Cameron's Contract (17 page)

We weren’t there yet.

I needed her tranced out, forgetting her surroundings, uncaring of voyeurs. The ultimate desired result was Mia so aroused she’d yearn to be watched coming.

And coming again. Wanting to share her profound experience.

The eyes peering through those masks revealed most of the masters had tranced out. The subs at their feet were equally aroused, their nipples hard buds of desire, and more than likely wishing they were the ones confined.  

I gestured for Mia to turn around. “Let’s begin.”

She gave a nod as I took my time to ease the Shibari chains off her. They’d need to come off for this next part. I threw them onto the table with a clang.

Her butt cheeks pressed against the bars as I reached for the violet wand, brought it over, and caressed her left buttock. She flinched when I delivered a jolt. Working around her body, I lulled her, seeing the release of endorphins flooding her, indicated by her blue eyes sparkling and pupils dilating. Her bliss had heighted from the way she eased into the movement—this dance of bondage she fell into naturally.

I shrugged out of my jacket and threw it on the table. “Stand up.”

She did as I commanded.

Her vulnerability, her surrender, stirred my desire and made my cock ache for her. Reaching through and around her hips, I grabbed her butt, dug my fingernails in, and pulled her until her sex rested close between the bars.

Our eyes met. “Here’s your reward, kitten.”

Her head fell back. Locks tumbled as my mouth met her clit and suckled. The tip of my tongue strummed her.

When I broke away, Mia let out a protracted moan.

“What does the cage represent, Mia?”

“My complete surrender, Master.”

Rewarding her answer with delicate flicks of my tongue on her clit, I brought her closer again.

“And?” I asked.

“I’m willing to give up my freedom for you.” Her fingers intertwined in my hair, clutching my head against her.

I broke away and stared up at her.

Her expression shifted as her eyes darted toward our voyeurs.

A flitter of eyelids, a nervous flush on her chest
. Doubt.

She wasn’t ready. Not really.

I was her master, her lover, and the man she trusted above all.

I didn’t want her to feel she’d not lived up to my expectations. I didn’t care if they were here or not. For me this scene had been played out so many times it had lost its potency.

A wave of my hand gave the order.

They were to leave now, give us the privacy Mia needed and I craved.

Besides, I preferred to have her all to myself.

I removed my mask and placed it on the table.

With them gone and the click of the door being locked, I looked back at her. “I’m going to do things to you that I don’t want them to witness.” It was a small lie, but I hoped a comforting one nonetheless.

“Oh?”

“I refuse to give away any of my secrets.” I reached out. “Mask.”

She pulled it off her face handed it to me. “What are you going to do to me?”

I needed to get her back into subspace.

“This.” I reached out and slipped two fingers along her sex and slid them into her. “Bounce.”

Dutifully she obeyed. Her hands wrapped around the bars, her knuckles went white, and she sank onto my fingers. Her head fell back and cascading locks whipped behind her.

“Slower,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her hips rising and falling, thighs shuddering. My fingers delivered the kind of pleasure a good sub deserved. My thumb circled her clit.

I withdrew my hand. “Too fast, Mia. You know how I feel about obedience.”

“I’ll go slower, sir,” she promised breathlessly.

Opening the cage door, I gestured for her to near. “No. You have to earn the right to come out.”

Mia pressed her face between the bars and pointed. “That one, master.”

She had chosen the large white wand and I gave a nod she’d earned it. With a flick of button came that fast buzz, the power tool of vibrators, and her eyes widened with excitement.

Caressing her nipples with the rounded end, I watched them harden. The scent of her arousal caused my cock to twinge and press against my pants.

My need to see her fulfilled forced me to control both myself and her.

“Hands behind your back,” I demanded.

She gave a quick nod as she clasped her hands low at the base of her spine. Her hips arched toward me and her need screamed in her heavy lidded eyes.

“Please, master,” she begged.

I placed the vibrator on the table and turned it off.

She looked forsaken.

“Do you trust me, Mia?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” I brought over that delicate thin string belt. Hanging from each end were three small metal clamps, and I wrapped the chain around her waist and brought the ends toward her sex. Taking my time, I fastened those clamps to her outer labia, and then gently eased her folds back to completely expose her. Her swollen clitoris was now viewable from any angle, and it shone from the way I’d coated that small nub with her wetness.

Her thighs shuddered and her small gasps were audible. Her gaze flit out to where that crowd had once stood, as though fantasizing they were here.

“Good girl.” I closed the cage door.

Reaching back for the vibrator, I fired it up, then I gestured for Mia’s pussy to be presented and gave a stern nod of approval when she did.

She let out a protracted moan when the massaging head thrummed against her clit, pounding her, sending shockwaves of pleasure.

“Yes,” she said in a rush.

“Who do you belong to, Mia?”

“You, sir.”

“You’ve been a very good girl tonight.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“What do good girls get?”

“To come, Master.”

“That is correct.”

I lowered the wand against her entrance and raised it to rub her clit, sweeping it over that exposed pussy, letting it rebound. I pressed firmly, lighter when she neared—teasing, controlling. Her inner thighs grew soaking wet and her hips rocked.

“Remain still,” I ordered firmly.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”

“Good girl. Is that nice, Mia?”

She gazed down at the vibrator, long lashes fluttering with her closeness. “I like it.”

She ran her hand over her nipple, licked her lips in a sensuous tease, and looked at me with love in her gaze.   

“Hands, Mia,” I snapped. “Obey.”

She clasped them behind her, her hips thrusting insistently, her eyes begging for release.

“Answer me this,” I whispered up at her. “Get it right and you’ll be allowed to come.”

Her frown deepened.

“What does la petite mort mean?”

She stuttered out, “It’s a French euphemism for orgasm.”

“Good. Now show me what it means.”

“Yes, sir.” Thighs shaking, body trembling, her moans echoed as her climax riveted her.

I let her come down slowly, breathlessly.

“You like your cage, Mia?”

She barely managed a nod.

Lifting her out, I let her catch her breath and find her footing.

“You refuse to answer?” I turned her around and bent her over the table, delivering spank after spank to her buttocks.

“Sorry, sir.” She wiggled. “I love my cage.”

“Good to hear.” I rested my back against the table and pulled her to my chest and she stood on her tiptoes before me. Her back was pressed to my front as she faced the room. After placing my cock at her entrance, I eased her down over my shaft.

She let out a long sigh, as though only now settling.

That silver chain hung low over her hips and those clamps still gently eased her labia apart, making her sex spectacularly accessible.

Mia trembled with excitement.

“Slow your breathing,” I warned.

She gave a nod she’d try.

“This final test is to gauge your ability to show self-control, Mia. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

I buried deeper inside her and her hands naturally found their way behind her back, offering the pose of a sub, letting me know she was ready.

“When I say begin,” I told her. “Circle your hips slowly and pause when you’ve completed a full circle. Push your pelvis out a little and wait. You’ll be well rewarded if you obey.”

Mia completed her first circle. Her hips nudged forward and she paused. I clasped the handle of the vibrator, brought it over, and tapped the rounded head on one of her nipples then the other.

Her pussy tightened and flinched around me.

It felt fucking amazing.

Concentrating, I pulled myself back from the edge. “Again.”  

Another circle, and this time her reward was the vibrator pressed on her clit. She threw her head back and short, sharp gasps escaped her.

“Concentrate,” I chastised. “The movement must be fluid. A continuous circling, a brief pause, and then another circle.”

Another reward.

Within seconds Mia fell into her stride, her hips moving effortlessly. A soft sigh escaped when I delivered her present of that powerful vibrator. My left arm held her around the waist as I rocked into her. Her trembling hinted she’d perhaps not quite make another rotation—

But she did. Her desire to please warmed my heart, forcing my hand to hold the wand permanently between her thighs—

Merciful…

Mia shuddered, squeezed, and awaited my permission.

I refused to give it.

I needed to push her farther than I ever had, needed her to know she was capable of surrendering to a profound pleasure. Her consciousness would expand until her mind let her go and her heart soared to the level of bliss she was capable of.

Time slipped away.

Her slow steady cycles continued. Each time her hips thrust forward, her momentary pause was rewarded with the ecstasy delivered to her clit, and then I again lifted the wand away from her and waited for Mia to complete another circling of her hips.

Her body trembled. Her breaths were short and sharp.

Eventually, I pressed the vibrator firmly there.

And kept it there.

“You may come, sub,” I demanded.

She screamed her climax and I clutched her to me, holding her through her endless climax.

Nuzzling into her neck, I whispered, “I’m about to fuck you so hard, sub, you’ll forget your own name.”

Grabbing Mia up then easing her down on the table, I took my time to remove those clamps and throw them. Climbing onto her, I grasped her hands above her head to pin her down before thrusting deep.

I rode her into oblivion, pounding her violently, my hips thrusting hard as the sound of flesh striking flesh resonated over the music.

She shook her head from side to side, all golden locks and flushed skin. Her moan grew uncontrollable.

With a firm kiss, my tongue fucked her just as hard. Our tongues battled—me for control and hers yearning for it. Her back arched as I filled her with warmth, and I too fell, and fell, and fell, until the room disappeared and all I knew was her.

Refusing to pull out of her, I needed these minutes that followed for my equilibrium to right again. Both of us were covered in perspiration and smeared in this delicious mess of our perfect tryst.

Mia blinked up at me. “I’m speechless.”

“That’s a nice change.”

She gave my arm a playful punch. “That was amazing.”

I arched a brow. “For the record, this new memory surpasses them all, Ms. Lauren.”

My head was filled with her, only her.

She’d been the only woman who could heal me, reach me, and now I knew that Mia was the only woman who could’ve ever broken me out of my very own Chrysalis.

My lips met hers as I gave a silent prayer of thanks for her being mine.

CHAPTER 26

A SUNSET LIT up the west.

Oranges and reds spread in a blast of color, and I couldn’t wait for Mia to see it.

For now though, her eyes were shielded by that black velvet blindfold, her hands clasped in her lap.

The BMW hummed as we swept along the 90, getting closer.

It was good to leave formality behind, if only for a while. Both of us wore jeans and T-shirts, though with the top down we also wore our jackets to hold off the chill.

Mia turned her head toward me. “How about now?”

“You really need to learn some patience, Ms. Lauren.”

“And you need to stop being so secretive.”

“It’s a surprise. It’s meant to be fun.”

She gasped. “Did the word
fun
just come out of Cameron Cole’s mouth?”

“Careful.”

“I’m serious. This is progress.”

“Do you want to be spanked?”

She bit her lip, lowered her chin, and that served as her answer.

I reached over and squeezed her hand. “Guess what?”

“We’re going to sleep together tonight.”

“As long as I have that, Mia, life is pretty fantastic.”

She sighed with happiness.

“New York’s a great place to study fashion,” I said.

“Or business.”

I flashed her a smile, despite knowing she couldn’t see it. “As soon as we get settled, I can arrange for you to interview at some of the top fashion houses.”

“Your dad’s offered me an intern position.”

“So I hear.”

“I’m considering it.”

“I may have an opening in my department. Right up there on the top floor of Cole Tower. It’s an impressive view. I’m looking for a dynamic recruit willing to take on extracurricular activities.”

“Which will include?”

“Being available at all times to consult with me on sensitive issues.”

“Such as?”

“You think I’m suggesting an executive assistant who I can throw over my desk?”

She giggled. “When can I start?”

“You’d have the option of moving into marketing.”

“So you can control the advertising?”

“Or you can become my executive advisor.”

“Would I get a car?”

“How about a helicopter? You can commute with me.”