tense.
“No,” he says. “Don’t move.”
I still.
“Whatever I do, don’t move,” he whispers,
his request becoming an order. “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound,
unless it’s to moan with pleasure.”
My heart skips a beat.
“Who are you in the dark?” Cam says again.
His hands roam over my front, moving up to palm and stroke my
breasts. I shudder, feeling the heat rise. God, it’s good. He
squeezes softly, then pinches my nipples until I moan.
“Who are you when nobody’s watching?” he
demands, growling in my ear. “Away from all the bullshit and
pressure. Who are you when you’re coming undone?”
He nips gently at my neck, fitting me snugly
against him. There’s not an inch of space between our bodies, I can
feel every breath, every heartbeat, every jerk of his stiff cock
against my ass.
I close my eyes and fall into the darkness.
Cam’s hand trails down over my belly, down between my thighs. He
rubs softly, just right.
I gasp.
“That’s right, my sweet. Let go for me.”
His weight shifts, then suddenly he’s gone:
rolling me onto my back and pulling the covers down, kissing his
way between my thighs.
I tense.
“Shh,” he soothes me. “I’m going to make
this very simple for you. You can make all the noise you want.
Scream and writhe, do whatever you need. But you cannot come,
Isabelle. You can’t come until I say.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Master,” I breathe. Already my body is
so tense and turned on, I don’t know if I can keep my promise.
But I’ll sure as hell try my best.
Cam lowers his head again.
His stubble scratches against my skin as he eases my legs open,
baring me wide. I can feel my cheeks heat, but somehow, I’m safe
here. Safe in the dark with Cam trailing kisses, licking and
nipping at my inner thighs until, God , his tongue licks up against me
in a hot, wet swoop.
I groan, gripping the pillows tight. Cam
licks again, swirling his tongue over my tender nub until I’m
panting. “Oh God,” I gasp, arching up to meet his mouth. This is
incredible. My body clenches, my pussy aching for his touch.
He pulls away then, and I cry out at his
sudden absence. The pressure is building inside me, coiling
tighter, and I moan, trying not to beg, knowing that Cam is the one
who’ll make all the demands.
“Goddamn,” he growls, moving a hand to
stroke and dip into my wetness. “You taste so sweet.”
He slides two fingers inside me.
Fuck, now I really am close. I clench around
him, bucking up against his hand. “Cam!” I cry, gripping the
pillows. “Cam, I don’t know if I can stop—”
“You can, and you will.” Cam’s voice is a
warning. He slides his fingers out of me, then back, deeper.
Fuck!
“Not like this.” I shake my head, thrashing
against him. He pins me down with his other hand, so I’m helpless
on the bed. Out, then back, a slow deep slide that makes my blood
boil. “I’ll come, I can’t stop.”
“Shh,” he whispers again. “Breathe deep. Let
it wash over you.”
He lowers his head and licks me again. Dear
Lord, I don’t know how much more I can take. Every nerve in my body
is wild with tension, begging for release. He licks me slowly,
gently pumping his fingers inside me, until I can feel my body
start to crest.
“Cam!” I reach down and grab his head,
pulling him away. For a moment, I’m caught on the precipice, ready
to fall, but I inhale another ragged breath and clench my body
tight, trying to keep the orgasm at bay.
Slowly, the waves recede. I exhale, reeling
and unsatisfied. God, I need to come so bad! But even through my
frustration, there’s pride. I’m pleased I managed to follow his
orders, to do what he wanted, even when it drove me crazy.
Cam crawls back up my body, and lays beside
me, face to face. “Why did you stop me?” he asks.
“Because you told me not to come.” I can see
his face, just inches away, eyes burning hotly in the dark. “You
gave me an
“No,” he says. “Don’t move.”
I still.
“Whatever I do, don’t move,” he whispers,
his request becoming an order. “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound,
unless it’s to moan with pleasure.”
My heart skips a beat.
“Who are you in the dark?” Cam says again.
His hands roam over my front, moving up to palm and stroke my
breasts. I shudder, feeling the heat rise. God, it’s good. He
squeezes softly, then pinches my nipples until I moan.
“Who are you when nobody’s watching?” he
demands, growling in my ear. “Away from all the bullshit and
pressure. Who are you when you’re coming undone?”
He nips gently at my neck, fitting me snugly
against him. There’s not an inch of space between our bodies, I can
feel every breath, every heartbeat, every jerk of his stiff cock
against my ass.
I close my eyes and fall into the darkness.
Cam’s hand trails down over my belly, down between my thighs. He
rubs softly, just right.
I gasp.
“That’s right, my sweet. Let go for me.”
His weight shifts, then suddenly he’s gone:
rolling me onto my back and pulling the covers down, kissing his
way between my thighs.
I tense.
“Shh,” he soothes me. “I’m going to make
this very simple for you. You can make all the noise you want.
Scream and writhe, do whatever you need. But you cannot come,
Isabelle. You can’t come until I say.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Master,” I breathe. Already my body is
so tense and turned on, I don’t know if I can keep my promise.
But I’ll sure as hell try my best.
Cam lowers his head again.
His stubble scratches against my skin as he eases my legs open,
baring me wide. I can feel my cheeks heat, but somehow, I’m safe
here. Safe in the dark with Cam trailing kisses, licking and
nipping at my inner thighs until, God , his tongue licks up against me
in a hot, wet swoop.
I groan, gripping the pillows tight. Cam
licks again, swirling his tongue over my tender nub until I’m
panting. “Oh God,” I gasp, arching up to meet his mouth. This is
incredible. My body clenches, my pussy aching for his touch.
He pulls away then, and I cry out at his
sudden absence. The pressure is building inside me, coiling
tighter, and I moan, trying not to beg, knowing that Cam is the one
who’ll make all the demands.
“Goddamn,” he growls, moving a hand to
stroke and dip into my wetness. “You taste so sweet.”
He slides two fingers inside me.
Fuck, now I really am close. I clench around
him, bucking up against his hand. “Cam!” I cry, gripping the
pillows. “Cam, I don’t know if I can stop—”
“You can, and you will.” Cam’s voice is a
warning. He slides his fingers out of me, then back, deeper.
Fuck!
“Not like this.” I shake my head, thrashing
against him. He pins me down with his other hand, so I’m helpless
on the bed. Out, then back, a slow deep slide that makes my blood
boil. “I’ll come, I can’t stop.”
“Shh,” he whispers again. “Breathe deep. Let
it wash over you.”
He lowers his head and licks me again. Dear
Lord, I don’t know how much more I can take. Every nerve in my body
is wild with tension, begging for release. He licks me slowly,
gently pumping his fingers inside me, until I can feel my body
start to crest.
“Cam!” I reach down and grab his head,
pulling him away. For a moment, I’m caught on the precipice, ready
to fall, but I inhale another ragged breath and clench my body
tight, trying to keep the orgasm at bay.
Slowly, the waves recede. I exhale, reeling
and unsatisfied. God, I need to come so bad! But even through my
frustration, there’s pride. I’m pleased I managed to follow his
orders, to do what he wanted, even when it drove me crazy.
Cam crawls back up my body, and lays beside
me, face to face. “Why did you stop me?” he asks.
“Because you told me not to come.” I can see
his face, just inches away, eyes burning hotly in the dark. “You
gave me an
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