order.”
“And you obeyed me.” I can hear the
satisfaction in his tone. “That’s what I wanted, Isabelle. Not to
deny you your pleasure for the sake of it, but for you to learn
obedience. And you did it beautifully, I’m so proud.”
I feel a glow. “I’m glad,” I whisper. “I
want to please you.”
“And you will.” Cam strokes my cheek. “Now,
you get a reward. Anything you want.”
“Anything?” My heart leaps.
“Yes.” Cam skims his fingertips over my
breasts again, making them ache, heavy with need. “So tell me,
Isabelle, what’s your pleasure?”
“You,” I breathe, already reaching for him.
“I want you. Inside me. Please.”
My hands slip inside his pajamas and close
around Cam’s magnificent cock. His pupils dilate. He lets out a low
groan. I stroke him again, and then he grabs my hand.
“Not tonight.” He pulls me away. “But you’ve
earned your release, my sweet.” Cam slides his hand between my
thighs and thrusts two fingers inside me. He kisses down my body,
back to my wet pussy.
Fuck.
Slowly, he licks up my slit, circling and
sucking on my clit. He laps up against me, the pressure building
with every flick of his tongue. I moan. He opens my lips, licking
the soft folds, while sticking his fingers deep inside me. He curls
them even deeper, and again sucks my clit.
He looks up at me, his gaze tender yet
animalistic. “Now come for me,” he orders, kissing me with a fierce
possession. He thrusts again.
I come, moaning his name over and over and
over. Cam pulses his fingers again and again, riding out my
orgasm.
He spoons me against him again, holding me
tight. And to my surprise, I fall asleep.
TWELVE: CAM
The next day is torture. I try to work at
the office as usual, but my head is miles away: back in the dark
bedroom, gorging on Isabelle’s sweet cunt. God, the look on her
face as she desperately tried to keep from coming. She worked so
hard to please me, and she couldn’t have done better.
My little sub is learning, every day.
“So what’s her name?”
I snap my head up. Keely is in my doorway,
watching me with a smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I
cough, shuffling some paperwork like I wasn’t just fantasizing
about impaling Isabelle on my aching cock.
“Bullshit,” she grins, throwing herself down
in one of my comfy arm chairs. “You’ve been a million miles away
all day. You were so zoned out during that marketing call, he could
have proposed a million dollar budget increase and you wouldn’t
have noticed a thing.”
“They’re welcome to a million if it gets our
revenue up,” I shoot back. “Maybe I was just bored by their
proposals.”
She laughs, not at all fooled. “Come on,
spill. You know I love some gossip. And you never have any.” She
narrows her eyes. “Huh, I didn’t realize that before now. You’re
so…”
“Discreet?”
“Boring.” She sticks her tongue out, and I
laugh. Since Keely took control of the company, she’s become a good
friend of mine. Closer to a little sister really—and right now,
she’s an annoying one.
“She has to be special, to get you so
distracted,” Keely muses. “Don’t tell me you’re seeing some model
or actress. They’re not your type.”
“What’s my type?” I ask, amused.
“Someone complicated,” Keely decides. “You
need someone to keep you on your toes. Not some girl who follows
your every word like law.”
I hide a smile. Little does she know.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I ask, trying
to change the subject.
She sighs. “Always. And there’s that charity
thing tonight, the casino event? Isabelle’s hosting. I can’t
believe she sent me an invite, I thought she hated me.”
“She doesn’t hate you,” I say without
thinking.
Keely arches an eyebrow.
“I mean, who could hate you?” I cover.
“You’re delightful. When you’re not bugging people about their
personal lives.”
She laughs, finally standing. “OK, OK,
you’re
“And you obeyed me.” I can hear the
satisfaction in his tone. “That’s what I wanted, Isabelle. Not to
deny you your pleasure for the sake of it, but for you to learn
obedience. And you did it beautifully, I’m so proud.”
I feel a glow. “I’m glad,” I whisper. “I
want to please you.”
“And you will.” Cam strokes my cheek. “Now,
you get a reward. Anything you want.”
“Anything?” My heart leaps.
“Yes.” Cam skims his fingertips over my
breasts again, making them ache, heavy with need. “So tell me,
Isabelle, what’s your pleasure?”
“You,” I breathe, already reaching for him.
“I want you. Inside me. Please.”
My hands slip inside his pajamas and close
around Cam’s magnificent cock. His pupils dilate. He lets out a low
groan. I stroke him again, and then he grabs my hand.
“Not tonight.” He pulls me away. “But you’ve
earned your release, my sweet.” Cam slides his hand between my
thighs and thrusts two fingers inside me. He kisses down my body,
back to my wet pussy.
Fuck.
Slowly, he licks up my slit, circling and
sucking on my clit. He laps up against me, the pressure building
with every flick of his tongue. I moan. He opens my lips, licking
the soft folds, while sticking his fingers deep inside me. He curls
them even deeper, and again sucks my clit.
He looks up at me, his gaze tender yet
animalistic. “Now come for me,” he orders, kissing me with a fierce
possession. He thrusts again.
I come, moaning his name over and over and
over. Cam pulses his fingers again and again, riding out my
orgasm.
He spoons me against him again, holding me
tight. And to my surprise, I fall asleep.
TWELVE: CAM
The next day is torture. I try to work at
the office as usual, but my head is miles away: back in the dark
bedroom, gorging on Isabelle’s sweet cunt. God, the look on her
face as she desperately tried to keep from coming. She worked so
hard to please me, and she couldn’t have done better.
My little sub is learning, every day.
“So what’s her name?”
I snap my head up. Keely is in my doorway,
watching me with a smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I
cough, shuffling some paperwork like I wasn’t just fantasizing
about impaling Isabelle on my aching cock.
“Bullshit,” she grins, throwing herself down
in one of my comfy arm chairs. “You’ve been a million miles away
all day. You were so zoned out during that marketing call, he could
have proposed a million dollar budget increase and you wouldn’t
have noticed a thing.”
“They’re welcome to a million if it gets our
revenue up,” I shoot back. “Maybe I was just bored by their
proposals.”
She laughs, not at all fooled. “Come on,
spill. You know I love some gossip. And you never have any.” She
narrows her eyes. “Huh, I didn’t realize that before now. You’re
so…”
“Discreet?”
“Boring.” She sticks her tongue out, and I
laugh. Since Keely took control of the company, she’s become a good
friend of mine. Closer to a little sister really—and right now,
she’s an annoying one.
“She has to be special, to get you so
distracted,” Keely muses. “Don’t tell me you’re seeing some model
or actress. They’re not your type.”
“What’s my type?” I ask, amused.
“Someone complicated,” Keely decides. “You
need someone to keep you on your toes. Not some girl who follows
your every word like law.”
I hide a smile. Little does she know.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I ask, trying
to change the subject.
She sighs. “Always. And there’s that charity
thing tonight, the casino event? Isabelle’s hosting. I can’t
believe she sent me an invite, I thought she hated me.”
“She doesn’t hate you,” I say without
thinking.
Keely arches an eyebrow.
“I mean, who could hate you?” I cover.
“You’re delightful. When you’re not bugging people about their
personal lives.”
She laughs, finally standing. “OK, OK,
you’re
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