Total Submission(25)

With that final dirty promise, he’s gone, leaving me trembling on the table. I whimper in frustration. I’m wound so tight I feel like I’ll explode!

Cam helps me to my feet and pulls down my dress. “Ready for dinner?” he asks casually, like I’m not strung out on the edge.

“Bastard,” I tell him, gasping for air.

He grins. “Patience, darling. I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.” I believe him.

He puts on his jacket while I slowly come back down to earth. My whole body is ultra-sensitive, still aching for the release he’s just denied me.

“The car is downstairs.” Cam holds out his arm to me, ever the gentleman. “I love that I was just buried tongue deep in your pussy.”

With a wink, he shows me to the door.

* * *

The car ride lets me pull myself back together, and by the time we reach the restaurant, I’m almost back to normal.

Almost.

I step out of the car and look up at the elegant building. “You got us reservations at Metro?” I exclaim happily. “This place has like a six-month waiting list!”

“I pulled some strings,” Cam says, leading me inside.

We step into the restaurant, but instead of showing us to the main dining room, the maître d’ leads us through a short corridor, through a set of glass paned double doors to a private room.

But it’s dark inside and feels empty. “I think this is the wrong room…” I whisper to Cam.

Suddenly, the lights blaze on. A chorus of voices yells, “Surprise!”

I freeze. The lights flip up, revealing a room full of familiar faces. Keely, Vaughn, Justine, Ash, Olivia – and my old society friends too. Nicole and co stretching their lips into envious smiles as everyone cheers and calls out my name.

Happy tears fill my eyes. “Is this all for me? Cam, I can’t believe it!”

He gives me a proud smile and kisses the top of my head. “You deserve it, sweetheart.”

We move into the welcoming circle of my friends and family.

“Happy birthday!” Keely hugs me excitedly. “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything! You need to give a girl some warning next time.”

“Right!” Justine agrees, kissing me on the cheek. “How are you going to get the best gifts if you don’t give people time to shop?”

“But I don’t need gifts,” I protest. What I have, right here, is more than enough.

I squeeze Cam’s hand tightly as he takes me through the crowd. I’m so full of gratitude and thanks that he’s a part of my life now. I can’t imagine where I would be without him, I just know that my life is full of friendship and warmth, the kind I never dared dream about all these lonely years.

Right now, I’ve never been happier, and it’s all because of him.





TWELVE: CAM


The party is perfect, but better than anything is the beaming smile on Isabelle’s face.

She deserves to be happy, and after the terrible things she’s been through, nothing gives me more pleasure and pride than to make her feel so happy and at home.

“You don’t mind if I whisk her away for a moment?” I interrupt her talking with Olivia.

“Go right ahead,” Olivia grins. “I’m going to try another one of those amazing cakes. Don’t tell Nicole,” she adds to Isabelle with a wink.

I steer Isabelle to a private corner. Music is playing, champagne is flowing, and everyone seems like they’re having a great time – even Isabelle’s snootier friends. I’m glad I invited them too, I want everyone to see how happy Isabelle is now.

“Did I tell you you’re the best?” Isabelle beams, clutching me. She’s giggly and carefree, and it’s the cutest fucking thing in the world. “Because you are. The best.”

I laugh. “Enjoying the champagne?”

“Yes. It’s my favorite. In fact, everything’s my favorite. How do you do that?” Isabelle asks. “Know what I want even before I want it myself?”

I pull her closer, loving the feel of her body under that sinful silk dress – and the private delight that’s waiting just for me. “It’s my job as your Master to give you everything you need.” I slide my hand over the curve of her ass. “Everything.”

Isabelle inhales, her eyes bright. “I still want you so bad,” she whispers. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait to get you home.”

Damn, she’s hot. I lust after her. “I booked us a suite at the Plaza,” I tell her. “Once we leave this party, I’m not letting you out of bed all weekend. And I packed some very special toys,” I add, relishing the thought of how my new crop will mark her sweet flesh.