He pulls away then, and I cry out at his sudden absence. The pressure is building inside me, coiling tighter, and I moan, trying not to beg, knowing that Cam is the one who’ll make all the demands.
“Goddamn,” he growls, moving a hand to stroke and dip into my wetness. “You taste so sweet.”
He slides two fingers inside me.
Fuck, now I really am close. I clench around him, bucking up against his hand. “Cam!” I cry, gripping the pillows. “Cam, I don’t know if I can stop—”
“You can, and you will.” Cam’s voice is a warning. He slides his fingers out of me, then back, deeper. Fuck!
“Not like this.” I shake my head, thrashing against him. He pins me down with his other hand, so I’m helpless on the bed. Out, then back, a slow deep slide that makes my blood boil. “I’ll come, I can’t stop.”
“Shh,” he whispers again. “Breathe deep. Let it wash over you.”
He lowers his head and licks me again. Dear Lord, I don’t know how much more I can take. Every nerve in my body is wild with tension, begging for release. He licks me slowly, gently pumping his fingers inside me, until I can feel my body start to crest.
“Cam!” I reach down and grab his head, pulling him away. For a moment, I’m caught on the precipice, ready to fall, but I inhale another ragged breath and clench my body tight, trying to keep the orgasm at bay.
Slowly, the waves recede. I exhale, reeling and unsatisfied. God, I need to come so bad! But even through my frustration, there’s pride. I’m pleased I managed to follow his orders, to do what he wanted, even when it drove me crazy.
Cam crawls back up my body, and lays beside me, face to face. “Why did you stop me?” he asks.
“Because you told me not to come.” I can see his face, just inches away, eyes burning hotly in the dark. “You gave me an order.”
“And you obeyed me.” I can hear the satisfaction in his tone. “That’s what I wanted, Isabelle. Not to deny you your pleasure for the sake of it, but for you to learn obedience. And you did it beautifully, I’m so proud.”
I feel a glow. “I’m glad,” I whisper. “I want to please you.”
“And you will.” Cam strokes my cheek. “Now, you get a reward. Anything you want.”
“Anything?” My heart leaps.
“Yes.” Cam skims his fingertips over my breasts again, making them ache, heavy with need. “So tell me, Isabelle, what’s your pleasure?”
“You,” I breathe, already reaching for him. “I want you. Inside me. Please.”
My hands slip inside his pajamas and close around Cam’s magnificent cock. His pupils dilate. He lets out a low groan. I stroke him again, and then he grabs my hand.
“Not tonight.” He pulls me away. “But you’ve earned your release, my sweet.” Cam slides his hand between my thighs and thrusts two fingers inside me. He kisses down my body, back to my wet pussy.
Fuck.
Slowly, he licks up my slit, circling and sucking on my clit. He laps up against me, the pressure building with every flick of his tongue. I moan. He opens my lips, licking the soft folds, while sticking his fingers deep inside me. He curls them even deeper, and again sucks my clit.
He looks up at me, his gaze tender yet animalistic. “Now come for me,” he orders, kissing me with a fierce possession. He thrusts again.
I come, moaning his name over and over and over. Cam pulses his fingers again and again, riding out my orgasm.
He spoons me against him again, holding me tight. And to my surprise, I fall asleep.
TWELVE: CAM
The next day is torture. I try to work at the office as usual, but my head is miles away: back in the dark bedroom, gorging on Isabelle’s sweet cunt. God, the look on her face as she desperately tried to keep from coming. She worked so hard to please me, and she couldn’t have done better.
My little sub is learning, every day.
“So what’s her name?”
I snap my head up. Keely is in my doorway, watching me with a smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I cough, shuffling some paperwork like I wasn’t just fantasizing about impaling Isabelle on my aching cock.
“Bullshit,” she grins, throwing herself down in one of my comfy arm chairs. “You’ve been a million miles away all day. You were so zoned out during that marketing call, he could have proposed a million dollar budget increase and you wouldn’t have noticed a thing.”
“They’re welcome to a million if it gets our revenue up,” I shoot back. “Maybe I was just bored by their proposals.”
She laughs, not at all fooled. “Come on, spill. You know I love some gossip. And you never have any.” She narrows her eyes. “Huh, I didn’t realize that before now. You’re so…”