“Tell me what you need,” Cam commands me.
I whimper, not able to speak the words aloud.
“Tell me,” he says again, and then his hand stops moving.
“You,” I moan desperately. “Please, Cam. I need you inside me.”
He answers by plunging two fingers deep into my slick pussy.
Fuck!
I thrust against him, out of my mind with the pleasure. He drives again, grinding his palm against my clit and curling his fingers, finger-fucking me with relentless precision. I cry out, writhing with need.
“Now come for me, Isabelle. Let it all go.”
His permission opens something inside me.
I cry out as the climax rips through me, the most intense orgasm of my life. It leaves me gasping in a haze of pleasure. When I finally turn my head and open my eyes, Cam is gazing down at me.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asks, stroking my cheek.
I nod. Enjoyment is an understatement.
“Good.” Cam smiles—but it’s a smile laced with something powerful that makes my stomach flip.
“That orgasm was my gift to you, Isabelle, and I promise, this is just the beginning.”
SIX: CAM
I walk out of the room before I take her right now, just pin those slim wrists to the bed and slam my cock into her slick cunt the way she begged.
“I need you inside me.”
Fuck, I deserve a medal right now. But my rules are sacrosanct. No sex with my subs until I have total control. And Isabelle is only just beginning her journey.
And beginning to test my willpower to the limits.
I climb the stairs to my atrium, looking to find some clarity and peace. The room is on the top floor of the townhouse, a glass-walled playroom with views of the city lights and carefully positioned greenery to shield my activities from watchful eyes.
I pour a drink and pace the small room, feeling like a caged beast.
Nothing about tonight is going like it should. I should be in charge—of my sub, the situation and my own emotions—but I’m not. I can’t stop the feelings of possessive emotion that rear up whenever I’m around this woman. I thought that entering into the agreement with her would help keep those feelings contained. Create a familiar framework that would stop me from losing control.
What was I thinking? Isabelle’s not like any other woman I’ve dominated before. Whether I want to admit it or not, she’s different, special.
The rules exist to protect us both; that’s why there’s a contract. And already, I’m breaking them. Usually, I keep myself totally detached from my sub’s history or life story and simply focus on giving her pleasure, but being with Isabelle tonight, watching her eyes darken with passion and excitement as she touched herself… All I wanted was to know more. Experience more. I want to get inside her, understand her, and discover every little thing that’s hidden behind her perfect façade.
I could tell myself it’s part of the game, but that would be a lie. This is way more than just my usual desire. It’s a restless hunger that won’t be satisfied.
I sip my scotch and think about what she shared with me tonight, the brief details of her tragic life. She acts to the world as if she’s just another beautiful, frivolous girl, but the truth is, she’s been through more than I could ever imagine.
Still, she’s hiding something from me. And I will discover it all. Stripping back her defenses one by one until she gives me everything. And I’ll give her in return, total freedom.
The anticipation curls through me like a drug. Isabelle will submit, and I will know it all. Every inch of her skin, every moan of pleasure. Every dark secret in her past.
Her surrender will be absolute.
SEVEN: ISABELLE
I wake the next morning back in the guest suite. After waiting for Cam in his bed for a half hour, I realized, the lesson was over. He runs so hot and cold, it’s hard to know what’s coming next, but that’s thrilling too. He’s unpredictable. Impossible to control.
I stretch lazily and yawn. I haven’t felt this good in years. The morning sun is pale through the windows, and the whole world feels brand new. I shiver with bliss at the memory of his hands on me. Inside me. Nobody has ever focused so completely giving me pleasure, or been so attuned to what I want and need.
But Cam was holding back, I could tell. His touch was maddeningly gentle, driving me out of my mind with need. I don’t want him to be careful. I want him to take me hard and fast, I want to feel him slamming into me with all the power I know is stored in that lean, muscular body.
I hope he will. And soon.
I hop out of bed and quickly freshen up. I pull on a silky, sexy robe and pad down the hall in search of the man himself.
“Cam?”