Wild Submission(23)

It’s so fucking sexy, I can’t take it. I’m too close to the edge, too soon. I grab a fistful of silky blonde hair and tug her head, fighting the urge to spurt my hot seed all over her gorgeous face.

But Isabelle won’t be stopped. Her head bobs in my lap and her juicy pink lips slide over my glistening shaft, sucking me off deep in her throat. She gazes up at me, urging me on with every stroke, moaning softly as she sucks.

Fuck it, I’m already gone. The climax rips through me, flooding me with pleasure as I grip her head, pumping into Isabelle’s warm throat.

She swallows down every last drop, and licks me clean. Fuck, could she be any more perfect? Finally, she lifts her head.

“Was that OK, Master?” she asks.

I nod. “Try un-fucking-believable.”

She smiles with pleasure. “Good.”

And then instead of getting up, she rests her head in my lap. I exhale, stroking her hair as my climax fades away. I’m the one supposed to be in control here, but every moment with her shifts my center of gravity until I don’t even know who’s calling the shots.

I just know, I don’t want this to end.





THIRTEEN: ISABELLE


The casino charity night arrives out of nowhere: I’ve been so wrapped up in Cam, I don’t have time for my usual nerves about whether the event will go OK. There’s barely time to call my committee and check in before I’m sitting in the back of a limo with Cam, trying to remember if there’s anything I’m forgetting.

“I should call the caterers again,” I fidget nervously. “And I should have been there this afternoon for set-up. I can’t believe I missed it. If anything was wrong—”

“They would have called you,” Cam interrupts me, soothing. “Or, better yet, they would have solved the problem themselves. This is why you hired professionals,” he adds. “You don’t need to be there to fold every napkin.”

“I know.” I can’t stop worrying—at least until Cam takes my hand, bringing it to his mouth. He kisses my palm.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” he smiles at me.

I feel a glow. “Thank you.” I agonized over what to wear before picking out a long gown in pale blue silk. I hoped that he’d like it, and from the way his eyes are skimming over the plunging neckline all the way down to the thigh-high slit, I’ve got my wish.

“But it’s missing something…” Cam muses, pulling something from his jacket pocket. A slim blue box. Tiffany’s. I gasp. “A little something for you. To celebrate our arrangement.”

I open the lid. A pair of glittering, diamond-studded bracelets twinkle up at me from the satin lining. “Oh my God,” I breathe. “Cam, these are gorgeous!”

He lifts them from the box and fastens them around my wrists: a matching pair of jeweled cuffs. I run my fingers over the metal, pausing over gold loops that are fixed to each cuff. “What are these for?”

“All kinds of things.” Cam’s voice turns throaty. He leans in, nipping at my earlobe. “I’ll show you later.

A shiver runs through me. I can’t wait to find out.

“I love them,” I tell him happily. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, princess.” Cam claims my lips in a lingering kiss that sends heat racing through my body. I’m already wet for him, wanting his muscular body crushing mine, his hips pistoning fast, cock buried deep inside my slick, wet pussy. “Now, are you ready for your night?”

I take a breath and clasp his hand. “I am now.” I think of the crowd waiting for us, all the sneering, judging faces. “Just don’t let go, OK?”

“I promise.” Cam vows.

* * *

When we arrive at the hotel ballroom, everything’s already in full swing. The chandeliers glitter over New York’s social elite, mingling and chatting by the casino tables. Dealers lead games of roulette and blackjack as the band plays in the corner, and wait staff circulate with hors d’oeuvres and champagne.

“Looking good,” Cam applauds, as we make our way into the crowd.

“So far.” I’m still on edge, nervous something will go wrong. To everyone else, this is just another excuse to get in the gossip pages, but I really care about raising money here tonight, and I want everything to be flawless.

“Izzie!”

We turn. Olivia is cutting through the crowd. She greets me with a kiss, beaming. “Isn’t this great? The pit master says we’ve already raised fifty thousand dollars.”

“So soon?” I smile, happy and relieved. “But the evening’s barely started.”