Wild Submission(20)

Cam’s handprints have faded. There’s no sign of our evening spanking—except the ripple of excitement that rolls through me every time I remember it.

I dress in a sheer lacy nightgown, then stop, looking at the big bed. Soft. Luxurious.

Empty.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I pad barefoot down the dark hallway and stop outside Cam’s door.

I knock, tentative. A moment later, Cam throws it open. “Yes?” he barks, looking annoyed.

I catch my breath. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but black silk pajama bottoms. His body is so muscular, I can see the ridge of his abs, and the way his shoulders and biceps bulge with definition.

“I… I’m sorry,” I murmur, embarrassed. “I just…can I sleep with you tonight?”

I lift my eyes to his. They’re dark with an unreadable expression. Right away, I know I’ve made a mistake.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, turning to go.

“Wait.”

Cam’s hand shoots out and catches me by the arm. I go still from the heat of the contact. I turn. “Come in,” he says, dropping my arm and standing aside.

I take a deep breath, and follow his command.

The room is dim, lit only by a lamp beside the huge bed. I’ve been here before, but somehow, it feels more intimate with the drapes drawn and just the two of us in the dark.

Cam pulls back the covers, and slides into bed. He pats the space beside him. “I warn you,” he says with a dark look. “I’ve been known to snore.”

I burst out laughing, and just like that, the huge bed doesn’t seem so ominous. I go around the other side, and slide in. The sheets are cool and soft, and I can feel the heat from his body burning even from the other side of the king mattress.

“You’re lucky, I don’t.” I smile, but the teasing fades from my lips as Cam turns off the light and rolls over on his side towards me.

He reaches out and strokes gently down my jaw. I shiver. “Come here,” he murmurs, and pulls me to him, so I’m spooned against his body. His front to my back. His hard cock nestled against my ass.

Suddenly, sleep is the last thing on my mind.

“What’s the scent you’re wearing?” Cam asks, his voice a low whisper against my ear.

I relax back into his arms. “My body lotion, I guess. Roses.”

“Mmm,” Cam sweeps my hair aside and drops a kiss on the back of my neck. “You smell good enough to eat.”

Heat rushes between my thighs. Oh God. His hands slide around to my waist, teasing against the silky fabric. I sink deeper into the soft pillows, deeper against him. Cam groans softly, gripping my hips. I rub back against his cock, and feel his whole body tense.

“No,” he says. “Don’t move.”

I still.

“Whatever I do, don’t move,” he whispers, his request becoming an order. “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound, unless it’s to moan with pleasure.”

My heart skips a beat.

“Who are you in the dark?” Cam says again. His hands roam over my front, moving up to palm and stroke my breasts. I shudder, feeling the heat rise. God, it’s good. He squeezes softly, then pinches my nipples until I moan.

“Who are you when nobody’s watching?” he demands, growling in my ear. “Away from all the bullshit and pressure. Who are you when you’re coming undone?”

He nips gently at my neck, fitting me snugly against him. There’s not an inch of space between our bodies, I can feel every breath, every heartbeat, every jerk of his stiff cock against my ass.

I close my eyes and fall into the darkness. Cam’s hand trails down over my belly, down between my thighs. He rubs softly, just right.

I gasp.

“That’s right, my sweet. Let go for me.”

His weight shifts, then suddenly he’s gone: rolling me onto my back and pulling the covers down, kissing his way between my thighs.

I tense.

“Shh,” he soothes me. “I’m going to make this very simple for you. You can make all the noise you want. Scream and writhe, do whatever you need. But you cannot come, Isabelle. You can’t come until I say.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

“Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Master,” I breathe. Already my body is so tense and turned on, I don’t know if I can keep my promise.

But I’ll sure as hell try my best.

Cam lowers his head again. His stubble scratches against my skin as he eases my legs open, baring me wide. I can feel my cheeks heat, but somehow, I’m safe here. Safe in the dark with Cam trailing kisses, licking and nipping at my inner thighs until, God, his tongue licks up against me in a hot, wet swoop.

I groan, gripping the pillows tight. Cam licks again, swirling his tongue over my tender nub until I’m panting. “Oh God,” I gasp, arching up to meet his mouth. This is incredible. My body clenches, my pussy aching for his touch.