Wild Submission(16)

Her yelps turn to moans. She thrusts back, eager against my hand.

“There,” Isabelle gasps, as I circle the tender nub. “Oh god!”

I feel her body clench with pleasure. She spreads her thighs further apart, offering me more of her luscious cunt, grinding on my hand.

Fuck, it’s hot. Every one of her whimpers fuelling my fire. It’s powerful.

I yank her head back and spank her again, hard. The moans don’t stop, she’s still hurtling to the edge.

“Say my name,” I growl.

“Cam!” she cries.

“Wrong.” I spank her again and she shrieks at the impact. “Again!”

“Master!” she screams instead.

“Yes. Louder.”

“Master!” Isabelle cries, coming undone under my expert hands. The stubborn, headstrong woman is nowhere to be seen. This girl beneath me is pure need and gasping desire. She whimpers at my touch, bucking eagerly, taking every blow with new excitement. “Oh please, yes, yes! I’m close!”

My head is spinning, my cock so hard I can barely think straight. Fuck, she’s magnificent, begging for more. I can see the slick wetness of her arousal, feel how close her body is to the edge. I could shove those thighs apart and slam inside her with a single stroke, feel her convulse around my cock as I blow my load into that damp relentless heat.

I could lose control, and love every second of it.

“No.”

I snatch away from her, leaving her gasping for breath. I circle to the head of the bench, and place thumb and forefinger under her chin, forcing her to lift her head. Her eyes are wild, her body shaking.

“This is your punishment,” I tell her grimly. “You don’t get to come until I say so. Until you’ve earned it with your submission, and learned that I’m the one calling the shots.”

Isabelle gapes at me. “Please, Cam—”

“Pull up your panties,” I order her. “Clean yourself up. And don’t even think about touching yourself,” I add sternly. “Your release is mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?”

She gulps, but nods. There, that’s an improvement.

“See you at dinner,” I smirk, and walk out of the room—before she can realize just how far she pushed me, how close I came to losing control.

She’s not the only one who needs a lesson. I need to get it together if I have any hope of making this work.





NINE: ISABELLE


What the hell just happened?

My head spins as I slowly sit up and tug my slip down. My body feels like a live wire of sensations: the sharp sting on my ass, and the hot desire burning between my thighs.

What did he do to me?

I take a shaking breath, trying to pull myself together. I’ve never been so aware of my body—or so desperate for release. I feel exposed, left alone in this playroom while Cam goes and does who knows what.

I slowly get up, my legs weak, and head downstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and collapsing down on the soft king bed.

God, that was incredible.

I can’t believe Cam bent me over and spanked me like an errant child. And I can’t believe how much I liked it. My body feels hyper-aroused, and I stretch out on the bed to cool down.

My clit throbs, needing Cam’s touch. His fingers, his tongue. I’m still so close…

My hands slide lower, remembering the shock of impact as he spanked me—and how the discomfort quickly melted into something more. A heady mix of pleasure and pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Once my initial shock faded, I was surprised to find just how sensual the whole thing was. Cam is clearly an expert, and although the spanking hurt like hell in the moment, the pain quickly faded under his masterful hands.

I stroke over my belly and down between my thighs. I know he told me not to touch myself, but he wouldn’t ever know.

Right?

Still, something makes me stop. I want to obey him. I want to please him. I want to trust that he knows what he’s doing with me.

I roll over and groan into the pillows. I’m still frustrated as hell, so I go jump in the shower and let the cold water soothe my throbbing body.

It was tough up there for me. He ordered me to let go and trust him, but that isn’t easy for me. I’ve spent my life trying to keep control—and one amazing evening bent over a bench won’t change that.

However much I want it to.

I quickly dry off, thoughts whirling in my mind. I’d never admit it to anyone, but already there’s something in me that’s eager for Cam’s approval. I don’t know what that makes me, but I want to please him. To hear him murmur, “Good girl,” and reward me for my obedience. I don’t understand it, but it’s what I want.