stinging slaps. But the pain only adds to my frustration. My whole body is on fire, demanding release.

“Please,” I beg him. “Please!”

“Soon enough, my sweet. But I want you like this. On the edge, ready to fall at my command.” Cam gives my clit another possessive caress. “All night long, you’ll be wet for me. And when I tell you to come, when I finally give you permission…you’ll be impaled on my cock, and I’ll feel every damn clench, I promise you that.”