Total Submission(3)

Too much to ever forgive—if I even deserve his forgiveness.

The door flies open. And before I have a chance to brace myself, Cam is standing right in front of me. His body tense, his eyes flashing angrily.

“Isabelle.”

Just my name on his lips, and I’m overcome.





TWO: CAM


I stare at Isabelle, just inches away from me in the small marble bathroom. After all this time apart, I’d convinced myself that she couldn’t be as beautiful as I remember her, but I was wrong. She still takes my breath away.

Every time I see her, it feels like the first time. Those big blue eyes, that luscious mouth. The warmth of her body so close to mine. The scent of her familiar perfume hits me like a fist. There’s nothing I crave more than the feel of her in my arms. The taste of her sweet lips opening wide for me, eager and ready.

“Cam…” she swallows. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Yes. I should,” I growl, furious. “You won’t answer my calls, you won’t see me. We’re talking right now, and I’m not leaving until we do.”

Her eyes flicker nervously to the door. “I can’t talk to you…”

I hate seeing her like this, being led around by that asshole Brent like she’s some kind of pet. She can’t have meant what she said to me. She can’t possibly pick him over me.

“Tell me why you left,” I demand, moving closer. “Tell me why you broke the contract and went back to him.” My voice twists on the word. “What’s he got on you, Isabelle? What’s he doing to make you stay?”

“Nothing,” Isabelle protests weakly. “It’s like I said. You were right. This isn’t for me. The life you lead…the whole sub/Dom thing, it’s not what I want.” She drops her gaze to the floor, and I know every word of it is false.

“You’re lying,” I say quietly, taking another step towards her. “I know you, Isabelle. I know when you want me. When your body aches for me…”

I reach out and stroke down her neck, her breath catching as I trail my fingertips softly over her silky skin.

“I want…” Isabelle whispers, but then she stops herself and sighs.

“You want more,” I murmur, leaning to kiss the trail of her collarbone. I feel her body shiver against me. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, my sweet? You need more.”

“Cam,” she whimpers. There’s need in her voice, raw lust, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

I kiss her throat, breathing her in as I slide my hands lower, over her waist and the curve of her delicious ass. Fuck, I’ve imagined this moment, going out of my mind alone at night with nothing to keep me warm but the memories of her shuddering in climax, screaming my name.

Nothing makes me feel this way but her. Nothing else will ever do. And if I have to play dirty to make her see she belongs with me now, then damn, I’ll enjoy every minute.

“You need me,” I whisper in her ear. I slip a hand between her thighs, stroking a fingertip over the damp lace of her panties and the heat of her core. “You want me to order you down on your knees right now, command you to suck my cock. You want me to dominate you, my darling, because that’s the most alive you’ve ever felt before. And I can give it to you. I can give you what you need.”

She sways against me with a breathy sigh – not surrendering, but not resisting either.

“So don’t fight it,” I tell her softly, stroking again. Fuck, she’s so wet for me. Ready for my fingers, my tongue, my cock. “Give in to me, Isabelle. Come home, where you belong. Where I can take care of you.”

I slip her panties aside and sink two fingers deep into her slick cunt as I claim her mouth in a kiss.

Isabelle moans into my mouth, arching against my hand. I plunge my fingers deeper, relishing the feeling of her yielding to me, surrendering to my will. My tongue probes her mouth as my fingers explore her tight wetness, and she opens, willingly. I can taste the champagne on her lips and feel the slickness of her desire.

No matter how much she denies it, Isabelle was made to be my sub. Made to be mine.

“Yes,” I growl. “Submit to me.”

But suddenly, as if a flip has switched, she tears away.

“We can’t do this!” Her voice is ragged, filled with a desperate pleading. “Don’t you get it, Cam? There’s no future for us. We can’t be together.”

Tears glisten in her eyes. “It’s too dangerous. If people found out about…” She stops, and shakes her head. “I can’t. Please understand, Cam.”

“Understand what?” I fight to keep my temper. “Tell me what’s wrong. Has Brent threatened you? Hurt you in any way? Because if he has…” Rage boils up inside me, and I have to clench my fists to keep control.