I come with a groan. Fuck, this is what she’s done to me, driven me so crazy I can’t see straight: jerking off in the bathroom like some green kid. She needs to be taught a lesson. She needs to know who’s in control.
I pull myself back together, my resolve already set.
She wants to be my sub and learn everything about this dark world of control and desire? I’ll give her what she wants—but on my terms. No disobedience, no more pushing my buttons and forcing my hand.
I’ve been holding back, worried about her emotions and history with Brent. But if she is certain, I won’t stand in her way.
I take what I want. And I want her.
THREE: ISABELLE
I wake to the sound of clinking dishes and the whir of the coffee maker. Stretching out in the luxurious bed, the super-soft sheets feel like heaven on my warm, naked skin. The only thing that could make this better was if Cam were here beside me.
Cam.
I sit up, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. He didn’t reject my request completely: he said we’d talk about it today.
That means the answer might be ‘yes.’
I pull on some yoga pants and a fitted T-shirt. There’s a weird flutter of excitement in my stomach. I’m not used to feeling like this: nervous and excited about a man.
You’re not used to feeling much of anything at all.
I walk through the hallways, into the kitchen. Cam looks up from behind the counter. “Good morning,” he says smoothly. His eyes trail over my body, and I feel a flash of pride. My body is tight and toned after years of diet and workouts, and the Lycra yoga pants show off every lean curve.
“Good morning,” I reply, smiling. I pour myself a glass of juice from the fresh-squeezed pitcher on the table—giving him a view of my ass as I turn away. I smile to myself. He’s made a show so far of pushing me away, but Cam can’t hide the desire in his eyes. Or the passion that heated our kisses. There’s no way that a man who doesn’t want me could make me respond like that.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks smoothly.
“Fine, thanks.” I perch on a stool and watch him flip pancakes expertly on the griddle. Everything he does is with effortless precision, and I can’t wait to feel those hands on me.
“Any plans for the day?” Cam asks casually.
He’s still pretending like this is any other morning, so I play along. “I thought I’d catch an early yoga class, maybe meet a friend for lunch.”
I take a strawberry from the bowl on the counter. I bite down on the sweet, juicy fruit and murmur with pleasure. Something flickers in Cam’s gaze.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, licking my lips. “Should I have asked permission first?”
He slides some pancakes onto a plate and tops them with a few spoonfuls of fresh berries from the bowl.
“Sit down and eat before you go.” His voice is curt. Clearly, he’s not in a teasing mood.
My confidence wavers. What if I read him wrong last night, and he doesn’t want to introduce me to his world?
I take a seat and avoid his gaze as Cam fills his own plate and sits down across from me. He eats slowly, slicing his pancakes and spearing each bite. The tension builds, and I’m dying to say something, but I hold back, waiting until finally he puts down his fork and catches my eye.
“You want to be a part of my world, and I’m ready to share it with you,” he says slowly. “But we need to have a serious talk first.”
I’m ready to jump out of my chair with anticipation, but I force myself to stay cool. “I’m listening,” I say, pushing my untouched plate away.
Cam meets my eyes. “What you suggested last night, being my sub. It’s not something I take lightly.”
“Me either,” I say quickly. He silences me with a look.
“The relationship between a Dom and his sub is built on trust. It’s the most powerfully intimate experience two people can have. And it works because the sub agrees to give up complete control to the Dom. She knows that she’s giving the gift of herself to her Master. In turn, her Master agrees to take care of her, from the littlest detail to the most important decisions. It’s his job to keep her safe, happy and well cared for. Does that make sense?”
I pause. I’ve only been focused on the sexual part of the relationship: wondering if he’ll spank me, blindfold me, cuff me to his bed, bind my legs open so he can see my most private part. Will he drip hot wax over my body? Would I like it if he did? I keep thinking of the upstairs playroom stocked with toys, the decadent sex club, and Cam towering over me, paddle in hand. But now I realize, it’s so much more.
I nod.
“If you’re serious about becoming my sub, then you need to understand the rules.”