A Dom for Christmas (8 page)

The tip touched her clit. She
froze as the cold steel warmed.

“Do you?”

****

Did she? Cam held his breath as
he let his dagger just touch her skin. He knew he would never harm her, and so
did she. Or, he amended, she had. Who knew what ideas she had now? His talk
with the doctor had resulted in the decision to do as he thought fit. Doctor
Taylor had on reflection decided that the adage “nothing ventured, nothing
gained” could well be what was needed in this present scenario. Though he
doubted the good doctor had knife play in mind when he said it.

“Tell me now, lady-mine, or I
stop. Stop everything, and we both know that even if you make yourself cry in pleasure,
it never measures up to what we achieve together. So, what is it to be?” He
lifted the tip, happy to see the way she gasped and her pupils widened. That
was a sign of her disappointment, although she didn’t voice her dismay. Cam
lowered the dagger again and ran the flat edge across her tight little nub, and
into her wetness. He was careful not to break the skin, just to tease and
torture a little. By the way her pulse jumped and her breathing became ever
more erratic, it seemed he succeeded.

Up until that point, Cam had
never understood what the poets meant by “time stood still,” or even “the air
waited to hear the response,” but now he did. Never the most patient of men, he
held his tongue and made sure to look her straight in the eyes. They were cloudy
with what he hoped was desire.

She tested the restraints on
her arms, but kept the lower half of her body still. Cam chuckled. She might
not remember their play, but her subconscious seemed to.

He mentally counted twenty
seconds in his head and lifted his dagger. Without looking away from her, he
lifted the glistening tip to his mouth and licked the feminine juices from it.

“So, it seems we stop.” He put
the dagger down on the cabinet top, and shrugged. “Ah well.”

“Bastard,
noooo
.”
Angie tugged at all four restraints. “Shit, Cam, I need to
come.”

He shook his head. “You need to
have your mouth washed out. That language is not becoming for a lady.” He stood
up and walked into the bathing chamber.

“What?” she shouted after him.
“You wouldn’t fucking
dare.”

Cam grinned to himself, and
made a point of noisily swirling the water he poured from the ewer into a
goblet. “You know better than that, lady-mine.” He picked up the goblet and
walked back into the bedchamber. “Drink this.” He held the glass to her lips.

Angie shut her mouth and shook
her head.

Cam pinched her nose hard, and
she opened her mouth. He poured the contents of the goblet into it. “Swallow
that.” He held her mouth closed and massaged her throat.

She spluttered and swallowed
and he released her. “Never, ever dare me. Next time it will be soap.”

Tears streamed down her face.
“Sadist.”

He nodded.
“If
the need arises.
Now make yourself com
e
.”

 
“Pardon?”
Angelina
sounded as if she couldn’t believe what she’d heard. “Come?
How
on earth?”
She looked from him to her hands and feet, still outstretched
and fastened tightly. “As much as I wish I could, I haven’t mastered thought
transference yet.”

Sometimes she did talk in
riddles. Cam untied her left hand and caught it on the upswing, a few inches
before it made contact with his face.

“Naughty.” He flicked her nub
with one fingernail and she moaned.

“Yes, more.”

“No. Do you want to remain tied
whilst I bring you to the edge?
Over and over until you are
so exhausted but not replete?
You know I can, and if it is warranted, I
will. The sight of you aroused and ready to fall, but unable to, is one that is
guaranteed to make my
pego
slick with my own desire.
Then to fill your dark, secret hole and still hold you off whilst I
enjoy all the delights that can bring me, and still leave you unfulfilled.
Is that what you want?”

She paled and swallowed.
“No, My Lord.”

“Then keep your hand to
yourself and use it to make yourself come.”

She nodded and, within a
second, two fingers were inside her cunt and one pressed on her nub.

“One moment.”
Cam picked up the dagger
again. “I think this will help both of us.” He slid the sharp point toward the
bunched up material around her waist very slowly, and circled her navel. “Stay
still.” He waited until she stopped rubbing herself, let the tip of the dagger
enter the erotic dip where her belly button hid, and pressed just enough for
Angie to feel it.

“Good girl, lady-mine. Shall I
press harder?”

“No…no.”
There was no fear or outraged
demand in her voice, just a confidence he would adhere to her wishes. Her eyes
were once again cloudy, and she appeared calm and serene. He could, and would,
soon change that.

Cam
held the weapon where it was, just long enough to assume she would wonder if he
had heard her, before
he
lifted it an inch or so away from her
skin.

“Pity, for I would love to
scribe you. Ah well, I’ll do this instead.” He pushed the dagger under the roll
of material around her waist, and with one swift upward thrust, slit it
through. The two halves of the night rail slipped to each side, and slowly her
breasts were exposed to his view.

“Now,” Cam purred the word. “Is
that not such a beautiful sight? Two luscious breasts, all ready to be feasted
upon.
Two nipples begging to be pinched.”
He lowered
his voice.
“And one cunt desperate to be filled.
Sadly, unless you do so, it will be disappointed.” He traced a heart over her
belly with the dagger, without breaking her skin. “
’
Tis
all up, or down, to you.”

Angie’s eyes narrowed as she
stared at his hand. He mistrusted the look. Cam put the dagger out of reach of
her free hand, kneeled back on his heels, and stroked his cock over his
pantaloons. It was so hard not to pull his cock out over his waistband and
thrust it into her.

However, he would not. He
wanted to see her make herself come. To watch her frustration as she only had
one hand and nothing else to aid her. It was a
favorite
game of theirs, and who knew, it might jog her memory. Instead he continued to
caress his staff, and sat, watching her, as once more she sunk several fingers
inside herself.

This time he didn’t stop her as
her breathing once more became fast and uneven, and her skin gained a rosy-hued
blush that covered her from quim to forehead.

“I
ahhh
,
oh
…
no, no, Cam… Help me…I have to take…” She
screamed long and hard, such an eerie noise it chilled him to the bone. Her
body went rigid, those clever, busy fingers stilled and slipped from inside her
and she patted the covers restlessly “I can’t, I don’t, I…”

He stumbled off the bed, undid
her ties and cradled her head. “Angelina, stay with me. Angelina, wake up.
’
Twas
only the little death, the one you love.
The one you need and want. Stay with me.” He raised his voice and tapped her
cheek. “Angelina. Open your eyes, now.”

****

Cam was shouting at her.
Tugging her arm and patting her cheek. His voice was harsh as he called to her
to come back to him. He moved from side to side within her vision, and then
there were two of him.

Both Cams nodded. “Come to me…”

“No, you must come back to me
now.”

One Cam faded. “Soon, love,
very soon.
”

The other got brighte
r
.

“Lady-mine.”

Angie opened her eyes to see
Cam looming over her as he patted her cheek and spoke to her in that low,
insistent voice she’d heard. “Angelina, if you have such a prolonged little
death, dare we ever get you to that state again?”

Angie blinked. “That was all
from a self-induced climax? Sheesh, what on earth will happen when you give me
one?”

“I don’t think we’ll try and
find out yet.”

Damn it. I want to see him naked and preferably in me.
Angie thought for a moment.
“Then can I help you?” How on earth would a Regency lady say
jerk you off
?
She bit back a snigger. “Gain your release?”

He stood up next to the bed.
His cock was at Angie’s eye level and strained the material that covered it.

“No.” Cam spoke in a flat,
unemotional voice, although the tic at the corner of his eye gave lie to his
supposed lack of emotion.

“Argh, men.
Don’t be so bloody stubborn.
Why the hell not? I’m sure I can restrain myself from coming if I take you in
hand. Or mouth, come to think of it.” Actually, she thought nothing of the
sort, but Angie had no intention of admitting that. “Don’t be so bloody noble.”

He smiled reluctantly. “I am
noble,” Cam pointed out. “And I want nothing to hinder your recovery.”

“You not coming will upset me.
I’m sated and you’re not.”

“I can cope.”

“I can’t. So if I can’t help
you, help yourself.” She propped herself up on the pillows. “Here. So I can
see.”

“Taking charge, lady-mine?”

“You bet. Sometimes you just
have to, and suffer the consequences later.”

He was silent and then slowly
nodded.

“True. All of it.”

He put his thumbs under the
waistband of his pantaloons and slowly began to pull them downward.

Goose
bumps dotted her skin, and sweat beaded every one of
them
.

Chapter Six

Cam concentrated on Angelina’s
rosy face as he inched his pantaloons down over his cock, and his hard, aroused
staff sprang free. He took even more time before he toed both his pantaloons
and house slippers off and left them where they landed. The look of
concentration on her face, the way she once more licked her lips, and her soft
intake of breath, were ambrosia to him. Deliberately, he circled the tip of his
staff with his index finger and coated it with his essence, slicking the liquid
over it.

Angelina moaned and swayed toward
him.

“Don’t
move,
lady-mine. Just watch. Soon my
pego
will be slick
with your essence as well as mine.” She stopped dead, and he thought “if looks
could kill” was a most apt expression.

“Bully.” She lowered her lashes
and then looked back up at him.
“Sir.”

“You know better. Now, hush, or
I will forget what I’m doing.” There was little chance of that, as Cam
continued to stroke himself whilst they talked. He was nigh on ready to come,
and come hard. However, as he enjoyed watching her watching him so
much,
and knowing she was as aroused as he, but unable to
come without his permission, the sadist in him slowed things down.

“If you touch yourself or me, I
will discover if I enjoy spanking or not.” Cam lifted his fingers from his cock
and rested them on his thighs. “It is said spanking plus climax torture is
exquisite agony.”

Angelina clasped her hands
together. “It almost might be worth it,” she said. “But…hmm perhaps not. Not
now. I look forward to seeing you come…apart.”

He grinned, and resumed his
up-and-down motion on his shaft. In truth he was so close to coming it hurt,
but he was not a master at domination for nothing. The pain would morph into
much more pleasure for both of them, later.

The knock on the door made Cam
swear and drop his hands once more.

He grabbed his robe from the
chair back and glanced at Angelina to check she was covered. To his relief,
she’d thrust the remains of her night rail under the covers and pulled those up
to her chin.

Cam hurriedly thrust his banyan
over his head and glanced ruefully at the tent his cock made in the material.

Angelina chuckled. “No hiding
that, is there?”

“It seems not, so let’s hope
it’s someone who is
au
fait
with the
state a male can get into, and ignores my
pego
.”

“Good luck on that one. You’d
need to be blind to ignore it.”

“A state of affairs my
staff are
trained to adopt on occasion.”

There was a louder knock, and
Cam strode to the door to pull it open. Styles, his man of business, stood
there with a very apologetic look on his face. He blinked when he saw his
master’s state of undress, but he kept his eyes firmly fixed on Cam’s shoulder.