Playing a Little (15 page)

Camille bit her lip and boldly tugged the shorts down, inhaling sharply as his cock sprang from the confines. It stood proudly before her eyes, the shaft a light gold. Her quivering fingers stroked him, running over the silky, soft skin and around the ridge of the head.

“It’s… It’s so pretty,” she whispered, taking it in her hand gently and studying it.

Erik grunted, “I have never had my cock called pretty before, but thank you. It’s not so scary now, is it?”

“Not at all. I want to… To kiss you there. Is that okay?”

She waited for Erik’s nod before leaning forward and resting her soft lips against his shaft. Opening her mouth slightly, she ran her mouth along the shank and up to the bulb. After flicking the ridge and tip with her tongue, she widened her mouth to take him inside.

“You don’t have to do this, baby. I would never ask you to do anything you were uncomfortable with…”

“Mmmm, you even smell good. And I like how your skin tastes,” Camille murmured, ignoring his statement as she lapped his rod like a lollipop.

“Cami?” Erik interrupted, carefully pulling his cock from her mouth. “Let’s get into the bath.”

“You didn’t like that?” Camille asked, injured.

Erik smashed his lips against hers, pressing naked flesh to naked flesh. “I liked it too much. I want you to experience pleasure too. My way.”

He lifted her into the tub and joined her as she sank down into the hot, bubbling water. He kissed her again, running his hand down the arch of her spine until it cupped her buttock. His fingers tickled her bottom hole as he kissed her deeply and he waited until her tell-tale moan passed through her lips. After several minutes of kissing her deeply and allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of his body against hers, Erik broke the silence.

“I want you to sit down on the edge of the tub and spread your legs for me. Nice and wide. You have already looked this closely at me, so now it’s my turn.”

Camille obeyed, settling herself on the edge. She turned her face away from him. “Are you sure you don’t want to turn out the lights? Guess not.” She bit her lip, catching the warning expression on his face.

“You are beautiful. So pink and soft. Do you mind if I shave some of this? There is not much there anyway. Your hair is so soft and fine,” Erik asked, parting the lips of her pussy to gaze into its beauty. Mortified, Camille shook her head.
What was he going to do that he needed to get that close?
Erik did not wait for her to change her mind, quickly picking up a razor and gently scraping away the tiny strips of fur that lined either side of her tender lips and mound. He rinsed the soap from her, helping her get used to the feel of his hands upon her intimate areas. Satisfied with her smoothness, he returned to his exploration.

“Lean back, baby. Let me look at you,” he crooned as she tensed. “Have you ever studied an orchid? It looks like a woman’s pussy. So soft and beautiful, open for the world to admire. Have you noticed how many orchids Arthur has around this place? You are even more beautiful than they are.”

He ran his hands along the inside of her thigh, using his thumbs to spread her open to his sight. Camille shivered, feeling his hot breath close to her private parts, and reached for a towel to squeeze with trepidation. Erik sighed, noticing her anxiety, and reached to place her hands on top of his head. Her fingers entwined around his thick waves as though they were grateful for having something to do.

He kissed her. Tiny, little kisses over her pink lips, her mounds, the inside of her thighs, and inside the delicate folds that framed her tight opening. She moaned, her fingers digging deeper into his hair as she began to wriggle under his mouth. She gasped as he honed into her blood-filled clit and began to nibble and suckle upon it, pausing only to run his tongue along her slit to taste the sweet juices that had now begun to run freely.

“You taste like lavender honey, my jewel. You are truly a delicacy and one that I intend to enjoy often,” Erik promised. “You are so responsive to me. No, no… Don’t turn away. This is a good thing. Shhh…”

Camille felt her eyes roll back as she forced herself to relax under his hands and mouth, bringing sensations to her body that were indescribable. He inserted one long finger slowly inside of her as she began to tense and shudder, her breaths becoming quick and short as he pressed his tongue against her swollen nob. Coaxing. Encouraging. Urging her to release herself to him.

Camille did exactly that. She felt her body rise to the heavens in a force of fireworks and giant waves, suspended in time and engulfed in a vacuum of delight. She gripped Erik’s hair tightly, crushing his face against her as she lifted herself to him. Minutes? Hours? All she knew was that, for that moment, time stood still and nothing else in the world existed except the joyous gift he had given her. She began to spiral back to reality in slow, lazy circles, her breathing still raspy and forced. It was not until her fingers relaxed their hold upon him that Erik lifted his head to look at her. He smiled, the lovely, white-toothed grin that made women swoon. But this time, that smile was only for her.

Without a word, he lifted her back into the tub and pulled her tightly into his arms, pressing her cheek upon his shoulder. Erik switched on the overhead rain simulator to help cool them down as they submerged deeply into the hot, bubbling water that caressed their bodies as they relished the quiet afterglow of Camille’s first orgasm. She rested limply in his embrace, her lips tasting the drops of water on his skin.

“How are you doing, baby?” His voice was as gentle as the water that trickled from the overhead rain fountain, smothering her face with tiny kisses. She did not answer, simply snuggling deeper against him with a contented sigh.

“I love you, Cami. I know that frightens you, but…”

“I love you too, Erik. So much that it hurts. The depth of how I feel is too much for me to understand. Since we were reacquainted, we have been together every day for five weeks now with three of those weeks 24/7. I feel like I have known you forever, but I just can’t process this… it is so overwhelming to me.”

“We have time, my girl. Plenty of time to explore these feelings and each other. Kiss me.”

“I just don’t want to make a mistake and hurt what we have started,” Camille admitted.

“Me neither. But, no matter what, we will work it out. Now stop worrying about things and kiss me.”

* * *

Camille opened her eyes to find herself in his huge, round bed. She was still naked as she lay under the covers and she struggled to remember how she had gotten there. She turned to seek him out, but he was nowhere to be found. With a yawn, she sat up and stretched.

“What in the world is that?” she asked aloud, noticing the large garment bag that hung on the doorway. Grabbing a sheet to cover herself, she padded across the warm carpet, digging her toes into the plush softness. She lifted the note to the light to read.

My precious darling,

Thank you for giving yourself to me this morning. The gift of your trust, your love, and your body is more than any man could ever hope or dream of. Like a snowflake, you are one of a kind… Beautiful in your intricate uniqueness and worthy of being shown off to the world as mine. There is a winter ball Christmas Eve being held by friends of Arthur’s and I would be honored if you would accompany me. If you like, I can have a hairdresser and makeup artist come to pamper you like the princess you are. Just say the word, my lady, and the world is yours.

Forever In Love,

Erik

Camille’s hand trembled as she reread the note. He called her a princess! How did he know? A single tear traveled down her cheek, filled with joy and hope. This was real. Not a fairy tale or a make-believe script.

Her mother’s words still haunted her. She glanced around the room, wondering if the cameras were still running. Erik would never use her like that. It was not his style. Doubts began to rise within her and she stumbled back to sit on the edge of the bed. What if it all was a big lie? She stared at the bag hanging before her. She would look like a complete fool to present herself in public as Erik’s lover.

Without a second thought, she returned to the nursery, sitting on the day bed as she mulled over her thoughts and feelings. She looked over at the closet, filled with pretty dresses and jumpers, sparkly little shoes, and fancy handbags. Standing, she wandered to the wardrobe and lifted a blue corduroy bibbed jumper that was trimmed in white ribbing and had a white poodle embroidered on the front. She dressed herself, finding that she missed Erik’s gentle hands as he pulled the shirts on overhead, adjusted her panties at her waist, and even how he kissed her toes before adorning them in little ankle socks. Things were so much less complicated when he was just Daddy. He could make all the scary things in the world go away simply by snapping his fingers.

Camille studied her reflection in the mirror and, on impulse, pulled her hair into two high ‘Pippi-tails.’ The pretty little girl who stared back at her looked so sad and alone. But she
was
pretty. Camille frowned, looking closely at herself. When did that happen? Nothing had changed as far as she could tell… But the face staring back at her was almost beautiful, despite the glowing red hair and the little freckles that flitted across her nose. Had Erik cast a magic spell on her?
No
, she shook her head, still staring.
He simply helped me believe in myself. So why can’t I believe in him, too?

“Daddy?” Camille called, coming into the living room. “Are you here?”

“I’m in the kitchen, baby girl. Meatloaf for dinner. Hey, no faces. I make good meatloaf.”

“What you’re gonna do is make me fat. You always seem to be feeding me.”

Erik kissed her lips with a wink. “I have to find some way of keeping up my energy when I’m with you. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yeah… I gotta ask you something.”

“First, are you going to want pampering for the ball? I need to call as soon as possible to let them know.”

“Sure, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to announce ourselves as anything but friends.”

“Why?” He put his spoon down, brows wrinkled. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No. I just don’t want to look like an idiot in front of the world. Everyone will know this is just a publicity stunt and…”

“What?!” Erik’s voice roared across the room, startling the girl into silence. “After all this time, you still think I am screwing with your mind? Damn it, Camille! I have done everything I can to protect you. I had Arthur turn off house cameras, refused to allow him to process the age-play script, got you that Life Alert thing that you refuse to wear… don’t you understand? I love you and I want to show you off to the world as belonging to me!”

Camille felt tears well as she looked at him, realizing that she had injured him deeply. “I’m sorry. I…”

“Don’t love me enough to trust me. I get it. Excuse me. I need some fresh air.”

Camille watched him leave the house, stomping outside in the snow without so much as a jacket. Her heart sank. This was not an act after all. How could she have been so wrong? Tossing a coat on and grabbing his, she raced out after him.

“Erik?” she called, looking around. “Erik! Please come back.”

Camille ran down to the lake, her feet wet and cold from the snow. Thinking she would be able to see better from a distant vantage point, she walked upon the ice, calling his name as she surveyed the lake edge. The sickening sound of cracking caught her attention and she watched, frozen in place as water began to spill over her feet. She had stepped upon the black ice and never noticed!

“Erik!” she screamed as she slipped from the surface and fell into the icy pool. “Help me! Daddy!!”

She sank under, kicking with all her might to stay afloat as her coat filled with water and weighed her down. She could not find the hole! She pressed her face to the ice, knowing that a thin layer of air rested between that and the water, slapping her hands desperately to try to break through. Just as things started to get hazy, she felt someone grab her coat and haul her to the surface, murmuring words in French. She remembered being held against something soft and warm, with sounds of singing far away, just before she was lifted and placed into a vehicle. After that, she remembered nothing else.

Her head screamed painfully as she opened her eyes. Dim lights surrounded her and she slowly focused on her environment. An IV was infusing in her left arm and she had a nasal cannula pushing warm air into her nose. She slowly removed the device, rubbing her face as she did so. She was dressed in a hospital gown, and her throat was sore and scratchy. She looked up as an older man entered the room carrying a clipboard.

“Our little snowbird awakes! How are you feeling?”

“Sore. My throat…”

“You swallowed a bunch of that ice water and we had to lavage you to rewarm your insides. You had a close call, young lady. Can you tell me where you live?”

“I am staying at Arthur Crenshaw’s lake house preparing for a movie,” Camille stated, rubbing her head again. “Has my… friend been contacted? Erik Renault?”

“My dear girl, you have undergone a rather severe accident. I am here to evaluate you to determine if you suffered any brain damage. You were down for the count for a while.”

“Please… I need to contact Erik. He is my friend and…”

“The man who brought you in called himself Henri and he was dressed like a fisherman. He certainly was no Erik Renault.”

“He probably disguised himself to avoid being recognized. Oh my God, you don’t believe me. Is it because a girl like me doesn’t have a chance with a guy like him?”

“Hey, slow down! You are a lovely young woman.” The physician held his hands up in surrender. “Very lovely indeed, but the fact remains that Renault is a known playboy who has women falling over him from every part of the globe. There are even rumors that he is married now.”

“Well, he is neither a playboy nor is he married,” Camille snapped. “He is a wonderful, loving, and honest man who does not deserve to be treated like a piece of meat! Now get me a phone so I can call my agent.”