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  Which makes her request to submit to me so much more intriguing—and precious.

  “You have me now,” I tell her firmly. “And no one’s ever going to treat you that way again. You may not feel very strong right now, but you’re stronger than you’ll ever know.”

  Isabelle gives a weak smile. “I don’t feel strong. I feel like a total mess most of the time.”

  “You’re not,” I insist. “It takes a strong woman to admit that she wants to submit. To give up control of her body and her emotions and trust that they’ll be handled with care.”

  She swallows. “Thank you, Cam. Not just for this, but for everything.”

  “Always,” I say simply. And it’s true. This woman has gotten under my skin and wrapped herself around my heart. Whatever she needs from me, I’ll provide.

  No matter what the cost.

  ELEVEN: ISABELLE

  We stroll back to his apartment, holding hands on the dark street. I feel a strange sense of security wrap around me, like as long as Cam is near, nothing bad can happen.

  I glance over at him, his broad shoulders and chiseled jaw. There’s a comfort to his physical presence—and a danger, too. I already know the chemistry between us, and how he can affect me. Strip down my defenses, see past all my acting and pretense. Even just chatting in the bar tonight, I revealed more of myself than I have to anyone, confiding about my life as an Ashcroft, and how much it changed for me.

  I want to open up to him. I want to let him in. But still, I’m scared. Out of my depth. This isn’t an ordinary relationship, and even though Cam reassured me it wasn’t strange to want the things that I do, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it myself.

  How good it felt when he was spanking me. How much I want to submit and obey.

  It thrills me and scares me at the same time, but something tells me that Cam won’t push me further than I’m ready to go.

  When we get back to the apartment, Cam locks the front door behind us. “Goodnight, my sweet,” he murmurs, kissing me softly on the lips. “Sleep well. You’ll need your energy tomorrow.”

  He winks, but I still feel a wave of disappointment. And when he leaves me to go to his bedroom, I wish he wouldn’t. That he’d stay.

  I try to snap out of it, and go get ready for bed. I love the peace of my evening routine, and even when I was living with Brent, I liked to lock the bathroom door and take a moment, losing myself in the ritual of cleansing off my makeup and preparing for sleep. I brush out my hair, and smooth moisturizer over my skin, then gingerly check my ass in the mirror.

  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.

  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—”

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��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…”

  “Discreet?”

  “Boring.” She sticks her tongue out, and I laugh. Since Keely took control of the company, she’s become a good friend of mine. Closer to a little sister really—and right now, she’s an annoying one.

  “She has to be special, to get you so distracted,” Keely muses. “Don’t tell me you’re seeing some model or actress. They’re not your type.”

  “What’s my type?” I ask, amused.

  “Someone complicated,” Keely decides. “You need someone to keep you on your toes. Not some girl who follows your every word like law.”

  I hide a smile. Little does she know.

  “Don’t you have work to do?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

  She sighs. “Always. And there’s that charity thing tonight, the casino event? Isabelle’s hosting. I can’t believe she sent me an invite, I thought she hated me.”

  “She doesn’t hate you,” I say without thinking.

  Keely arches an eyebrow.

  “I mean, who could hate you?” I cover. “You’re delightful. When you’re not bugging people about their personal lives.”

  She laughs, finally standing. “OK, OK, you’re off the hook. But only because Vaughn is taking me out to lunch,” she adds. “And that means I’m in a great mood.” Keely swans out, no doubt off to meet her fiancé for some sexy fun.

  I pause. Keely’s right: I am distracted. I feel like I’ve had a hard-on for days, and it’s all I can think about. Isabelle, submitting to me, the sound of her moans

  My hand moves of its own accord, reaching for the phone. I’m dialing the number before I can second-guess what I’m about to do.

  “Isabelle?” I say when she answers. “Get in a cab, right now.”

  * * *

  Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. Jeannie opens it. “Miss Ashcroft to see you.”

  I nod brusquely, staying seated. “Show her in. And hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon.”

  Jeannie nods, withdrawing. Isabelle steps into the room, radiant in a simple sundress that shows off the swell of her creamy breasts. She’s smiling. “I’m glad you called,” she says. “Did you want to go grab some lunch?”

  “That’s not what I have in mind. Lock the door behind you,” I tell her softly.

  Her eyes widen with excitement. She does as I say. Power ripples through my body. Finally, it’s time to show her what I want.

  “Come here, and get on your knees.”

  Isabelle’s gaze flickers towards the door. “Here?”

  I can hear the shock in her voice. “Yes. Here, now. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the middle of Times Square, at the club or in my home, when I give you an order, I expect you to obey. Understood?”

  Isabelle nods, places her purse on a chair and walks closer. I point to the rug beside me. Silently, she drops to her knees.

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Gazing up at me with those blue eyes. Meek and obedient.

  “Put your hands behind your back,” I instruct her. “Now open your mouth.”

  Isabelle wets her lips, then parts them, pink and moist.

  My cock leaps hungrily, straining against my fly.

  “This is the sub’s position,” I tell her. “When I tell you to assume the position, this is what I mean. No argument, no hesitation.”

  Isabelle nods eagerly. Eyeing my pants, she licks her lips again.

  I won’t make her wait any longer.

  I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. The head of my cock springs free, already swollen and moist with precum. I lean back in my chair and tuck my hands behind my head in a pose of total nonchalance.

  “Now, show me what that pretty mouth can do. Just your mouth.” I add.

  I can see the anticipation in Isabelle’s
eyes as she leans forward, hands locked behind her back. Her warm breath envelops me and I have to resist thrusting deep between those wet lips.

  Slowly, slowly now.

  Isabelle opens her mouth wider. She laps slowly at the head, then closes her lips around me and swirls her tongue around.

  Fuck. A guttural groan escapes me. Her tongue strokes the underside of my cock, pressing on that ultra-sensitive spot beneath the head. I have to grip the armrests to keep from exploding right now.

  “Now suck me,” I command.

  She scoots closer, angling to take me deeper into that miraculous mouth. She slides down my cock, taking me to the back of her throat, then lifts her head again, suctioning tight with her lips.

  Goddamn.

  I lean back in the chair, reveling in the hot, wet slide of her mouth. My cock is so hard it hurts, and every lick and suck drives me crazy.

  Isabelle looks up at me, her mouth around my dick. A strap of her sundress slips loose, revealing the taut rosy tip of her nipple. Her tongue flickers rapidly, licking up my salty pre-cum.

  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.