Beyond The Cage (17 page)

Is there a better way to end a day than being wrapped in his arms?

Nope.

Come live in my heart and pay no rent. – Samuel Lover

As we pull up to the office building, I let out a heavy sigh. Over the last month since we’ve been together, he’s dragged me to every business meeting he’s had. No matter how much I protest, he doesn’t listen. I keep quiet as we enter the elevator and he presses the button for the fifteenth floor. When we exit, he leads me to a door with a sign that reads ‘Michael Ross: Certified Accountant’. We’re greeted by a receptionist who tells Cameron to go right in.

“Will you be long?” I ask.

With his hand at the small of my back, he nudges me forward. I don’t know why he chooses to involve me in these matters, because I have no desire to know about his finances. The man behind the desk stands when we enter.

“Mr. Jackson! Come in, come in.”

I give him a polite smile as he extends his hand. “Hello.”

“Jasmine, pleasure to meet you. Michael Ross,” he introduces himself.

Why do all these people know me but I don’t know them?
“Nice to meet you.”

“Please…sit.” He motions to the chairs in front of his desk. “Your lawyer sent the papers over. Everything is in order. I just need your signature…here,” Ross addresses Cameron, handing him the documents and indicating where to sign.

“Good…and Jasmine, you sign right here.”

Shocked, I jerk my head in Ross’ direction. “Why would you need
my
signature?”

He glances nervously at Cameron.

“What has he done now?” I ask.

“Mr. Jackson has arranged a monthly allowance for you.”

What? I turn to him, my anger slowly rising. “An allowance? What am I, ten?”

“Jasmine –”

“No. I don’t want your money,” I state, ignoring Ross.

“Why don’t I give you a few minutes –?”

“Why? Why would you do this?” I start pacing the room.

He looks to Ross for help.

“He just wants to take care of you, Jasmine. Especially in the event that something happens to him.”

“He’s not my father. He doesn’t need to
take care
of me.”

Cameron jumps out of his chair and grabs my shoulders to stop my pacing. I hold his gaze, indignation coursing through me. When the door opens and clicks closed, I realize Mr. Ross has run for cover. Cameron leads me back to his chair, and pulls me onto his lap. I cross my arms on my chest and stare at the ceiling. When he touches my cheek, I shift my gaze to him warily.
Talk to me. Say something…anything!
He just sits there, giving me puppy dog eyes.

“Cameron…I’m not interested in how much money you have, and I certainly don’t want you throwing it at me.”

He sighs, shaking his head.

“That’s not it? Then what? I don’t need anything…nothing that warrants an
allowance
.”

The look in his eyes brings Ross’s words back to me – ‘he just wants to take care of you, Jasmine’.

I press my palm to his cheek. “You already take care of me. I don’t need anything else.”

There’s a plea in his eyes and I realize that, for whatever reason, he thinks he needs to do this. I take a deep breath, shake my head, and look toward the ceiling again.

“Fine. And you better make sure nothing
happens
to you, either.” His smile pulls at my heartstrings. “Next time, would you mind
involving
me in decisions like this?”

There’s a knock at the door and Ross sticks his head in.

“Is it safe to come back in?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s safe. Where do I sign?”

He resumes his position at his desk and indicates where I should sign. I affix my signature to the document and glance over at Cameron. He’s looking very pleased with himself.

We sit in silence the entire drive home. Maybe I shouldn’t overthink this. I mean, this is what boyfriends do, right? They take care of you. Come to think of it, he’s always spending money on me. In the last month, he’s had my car serviced and detailed, plus I’ve had weekly mani/pedis, hair appointments, and shopping trips. He even paid my bills. I guess the only difference is now he’ll be giving the money directly to me. Damn. He’s not just taking care of me, he’s spoiling me rotten.

Back at his apartment, I head straight for the bedroom. For some reason, I feel a headache coming on. A red rose lying at the end of the bed stops me in my tracks. Tentatively, I walk over and pick it up. Beneath it, there’s an envelope addressed to ‘Jas-MINE’. I let out a soft giggle as I open it.
Of course I’m yours
. I pull out a greeting card and get hit with every emotion in the book. It’s an anniversary card…but he’s crossed the ‘Anni’ off and written ‘Montha’ above it, so it now reads ‘Happy Monthaversary’. Below the words is a bouquet of red roses. The interior is bare except for the words he’s written inside – ‘Thank you for the best month of my life. I know it will only get better from here.’

My vision becomes blurry from the tears pooled in my eyes. I blink and they spill over onto my cheeks. I can’t believe it. How is this beautiful, wonderful man mine? I feel his presence behind me and I turn to find him standing in the doorway, hands behind his back.

“Cameron –”

I swallow my words as he reveals his hands, and a small, green jewelry box. I swallow again as he moves toward me. Taking my hand, he places the box in my open palm.

“You didn’t have to get me a gift.”

He jerks his head at the box, urging me to open it. When I do, a gorgeous gold ring with a heart-shaped emerald shines up at me.

I gasp. “It’s…it’s beautiful.”
And
my favorite color! Removing it from the box, I place it on the third finger of my right hand. “I love it! Thank you.”

I move forward to show him how much, but he grasps my hand, halting my advance.

“What?”

Slowly, he removes the ring from my finger and drops my hand. He reaches for my left hand and places the ring on the third finger, his eyes never leaving mine. I smile up at him. I know it’s not a proposal…just his way of letting everyone know I belong to him.

“I’ll never take it off,” I whisper.

He turns me around and presses his body against my back, wrapping an arm around me. His fingers brush against my skin as he moves my hair to the side. The touch reverberates through my body and I lean in to him, moaning as he presses his lips to my nape. As his hands glide up my sides, I take a shaky breath. He’s touched me a million times, yet the feeling never wanes. In fact, it seems to grow stronger.

His hands continue upward, pushing mine above my head before closing around my wrists. Guiding my hands, he places them around his neck. He buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply and expelling the breath through his mouth. When it hits my skin, I shiver; it’s like a million butterfly feet dancing down my spine. Sliding his hands down my arms and sides, he grabs my hips, forcefully pulling me against him. I rotate my hips, grinding on the erection poking me. He moans, grabs my top, and slowly pulls it over my head. I allow my hands to fall, but he catches them, returning them to his neck. Laying his palms flat on my ribs, he slides them down to the waistband of my jeans. Since it seems he’s intent on going slowly, I indulge him. Besides, this is
beyond
erotic. He unbuttons my jeans, pulls the zipper down, and pushes the sides apart. While his fingers make small circles on the skin below my navel, he places gentle kisses on my neck. I writhe against him, willing him to go lower. Finally, his fingers disappear into my jeans, and slip beneath my panties.

“Cameron…”

He circles my clit and I tighten my hold on his neck, practically lifting myself off the floor. Agonizingly slowly, he teases my clit until I feel like I may burst into flames.

“Oh, please…”

Pressing a finger to my lips, he silences me. He turns me around to face him and gently pushes me onto the bed. My chest heaves as I stare into his eyes. There’s no panty-melting, no soul selling, no ‘I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless’ desire. This look? It’s more like ‘you’re so beautiful I want to make love to you all day’. And it still induces The Reaction.

He tugs my jeans over my hips and down my legs, tossing them to the floor. His shirt joins my jeans before he leans over me. I moan, wrapping my arms and legs around him as his lips touch mine. His tongue flicks out, barely passing my lips, and I groan in frustration at his continued teasing. He props me up with one hand while the other adroitly unhooks my bra, breaking our kiss to add it to the growing pile of clothes. While he massages my right breast, he returns to my lips. As his tongue slithers into my mouth, he twists my nipple, eliciting a tortured moan. Moving down to the offended flesh, he soothes it with his tongue. He does the same to its twin before trailing wet kisses down my stomach, gently tugging at my navel ring with his teeth. My panties are soaked and my body is begging for release, but he continues, driving me to an insane level of need. Dropping to his knees, he begins kissing and licking the insides of my thighs. With his cheek against my pussy, he bites into my flesh. My thighs quiver at the contact.

“Cameron!”

I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Through my panties, he lightly rakes his teeth over my pussy before trapping the material between them and pulling. I raise my hips off the bed and watch as he removes the scrap of lace with his teeth. His fucking
teeth
! He stands, brings it up to his nose, and breathes deeply before tucking it into his pocket.
Fuck…me.
I watch him hungrily as he gets rid of his remaining clothes.

“You’re beautiful,” I say on an expelled breath.

He kneels between my legs once more, pushing them apart and smirking at me. My breathing accelerates. I just love that tongue of his! He licks his lips, leans forward, and flails his tongue on my clit.

“Oh, God. Yes!”

When he eats, he eats! He goes for seconds, thirds, licks the plate clean then smacks his lips. I wouldn’t have it any other way. He trails his tongue along my lips and curls his arms around my thighs, getting comfortable. Then, he closes his mouth around my throbbing clit, sucking, and swirling his tongue simultaneously.

“Fuck!” I clutch at his hair to keep him where he is. “Right there!”

His arms tighten around my thighs and he sucks harder. I think I would hover above the bed if he wasn’t holding me down. My hips are engaged in a futile fight against his grip. He laps at my clit like a thirsty dog laps at water, and it’s just too much. I can’t…I just can’t…

“Cameron!”

Before the spasms overtake me, he slides inside me. He moans as my body explodes. With a grunt, he leans forward and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. That sends another ripple through my body and triggers a second, smaller orgasm. He starts to move, and I don’t know if it’s because of the greatness I just endured but…he feels different…better different…
amazing
different! He slips out of me and I reach down to quickly return him to his rightful place. That’s when I feel it – no condom. He watches me, waiting for my reaction.
Fuck it.

“Pull out.”

He nods and I guide him back inside me. He moves slowly, pulling almost all the way out then pushing deep.
Oh, God. That fucking piercing! That does it. Only pierced dick for me from now on. Fuck!
Calling on what I’ve come to refer to as his signature move, he goes as deep as possible, burying himself completely, and presses against me. I arch my back and grab his shoulders, feeling absolutely, delectably full. I smile up at him when he makes no attempt to move.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? It’s all yours, baby. This pussy is all yours.”

He growls, scooping me off the bed, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips. As he moves around the bed, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, clamping his lips around it as he slowly releases it. He positions himself in the middle of the bed, his back against the headboard.

“Oh, you want me to do all the work?” I ask with a grin.

The corners of his lips curl up into a smile, and he smacks my ass. I scramble off him and turn around, straddling him reverse cowgirl-style. As I slide down his dick, he moans. Pulling me against his chest, he cups my breasts as I move back and forth. He massages them, tweaking the sensitive peaks while his teeth graze my back. His hand slides down my stomach and his fingers seek out my clit, rubbing my poor flesh into submission.

“Cameron…”

I take his hand and guide it to my lips, licking and sucking my juices from his fingers. His arm tightens around my waist and, without warning, he jumps off the bed. Shit! I must be a sight, dangling in front of him, but I know what’s coming. Doggy style. I position my legs so I end up on my hands and knees when he places me on the bed. His strong hands slide down my sides and grip my hips as he begins to move. He finds a wonderful rhythm, going to the left, right, top, and bottom. My vaginal walls delight in the sweet assault. Pushing me closer to the bed, he angles down, hitting my G-spot.

“Oh, God!”