Wild Submission (8 page)

“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—”

“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.

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.

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.