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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.
    “My Lord. I apologize for interrupting
you, but you need to know, it worked.”
    “Excellent.” Cam clapped the
man on the shoulder. It was good news, but how he wished it could have been
announced ten minutes later. “Was much of a mess made?”
    Styles shook his head. “Minimal, My Lord. What we assumed would occur, given it had
to look as if we’d hidden the item. I think it was our good luck he found it
with relative ease.”
    Cam nodded. “I’ll be down to
confer within the quarter hour. Perhaps you could ask someone to arrange
refreshments for us all.”
    Styles nodded and turned on his
heel.
    Cam walked back into the
bedchamber and closed the door behind him.
    “As much as I’d like to say ah,
now where were we, let us continue, sadly I can not .
I’m needed elsewhere.”
    “What was that all about?”
Angie asked him as he put his pantaloons back on much faster than he’d shed
them.
    “Nothing for
you to worry about. We merely set a trap for Rawcliffe and
it seems it has worked.”
    “Really? What sort of trap,” Angie
inquired in an interested voice. “His bollocks in a gin trap?”
    “Bloodthirsty
wench. Sadly, no.”
    “Bugger, I don’t believe in
stuff like that, but for him I could make an exception. So what did you do?”
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood upright.
    “Never mind what did I do. What
are you doing?” Cam tied a neckerchief around his neck. He had no intention of
fiddling with cravats and pins.
    Angelina looked up from tying
her chemise. “Coming with you, of course. If it
involves that worm, it somehow involves me. I want to know what’s going on.”
    “No.”
    “Yes, and punish me later. So
what did you do?”
    Resigned to being accompanied,
Cam sighed. “Turn around and let me do those ribbons up. We let it be known in
a roundabout way, via servants chosen especially for the task, that a certain
ornament was usually left in the study where the lock was faulty. He fell for
it.”
    Angie jumped, leaned forward,
and fumbled under the pillow. “But it isn’t.” She held on to the angel tightly.
      “Stand still whilst I do this or I’ll be Shibari –tying you into your dress. Of course it isn’t, but
a cheap copy was and it is now in his possession. There, now you