A Dom for Christmas (6 page)

Cam stiffened. “Stuart?
Rawcliffe
?
What the hell does he know about this?
”

Oh shit.
Angie had forgotten where she was and whom she was with. This Cam
had no idea about the other Angie and Cam.
How could she explain Stuart and his attitude? She waved her hand in a vague,
you-know-how-it-is motion. “I knew him before I knew you. I finished our
association, and he wasn’t best pleased. He’s a nothing.”

“
Hmm,
I believe he has a lot of explaining to do. How well did you know him?”

“
Not
as well as he wanted me to.”

“
I
think that is something I can be grateful for,” Cam said. “We can discuss it
further at a later date.
For now, first things first.
Please go on.”

Grateful he hadn’t pursued the Stuart angle—for after all didn’t
she read that deflowering should be done by the man you married—but under no
illusion that he wouldn’t return to it as he promised, she nodded.

“I think you might need the
smelling salts now, not me.”

Chapter Four

Cam looked at the white-faced
woman in his arms and cursed as she stood up and began to pace the room. Her
all enveloping nightgown swirled around her legs and gave him a few tantalizing
glimpses of her well-turned ankles. She held the ornament in her hands, and bit
her lip. He could almost see the way she thought over and discarded words and
sentences, before she came to a halt in front of him.

“Do you love me?” Angelina
asked him.

 
Cam cleared his suddenly dry throat, and
wished to hell he had his tankard of ale handy. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s not usual for a couple to
be in love, is it? Isn’t it supposed to be convenient and expedient and a good
match?”

Cam nodded. “All of those, but
love may come into it.” He hesitated. The air was still and heavy, as if every
mote of dust waited along with Angelina for his answer. “I loved you. I still
love you. I saw you, wanted you, and soon realized that what I felt was more
than want and lust. You completed me. My life was unfulfilled until we met.”

She stared at him, and as he
looked back, the
color
returned to her skin and her
breath became shallower and more erratic. Cam took hold of her wrist and felt her
pulse leap. “It’s true, my love. It may be unfashionable, but we decided we
wouldn’t be conventional members of the ton and follow their diktat. We would
be the
Camberleys
and make our own rules. One of
which was to mean what it says in our wedding vows. We would love and
honor
each other.”

“And obey?”

He laughed, and Angelina
grinned at him.

“You told me you crossed your
fingers when you said that, because you would only obey me at the appropriate
times,” Cam said, and tugged her earlobe. “You also, whether you meant to or
not, gave me an insight into your psyche. So if you do this.” He tugged her
lobe once more. “It’s a sure sign you don’t really mean what you say.”

“Sounds about
right.”
She
knelt on the floor in front of him, and looked upward so he could see the
mischief lurking in her eyes. “And did we define when those times were?”

“When I demand obedience and
you agree
,
is something we worked out, yes.”

“And, My Lord, just when are
those times?” Angelina buried her head in his lap, and nuzzled his cock through
his pantaloons. “Here and now?
”

Damned if it doesn’t have to be.
Cam held her in place for a few seconds
to
savor
the rush of blood to his cock, which was now
rock hard under her touch.

“Here and now, lady-mine.
If you are fit enough?”
He tugged her hair so she lifted her
head. “Do you remember now what we do?”

“I remember, but probably not
as you think I do,” Angelina answered, somewhat cryptically he thought. “So, My
Lord, you may have to guide me. And I may be speaking out of turn, and earn
that spanking I’m sure you promised me, but for fuck’s sake, fuck me. I’m wet,
hot, and horny. The only reason I ache is because I want you in me, and if I
don’t come soon, I might well explode.”

“I don’t spank,” Cam said. Has
she really remembered anything? Only the cheeky look on her face made him
wonder if she was pushing him to see what he would do. His wife had always been
ready to extend their boundaries, but this was more than he had ever heard or
indeed expected. “I have other ways to bring you to order, lady-mine.”

“Damn. I keep hoping you
will
do the spanking bit.” She knelt
back on her ankles. “Just to see what it’s like. Ah well, sorry, My Lord, it
was worth a try. Okay, brat time over. I well remember how you chastise me, and
please,
please,
let me come. I think
orgasm denial would be enough to put me back in a coma.” She bent her head and
nuzzled his cock once more.

The relief that coursed through
him was well out of proportion to those words.
Thank the Lord she does remember
. Orgasm denial had always been his
form of punishment, with every woman he had bedded.
Although,
since meeting Angelina, Cam had bedded no one except her.
He accepted
immediately that she was the one for him, and hang the conventions which said a
woman supposedly indicated—in a suitably subtle manner—to a gentleman, that he
was the one. Yet again Cam bucked convention. But then didn’t his activities in
the bedroom go against what most people accepted?

He hadn’t earned his nickname
of Dang for nothing. Coined by one mistress who said bitterly that to take her
to the edge and leave her dangling there, unable to come, was cruelty
personified. He didn’t disagree, although he would perhaps have substituted
masterful and dominant for cruel. Cam was definitely a dominant in every sense
of the word. The only time he wasn’t in charge was when he handed the authority
to someone else.
Like, on occasion, in
play with Angelina.
But did she remember that? It seemed not. So now
perhaps was the time to remind her?

“As much as I enjoy our greeting,
lady-mine, now is not the time. We need to talk. Now sit up and desist. It
seems you remember this?” He tugged on her short curls, hard enough to bring
tears to her eyes, and patted his lap. “Sit here, you will not snap me.” After
all, if a ruler couldn’t, her soft curves wouldn’t. He pulled her onto his lap
again and suffered her wriggling until she thought herself comfortable once
more. With his cock nestling in between the globes of her arse, and begging to
enter her secret hole, he certainly wasn’t.

“I remember things that you
won’t believe, My Lord, and things you talk about I have no idea…” She paused.
“That’s not right. Some things I know only
secondhand
.
My husband is dominant and I usually, but not always, am happy to follow his
lead. He’s shrewd enough to read my shows and tells.”

Cam had no idea what she meant.
“Shows and tells?” he asked.

Angelina sniggered. “Ear lobe
pulling, you’ve mentioned. I’m as sure as hell not giving you any more
ammunition. Things I do and you know what they mean, or—” She winked. “—you
think you do. I’m not telling.”

“Lady-mine, watch yourself.”
Try as he might, Cam knew he hadn’t managed to keep his dominance out of his
tone. “You might not have a sore head now, but I could easily increase your
area of pain, both pleasant and not. No, do not look at me as if I’ve grown
three heads. You know fine well, anything we do is consensual.”

Angelina titled her head to one
side and stared at him in a considering manner. Cam stayed silent, waiting,
wondering. Not about what she was thinking or whether she agreed, but if she
really did understand what he was trying to say.

“I know, Sir.”

That was all, but those three
words sent a surge of heat through him. The title “Sir,” said in such a way,
was cock stirring to the extreme.

“And you remember we have words
to ensure we are both happy with what we do?”

“Um.”
She twisted so she was looking
into his eyes. “My Lord, are you open-minded?”

What was she hinting at? Cam
had no idea. However, the thought that she might not believe him open to new
ideas was hurtful. But then, if she had lost parts—if not all—of her memory,
how could she know? For the first time, Cam accepted he might well have an
uphill struggle to get their lives to the stage they had been at prior to the
attack. It was something through those long weeks of watching and waiting he
hadn’t thought of. All his thoughts had been on urging her to open her eyes and
come back to him.

“I believe I am,” he said
cautiously.
“Dependent on the circumstances.”

“Well then,” Angelina said.
“Let’s just say my memories might not totally agree with yours.”

“Tell me.”

She grinned. “I haven’t
forgotten that tone of voice, Sir.”

He pinched the soft flesh of
her upper thigh and she squawked.
“
Oy
,
sneaky.
You said you don’t spank.”

Cam shook his head in mock
despair. “That, lady-mine, is not spanking, no chastisement, and hardly brought
a tiny sting to you. Now, stop prevaricating. Tell me what you know about our
lifestyle.”

 
She took a deep breath and leaned into his
chest, so her hair brushed his shoulders, and rested one arm around his waist.
Something she’d done countless
times,
and he gave
thanks she hadn’t forgotten. Unless, of course, things such as that were so
deeply embedded into you, you never forgot them?

“You are my Sir. My
Master,
and dominant in our relationship. You chose to
…
” She paused. “If I say
dictate
it
sounds wrong. Argh, hell, let’s just say you direct and I follow. You say
‘assume the position,’ I kneel and follow our own protocol. We’re not 24/7 and
we have a code if you like, so I know what level of play we’re indulging in. I
have no idea if that’s the norm, but it adds a certain dimension to everything
for us.
Most of the time.
If I want to argue the toss,
I do, and accept what happens later. If I really can’t go for whatever you
want, I’ll safe word out. We follow the traffic lights…fuck, you’ll have no
idea what I’m talking about, will you?”

Cam shook his head.
“Not at all.
No, that’s wrong. I was following you until you
said assume the position, and traffic. I fail to see what coaches and such have
to do with our lifestyle together. Apart from me demanding you must not come as
I pleasure you with my mouth, and use a jade inside you, as the carriage goes
over cobbles.”

 
Angelina moaned and wriggled her arse over his
cock. Her skin was flushed, and showed a faint sheen of arousal, in the tiny
drops of sweat that dotted it. How in hades he could hold out against such
blatant entreaty, he had no idea. Just what would be acceptable in the eyes of
the doctor?

 
Nothing.
So I either forget him, or practice orgasm denial for us both.
It was no contest. Cam stood up
still holding Angelina and put her down on the daybed. She moaned again and he
nipped her thigh, harder this time, as he lifted her night rail and spread her
legs. Her mound was wet with the evidence of her desire, her nether lips
flushed and welcoming. Cam forced himself not to move his hands higher and
drive his fingers into her before he sucked and enjoyed her juices.

“So,
lady-mine.
As you have a different view of what we are, perhaps I should refresh your
memory?”

“Just make me come and refresh
me after.”

****

Cam pushed her legs even wider,
and knelt between then. The gleam in his eye was both welcoming and worrying.
She’d seen one similar in the other Cam’s eyes, and it usually heralded
something more than interesting for both of them.

Gah
, I must stop
thinking of this Cam and that Ca
… She stopped thinking of any Cam as his lips touched her
pussy, and his teeth grazed her clit.

When his tongue delved into her
vagina, and mimicked the way his cock would fill her, she arched off the bed
and into his hold, pushing her mound against his mouth.

He drew back and tapped her
bare quim. “Naughty. What happens when we get pushy?”

Well, she knew in the
twenty-first century he’d bring her to the edge over and over and then tie her
and leave her unable to climax.
But here and now?

“I beg?”

 
“Oh you do, and so sweetly, but we all know
beggars
can not
be choosers. Are you one, lady-mine?
Or will you lie back and submit?”

Now there was a two-edged
question.
Damned if I do and damned if I
don’t.

She made her mind up. “Can I
beg to be allowed to lie back and submit?”