Cameron's Contract (7 page)

She came toward me and knelt at my feet, her head bowed, her gaze lowered, her palms turned up on her thighs, knowing what I needed was this.

“Mia,” I said. “I’m going to have to fuck you very hard.”

I gestured for her to rise.

With a sweep of my hand, I gave my next command.

She dragged her dress up and over her head and quickly removed her panties and bra, standing naked before me.

Blindingly fast, I lifted her off the ground and carried her all the way until her back struck the
wall. With one quick movement, I raised her up and she flung her legs around to straddle my waist. Her hands were around my neck, while mine firmly clutched her butt to hold her there.
 

I thrust inside her.

Ramming hard, pounding fiercely, my anger dissipated. Fury fell away with each stroke inside her.

Mia surrendered in my arms, letting me ride her hard and fast, seemingly knowing this furious man fucking her needed his woman to find himself again, and only through her could there be any solace.

My gaze lowered to watch my slick cock, wet from her sex, slide in and out in endless thrusting. My hips pushed forward to raise the pleasure and find that sweet spot inside her.

She whispered, “I need this too.”

“
Mia,” I breathed her name like an incantation.

“
Harder, Cameron,” she moaned. “I need it harder.”

Pounding her pussy, delivering these rapid-fire thrusts, I pressed her further against the wall for leverage.

Her teeth embedded in my shoulder and she came. Her sex owned mine and sent me over with her. This all-consuming pleasure of warmth surrounded me and soaked her.

“
I can’t be without you,” she said.

I lowered her to the ground and stepped back. “Mia, if I change?”

She rested her palm on my cheek. “I’ll always be here for you.”

Mia
strolled over to the window and yanked off the gold braid tassel that held the long green velvet drape back. It tumbled closed, darkening the room.

She brought the tassel back to me and offered it up. “Master.”

I took it from her and caressed the fine braid between my finger and thumb.

She held her wrists together.
“I’ll always find you.”
 

Firmly, I weaved the braid around her wrists, binding her, sending her into subspace.

My gaze rose to meet hers. “This is not my home. You are.”

Within seconds, I’d perched on the end of the bed and she sat on my lap with her back to me, her thighs straddling, her sex accepting my length eagerly.

Grasping her by the throat, I demanded, “You will watch.”

A moan escaped her lips as her gaze met mine in our reflection, and then she lowered her eyes to watch how exposed she was, her thighs spread wide, the full view of my cock disappearing inside her sex. Her sensual glide hid me once more, then she pushed herself up slightly to allow the tip to rest at her entrance before she plunged once more, repeating her motion again and again, thighs shuddering, pussy clenching, her nipples erect as I brushed my fingers over them to tweak, squeeze, and pinch.

“
Imagine being watched like this?” I teased.

“
Oh,” she moaned wantonly.

“
Everyone staring at your cunt,” I whispered huskily. “Wondering how you taste, Mia.”

She plunged violently, riding me ever faster.

I’d never seen her so alighted by my words before. Her secret predilection glared, indicated by those soaking wet thighs, her feverish breathing, and her muscles milking me with a crazed need.

A master’s true worth was his ability to lead his sub to the place where she felt safe enough to share her secrets, and, should she prove ready, see them realized for her.

I’d never be willing to share her. I’d always known that—

But showcase her?

“
Be still,” I demanded and reached low, easing apart her folds, and again my gaze found hers in the mirror. “See—” I tapped her clit —“How ready you are. How wet? Tight. Are you willing to allow others to share in the beauty of witnessing this delicate flower being fucked?”

“
I want that,” she cried out.

“
Nice and still now,” I said, flicking her clit slowly. “Watch, Mia.”

Jaw gaping, lips pouting, her eyes traced the way I used a fingertip to circle her clit, slow and sure, on and on, until her eyelids became heavy as she tranced out.

She threw her head back and came hard, her orgasm causing her to shudder violently.

“
Ride me, Mia,” I ordered.

She obeyed, rising and falling, rising and falling. Her eyes squeezed shut only to burst open again and watch her wild and untamable reflection, cascading blonde locks whipping from side to side. Her pleasure grew so intense she became frenzied. Her sex beat my cock, and, leaning back on the bed, I used my hands for leverage so I could buck my hips and pummel her the rest of the way.

We collapsed on the bed.

Freeing her from that braid, caressing her wrists, I planted a kiss to each one.

I pulled her up and maneuvered her body until I was spooning her.

“
The things you do to me,” she said in a rush.

“
You liked that, sweet sub?”

“
Did you mean what you said?”

“
About what?”

“
Having people watch us?”

“
I thought it might turn you on.”

“
I was already turned on.”

“
Good point.”

She shifted to better look at me. “It’s one of my fantasies.”

“
You’ve never told me this before?”

“
I was embarrassed.”

“
With me?”

“
Yes, Cameron, I know you’re the master of the dark arts and all that—”

“
All that?”

She settled against me again. “I want to dabble.”

A word Richard had probably used around her. It was too cosmopolitan for her.

Mia looked up at me. “I want everyone to see you claim your submissive.”

I kissed her nose. “Already have.”

Her head rested on my chest.

“
Let’s discuss it another time,” I said. “Perhaps when things have calmed a little.”

“
I want it.”

I needed to explore the truth in those words. Her wanting to please me could even overrule her own happiness.

“
You know the rules, Mia. The dom leads the play when he knows without question his sub is primed for that level.”

“
I’m excited,’ she whispered.

“
Let’s discuss it another time.”

“
You don’t think I’m ready?”

“
I want you to do it for you. Stage work is an intense experience. A heavy scene. It must be carefully crafted.”

She raised her head to look at me. “When you deem me ready then?”

“
I’ll consider it.”

She beamed at me. “Your parents have swans.”

“Yes.”

“Do they bite?”

She made me smile. “Peck.”

“Of course, silly.”

“Either way it hurts.”

“Did you get pecked?”

“Chased, once.”

“They’re pretty.”

“Until they open their six foot wingspan and come at you hissing.”

“It’s funny, isn’t it? How those of us on the outside of these big houses look in and think you all have idyllic lives.”  

“It’s idyllic now.” I pushed myself up the headboard and she snuggled against my chest as I reached over and brought the file onto my lap.

“What’s that?” she said sleepily.

“Some light reading. Rest your head on my lap.”

Mia nuzzled down and she let out a sigh of contentment.

I flipped open to the first page.

CHAPTER 11

MY HAND RESTED on Shay’s shoulder. “Okay, buddy?”

He sat squarely at the dining room table and leaned back to look at me. “Yes, thank you.” He gave me a knowing look of reassurance.

We’d all dressed for lunch, with the men wearing blazer and slacks, a formality for the Coles, and Mia wearing a deep blue chiffon dress.

Henry complained by tugging his collar and feigning he was choking to death until Mom scolded him.

Shay tried to defuse the strain. “You have a lovely pool, Mrs. Cole.”

“Thank you, Shay,” she said.  

I took the seat beside his and smiled over at Mom. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you, Cameron.” She went on to inform us how she’d chosen the theme of the pool from
the Trianon Palace Versailles, when she’d spent a week at the Waldorf Astoria last year with Willow.
 

Willow shared how she’d like to get married there.

“
It’s right next to the Palace of Versailles gardens,” said Willow. “Where we could get our photos taken.”

“
You’re getting married in a church,” said Mom.

“
The Waldorf would be for the reception.”

“
This imaginary husband does not exist,” said Dad. “Not yet anyway. Before you get your brothers interrogating you on the matter, Willow.”

“
I’m sure he’ll be quite perfect when she does find him,” said Henry with a hint of sarcasm.

“
Something you want to share, Willow?” I said, amused.

She placed her napkin on her lap. “You’ll be the first to know, Cam. Daddy shall have to wait until I’ve had you check him out and analyze him. And you too Shay.” She beamed over at him.

Shay grinned at her. “Of course.”

“
Let’s worry about all that when it happens,” said Dad, who was
seemingly already over it.
 

Right now he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, so considering this he was doing remarkably well.

I’d purposefully sat Mia between Henry and I, both of us flanking her in a show of protection from Mom’s critical glare.

Lunch was served on fine china plates with gold trimming. Spring vegetables and lovage broth with poached guinea fowl served as our appetizer. For our main course, Confit gressingham duck leg was elegantly presented with truffle potatoes and asparagus. Dessert was Crème Brulee, and I refused to make eye contact with Mia as we ate our memorable sugared vanilla pudding that brought a smile to our lips.

We all declined the offer of wine, except Mom, who knocked back half a bottle of a Coche-Dury Les Perrieres like water.

This four course meal was usual for a weekend at home, delivered by waiters donning starched white uniforms and silently attending to our every need. What I wouldn’t have given for a hamburger eaten in a quiet room tucked away in the library, where I could continue reading that monster of a file. This felt like time wasted.  

Tension hung beneath the surface, and we all played our part to feign this was lunch as usual and on Monday my father wouldn’t be clearing out his office. A legacy destroyed.

“
So, Mia,” said Mom, “any decisions on your future?”

Mia glanced over to me for support.

“
Mia has a couple of exciting opportunities,” I said. “Right now she’s deciding on a career in fashion or psychology.”

“
Don’t you need a degree for either one?” said Mom.

“
I’m going to study at university,” said Mia.

“
Don’t people usually decide on this kind of thing while at boarding school?”

I threw Mom a stare that told her to pull back on her cruelty.

“
Actually, I’m trying to convince Mia to come on board at Cole Tea.” Henry smiled warmly at her.

Dad scoffed. “Not sure any Cole will be welcome after Monday.”

“
She’s not a Cole,” said Mom.

“
Not yet,” I said with a smile that hit its mark, judging from the way Mom settled back in her chair.

“
Still,” Mom said, “trying to catch up on an education squandered is a little lacking in foresight.”

Mia’s face blushed wildly and her gaze fell to her lap.

“
Give us a moment, please.” I directed the last waiter out of the room.

“
Mom,” I said. “Enough.”

“
Well at least you didn’t scold me in front of my staff, Cameron. You may have forgotten every last social grace I taught you, but that one still holds.”

“
What are you talking about?” I said.

“
I’m sorry,” whispered Mia. “This is my fault.”

“
Mia, please,” I warned her and my focus returned to Mother.

“
Had you and your brother not gone off and pursued your own agenda, you would have been here for your father. None of this would have happened.”

“
Not necessarily true,” said Dad.