Total Submission (5 page)

“You took your punishment well,” I tell her.
Tears are still running down Isabelle’s cheeks, but her eyes are
bright with excitement and desire is written all over her face. She
glances down at my cock and her mouth drops open in a moan. She
licks her lips.

“Command me now, Master. Please,” she begs.
“I’m ready. Let me pleasure you.”

I bite back a groan. There’s only one thing
in the world I want more than to watch my cock disappear between
those wet lips, and that’s to sink deep inside her cunt.

I’ve waited long enough. I’m taking what’s
mine.

“You will pleasure me,” I agree. “But my
way.”

I pull her to me, feeling her body pressed
up against me.

Slowly, I guide us both back into the chair,
so that she’s straddling above me, her thighs spread, her hips
poised above my lap.

Open. Wet. Mine.

With a growl, I thrust up, my straining cock
spearing deep inside her.

Isabelle lets out a scream, clenching wildly
around me. “Cam,” she cries, “Oh my God!”

I grab her hips, yanking her down into my
lap, grinding higher inside her tight, dripping pussy. Her body
convulses, and she grabs onto my shoulders for balance. “That’s
right,” I growl, loving the feel of her, slick against every inch.
“Ride me, baby. Give me what I want.”

Isabelle lifts her head to meet my gaze. Her
mouth is open, her eyes are glazed. I grab her closer and then
piston up inside her again, and I swear, I can feel how much she
needs me.

She moans, “Oh God, you’re so deep. Don’t
stop!”

“Never,” I vow, thrusting up. Isabelle is
gasping with every stroke, and now she finds a rhythm, bearing down
on me in time with my thrusts, clenching me deeper, greedy for
every last inch of my dick. Her tender ass smarting every time she
sinks down on me.

And I won’t deny her, not this time.

The animal in me takes over. I devour her
with kisses, licking across the sensitive flesh of her neck and
firm, perfect breasts. I tear the bra from her body and capture a
sweet nipple in my mouth, sucking hard until she’s mewling in my
arms.

“Cam,” she whimpers, “Oh God, you feel so
good!”

Damn right I do.

My cock pistons in and out of her clenching
cunt, driving me crazy with the friction and heat. She rides me,
desperate, her breasts bouncing, head thrown back in the passion of
the moment.

I reach between us and find the swollen nub
of her clit. I stroke it as Isabelle arches to meet my thrusts, and
her screams become a dizzying chant.

“Oh god! Oh god!”

My cock buries deep inside her. Isabelle
convulses with pleasure. “Fuck me, Master!” she begs. “Do it
harder! Harder!”

God, who is this goddess? Everything I give,
she willingly takes – and asks for more.

I slam into her harder, giving her what she
needs, grinding up to reach the spot no-one else can reach.
Isabelle’s eyes go wide and I can see her pleasure cresting as she
clenches hard around my cock. The convulsions rip through her,
gathering momentum, squeezing my dick so hard I can’t hold back a
moment longer.

“Isabelle,” I groan into her neck.

I explode in a hot torrent, spurting deep
inside her as the world blanks out and nothing exists but the pure
pleasure ripping me apart.

Isabelle collapses in my arms, our hearts
racing fast, like one. I hold her, reeling from the sensation.

That was the best bloody climax of my
life.

“You’ve been a good girl,” I tell her.

She lifts her head from my shoulder with a
sleepy smile. “If that’s what happens when I disobey you, I might
have to do it more often.”

I chuckle, resting her head in the crook of
my arm. “That’s not how it works, darling.”

She giggles. “I know. But… wow. That was
incredible.”

“You’re incredible,” I correct her, gently
brushing back a damp lock of her hair. Isabelle snuggles closer,
still and satisfied.

I feel her breath on my neck, her
satisfaction, and then her breath quickens. Her mind no longer at
rest.

I can feel her remember: who she is. What
she’s done.

What she’s running from.

Her body tenses, but I don’t let her
thoughts get that far. “Shh,” I say softly. “You don’t have to
worry anymore. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

She relaxes a little. “But what if—”

“No buts,” I tell her firmly. “I command
it.”

Isabelle’s lips curve. “I thought you liked
my butt,” she grins. “You certainly left your mark.”

I lean to look. The curve of her ass is
mottled red from my handprint.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, concerned. I thought
I judged her pain threshold correctly.

“It stings a little,” Isabelle shrugs. “But,
it was amazing. Like you woke my body up with the pain, and then
the pleasure felt so much better. You always know what I need.

“That’s just the start of it,” I murmur,
proud of her bravery. “I’m going to show you exactly what your body
is capable of. Limits you haven’t even dreamed.”

She shivers with excitement.

“But first, let me tend to that pain.” I
slip my arms around her and stand, effortlessly lifting her in my
arms as I do so. I carry her to the bathroom, and set her down on a
padded bench by the bath as I run the taps, filling the air with
steam from the hot water. I add bath oils especially designed to
soothe the skin, and soon the tub is filled with water and frothy
bubbles.

I lift her again, setting her down gently in
the water.

She sighs happily. “Aren’t you joining me?”
she asks.

“Just admiring the view.”

I strip off the rest of my clothes, and
climb in behind her. I pull her wet, slippery body back against my
chest and exhale with satisfaction.

Perfect.

“This feels so good,” Isabelle murmurs. I
slowly stroke her shoulders, and feel all the tension melt out of
her body.

“You can relax with me, Isabelle. This house
is a safe place for you and I want you to feel totally at
home.”

“Thank you,” her voice is soft. I can’t see
her face from this angle, but I can hear all the emotion in her
voice.

“Because this is your home. You’re here
where you belong.” I drop a kiss on her naked shoulder, slowly
sliding my hands over her body, softly soothing every inch. “You’re
not alone anymore. I’ll protect you now.”

Isabelle sinks back against me, the last
drop of tension draining from her body. She finds my hand and lifts
it to her lips, pressing a tender kiss into my palm.

It’s only a small gesture, but it fills me
with unfamiliar emotion.

This is what it should feel like. Safe and
warm.

Like home.

I wake with a smile on my face for the first
time I can remember. I stretch, feeling the delicious ache of my
bones.

It feels like a dream come true.

Cam lies next to me, his arms wrapped
tightly around me, the steady sound of his breathing lulling me in
a reassuring lullaby.

I can’t believe that this is real. With a
chill I realize that I almost walked out of here last night, walked
out on Cam and on all of this. I haven’t felt so good, so happy, in
years, if ever. Just laying here with the sunlight falling through
the drapes, knowing that I belong to him.

Everything will be OK now.

I wriggle against him, loving the feel of
his hard body spooning me tightly.

His very hard body.

The thick ridge of his cock nudges against
my ass. “Good morning,” Cam’s voice comes, amused.

It’s so easy, so natural, to snuggle into
his embrace. “Hey,” I breathe, leaning my head back to rest against
his chest.

“How’d you sleep?” he murmurs, sliding his
hands around over my stomach.

“Amazing,” I reply. “I don’t think I’ve
slept so deeply in months, thanks to you.”

He chuckles. “My pleasure. Any time you need
another workout, you let me know.”

“How about now?” I press my ass back against
him. Cam groans.

“I don’t have time to fuck you the way I
want right now,” he drops a kiss on my shoulder. “But I promise,
it’ll be worth the wait.”

I sigh in disappointment. Now that he’s
awakened this side of me, I want him all the time, my body
screaming for his touch.

“But maybe there’s time for you…” Cam slips
out of bed and I track his chiseled naked body over to the dresser,
where he pulls something dark and clinking from a drawer.

As he turns towards me and makes his way
back to the bed, I stare at the pair of black leather cuffs in his
hands.

“These are soft cuffs. Leather over steel,
and padded on the inside to protect you.

Roll onto your belly and put your hands
behind your back.”

I obey his commands. My heart thuds as the
cuffs snap shut. They’re tight around my wrists, but surprisingly
comfortable. Cam positions me on my side and slides his hand down
my stomach, lower and lower, teasing at the apex of my thighs. The
other hand moves to cup my breast, pinching suddenly at my
nipple.

I yelp, but it’s with pleasure, not pain.
Eagerly I rub against him, and behind me I twist my bound hands
within their restraints, grazing the head of his cock as it presses
into my lower back.

“That’s not yours just yet,” Cam admonishes
me, pulling away from my reaching fingers. “This is about you.”

I groan, but by now I know better than to
complain to my Dom. He rewards me with soft strokes, easing between
my thighs with his capable hands. I move my legs apart, inviting
more.

“So you like it in the mornings, hmm?” Cam
sounds amused, his fingers delving deeper to find my clit as he
keeps pinching my nipple tight in an exquisite grip.

“I like it anytime you want,
Master
,”
I breathe, wriggling with excitement.

“I’ll remember that…” Cam rubs swiftly,
circling my tender nub as lust pulses through me in a hot rush.
God, yes
, I think.
This man
.

I relish my helplessness—because with my
hands cuffed behind my back, there’s nothing I can do but surrender
to Cam’s control. And he knows exactly how to touch me, bringing me
to the brink in no time at all. I pant, my head thrown back against
his chest, so close to release, when suddenly, his hands pull
away.

He gets out of bed and reaches for his robe.
The cuffs are unlocked in a flash and thrown back into the drawer
before I can even comprehend what’s happening.

“Later, my darling.” He grins, wickedly.

I gasp for air, crashing back down to earth.
I was so close! But there’s a thrill to waiting, too – I love how
Cam can keep me on the edge like this, always in control. It’s so
sexy feeling my body ache for him, and knowing that when he finally
grants me release, it will be even better than ever.

“So, what’s on your agenda for today?” Cam
casually asks, striding to the closet. I’m rewarded with the sight
of his muscular physique: toned and perfect in the morning sun.

I sit up in bed, hugging my arms around my
knees. My thoughts cloud over again, thinking of the mistake I
almost made. “I don’t know. I guess I planned to be long gone by
now.”

“How about you have some fun?” Cam suggests.
“It’s Fashion Week. I know Keely and Justine are going to the Lucia
di Lorenzo show, you should go with them.”

I shake my head quickly. “No, it’s OK. I’ll
make other plans.”

“Why, don’t you like them?” Cam asks,
looking puzzled.

I flush. The truth is, they don’t like me –
and I can’t blame them. They’ve only seen me be the ice queen
society bitch. “They wouldn’t want me there,” I insist.

Cam gives me a look, then grabs his
cellphone. “Hello, Keely?” he says. I cringe, shaking my head, but
he ignores me. “Do you have an extra ticket for the fashion show
today? Isabelle would love to come.”

I turn and bury my head in the pillows. How
humiliating!

“Uh huh, sure. I’ll tell her.”

Cam finishes talking and hangs up with a
smile. “She said she’d love to see you, can’t wait.”

“She’s just being polite.” I sigh.

Cam comes closer and sits on the edge of the
bed. “Look, I know you guys got off on the wrong foot, but she’s
great, really.”

“You mean she doesn’t mind me conspiring
with Brent to screw her out of her entire inheritance?” I cringe
when I remember how I went along with his plans. Unlike Brent and
me, Keely is Ashcroft’s real daughter. She never knew he even
existed until he died, leaving her the sole heir of the company and
his fortune. I was hurt that my father picked her instead of me,
but I understood why he didn’t want to leave any power to
Brent.

Now that Keely has taken her place as head
of the company, I’ve avoided her as much as possible. I’m ashamed
of how I acted when we first met, and I don’t think I can ever undo
the terrible first impression I made.

Cam gives me a reassuring smile. “Look,
Keely understands better than you think. She’s more than willing to
give you a second chance, and I think you should take it.”

I bite my lip.

“Let me rephrase,” Cam says. “I order you to
hang out with her. I promise, it’ll be fun.”

Somehow, Cam commanding me like that takes
the pressure off. I nod. “OK,” I agree. “But if this backfires,
it’s all your fault.”

He laughs. “I can live with that. Now, have
a good time. And if you see something you want, don’t be afraid to
buy it for yourself.” He pulls out his wallet and hands me a black
AmEx.

“I don’t need this,” I protest. “I can pay
my own way.”

Cam silences me with a look. “I said I’d
take care of you, Isabelle.” His voice is firm. “I want to. Think
of it as a gift for me—”

“For you?” I start, but he narrows his eyes
before I can say anything else.

“For me. Since I’ll be expecting you to show
me whatever you choose. Privately.”