“One, two!” she nearly shouted.
By the time Cameron reached twelve strokes from the paddle, Olivia was moaning and lifting up into the blows while writhing against the pillow.
“Do not come, Olivia,” he crooned. “If you get yourself off, I will stake you out and bring you to the edge over and over but will not release you. Your clit will be so swollen and tender that it will hurt to cover it for days.”
“Please, Cameron. Please, Sir.”
He rubbed her red bottom and spread the heat, jostling the bottle as he did so. She moaned and whimpered.
“Three more, honey. Brace yourself.”
Cameron spread her legs further apart and brought the paddle up between her legs to smack her pussy three times in succession. Olivia shrieked and came. Cameron grinned and then wiped it from his face. She would know she had sealed her fate and accept what was to come next, once she came down from her orgasm. He tossed the paddle and pulled her up to rest her back against his chest, his mouth unerringly finding that sweet spot on her neck, sucking and branding her as she leaned into him. He slipped his hands down to knead her breasts, and she whimpered.
He helped her from bed and took her to use the bathroom and freshen up. When she emerged, looking wild and beautiful with her hair a cloud around her face, her lips swollen from biting them, she allowed him to push her down gently to the blanket on the carpet where the ropes waited. She had tensed but said nothing.
“I’m going to restrain you, Olivia,” he informed her. “You will be helpless and unable to stop anything I choose to do to you for your pleasure. You have your safe word.”
Cameron could smell her arousal as her pussy gushed and dampened the inside of her thighs. Having her choice taken away and the ability to protect herself removed had made Olivia hot and aroused. Cameron reminded himself to use the seduction of words, expressions, and suggestions more frequently with her. She responded so nicely. He tied her ankles off to the feet of the bed and then her wrists to the legs of the heavy armoire. When he was finished, she was stretched and tied before him like some pagan sacrifice, her breasts raised for his touch, her nipples already beading and thrusting, her pussy spread and exposed. He yearned to push into her mouth again, to have that same experience as earlier, but there were other things to do. He started by sucking her sensitive nipples into his mouth, elongating them into little points. He quickly reached for the pins that had secured Olivia’s hair at dinner and clamped her nipples with them. She had bowed up from the floor as much as the ropes would allow and sobbed through the pain, but her golden eyes were glazed with passion and signaled to him that the pleasure/pain had transferred straight to her clit. He held a remaining pin up for her to see, spread it apart, and then ran its plastic-coated feet down between her breasts, over her belly, around her navel, and then stopped right at the top of her slit.
He lowered his head to her apex and with his tongue teased her pleasure button right out of its surrounding flesh. When he had it standing up, alert and pulsing, he sucked it through the end of the hairpin, effectively compressing the little bundle of nerves to both delay and heighten Olivia’s orgasm. She shrieked and panted, thrashing her head from side to side and her lips parted as she took in a breath. Cameron knew she was about to say her safe word and lunged up to kiss her senseless. When he took his mouth from hers, he knew that the worst of the erotic pain at her breasts and pussy had become quite tolerable. He blessed his experience, because Olivia was benefiting from it.
“Are you all right, Olivia?”
She moaned in reply, and Cameron waited for a clearer response, watching her eyes open and try to focus. Olivia had slipped away far sooner than he could have believed, and he once again blessed his luck. Their encounter was fated, their connection like a drug. “Yes, Sir.”
Cameron licked and kissed every inch of Olivia that he could reach, avoiding her breasts and sex. By the time he got to her nipples she was alternately begging and threatening him, but he took his time, gently laving the clamped tips and blowing cool air across them before releasing them. She screamed at him and fought the ropes when he kissed down her body and explored her pussy in minute detail. He spread her dripping folds with his thumbs and nuzzled and licked every crevice while lapping at the juices that poured from her. He stroked her perineum with his tongue, using ghostlike touches until her thighs shook with stress, and then turned his attention to her opening. He pushed two fingers inside and curled up to find her G-spot, feeling her clamp and clench on the digits. He could feel the bottle in her anus and reached to fuck her with it while he stroked his fingers in her vagina in tandem. She moaned with the double penetration, but her face was wet with tears of frustration, and he knew he couldn’t make her wait much longer. It was time. He pulled out of her pussy and brought his cupped palm down on Olivia’s exposed clit twice, hard, and then shoved his cock into her weeping opening, bemoaning, if for a split second, the thin layer of latex that was between them. Olivia’s echoing shrieks as he punished her clit spurred him on, and he pulled back then pushed forward with ever-increasing power to his thrusts until he was lodged in her as deep as he could go. He leaned down to rest his forehead against hers, and their gazes locked. He rolled and ground his hips, creating friction against her G-spot and rubbing the base of his cock against her clit. Olivia began to shake, and he slipped his hand between them to pop off the pin from her engorged nub.
“Come for me!” he commanded.
She shattered around him, milking him, straining to take him with her. Cameron managed to free her nipples and let himself release when she came again, hard on the heels of the first orgasm, although without the same intensity. His temples throbbed with the force of his climax, and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Olivia’s body went limp beneath him and he moved to take some of his weight from her, pressing a kiss on her open mouth as he did so. Her eyes fluttered open and looked deep into his again. He read something in hers that made him flinch before her lashes veiled her thoughts. Cameron reached to free her, wondering why his gut told him releasing her was a bad idea. But her wrists and ankles were red and chafed, and he needed to take care of her, just as soon as he could breathe normally again.
* * * *
Olivia once again stood docilely in the shower while he removed the bottle from her anus and cleansed her body, but there was a tenseness about her that warned him. He cared for her tenderly, murmuring praise and encouragement as he did so, but she did not fully relax.
“What’s going on, honey?” he finally asked, although reluctant to distract from the past hours of pleasure.
Olivia shrugged. “I’m tired and sore, Cameron.”
He used his Dom look and tone on her. “There’s something going on with you, Olivia. I won’t let you hide from me.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Cameron. I need to sleep. I have a full day tomorrow and I don’t do business well when I’m tired. If you recall, I need a new security-system provider.”
Cameron recognized the dig for what it was. She was trying to put him in his place, and he was too tired to spank her ass. He tried verbal communication instead. He wrapped her in a towel and held her by her shoulders. “I’ll do your system, Olivia. You know that.”
“Actually, Cameron, I fired you if you recall. I don’t work with people I, uh, have sex with, so that means you aren’t hired back on.”
“Okay, Olivia. But I’ll check the work. I want you to be safe.”
Olivia pulled from his grasp and walked away from him. She spoke over her shoulder. “Thanks, but it’ll be fine.”
Cameron stood alone in the bathroom, dripping on the mat, and pondered. She was pulling that “queen of England” act again and he was going to tan her bottom for it later. That they were both exhausted and needed to rest, he knew. But Olivia was withdrawing from him and he didn’t like it, nor did he understand. He now knew her intimately, far more intimately than her husband ever had, but she held secrets. He neede
d to puzzle them out, because with his desire for her temporarily sated, he was getting a very different picture of Olivia. She had told him many things with her body, given him some hints, and they were going to talk, so that once he had the answers, he could better meet her needs. He ran a towel over his body and went in search of his sub.
* * * *
“Where are you going?”
Olivia jumped at Cameron’s tone as she smoothed her dress down over her hips. She turned to face him, letting her eyes drift over his naked body. Her traitorous pussy moistened, and her nipples pebbled, but she strengthened her resolve. She was totally angry with this man and needed time to think it through, to process it. Maybe it was irrational, but she was fighting an incredibly strong urge to smack him up alongside the head and kick him when he fell down, then jump on his cock and impale herself. She was both exhilarated and annoyed that he had unleashed her sexuality and given her such pleasure, albeit accompanied by some discomfort and erotic pain, which, if she was totally honest with herself, had made that pleasure even better. But most of all she was angry with herself for agreeing to spend this night with him. Because she wasn’t sure she could go back to being Olivia Foster, and tonight had been merely an interlude for Cameron. What had he called it? An experiment. A fling. Oh, he would want another day or two with her, until he could fuck her ass. She wasn’t stupid. She knew his intent. And then there would be nothing new, nothing to conquer. He had spoken of all his casual subs, and she was damned if she would ever fit that description. Olivia Foster was nothing like casual. She felt tears prick at her eyes and impatiently forced them back.
“I’m going to try and get to my hotel room without anyone seeing me and realizing that I’ve been out all night doing God knows what,” she retorted, watching Cameron’s face darken.
“I want you to stay with me today,” he said.
“And I don’t want to,” she replied.
Cameron stalked toward her, his cock filling and rising toward his belly. Olivia dragged her eyes from it and put up a hand.
“Red light.”
Cameron froze, and Olivia was transported back to the childhood game. What was next? Mother May I? Tag? Cameron Says? She fought a hysterical laugh and shook her head. She was simply overtired and overwhelmed.
“I’m done, Cameron. It was intense, and thanks.”
She picked up her purse, minus the mascara, and let herself out the door. She heard a muffled curse and something hit the door with a crack, and she ran to the elevator and pounded on the button. However, Cameron respected that safe word, and she got to her room without incident. Her clothes went into a laundry bag, and she fell into the big bed without turning out the little bedside lamp. Exhaustion swallowed her up like a frog licks a fly into its belly, and she knew nothing more.
Chapter Six
Olivia awoke to pounding on her hotel room door. She blearily looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was just after ten. She was tired, and sore. Surely she didn’t have to get up so they could clean the room! She pulled the pillow over her head, but the pounding continued. Then she heard her name being called. It was Cameron. So much for holding him at bay with a safe word. She felt her anger swell and inspire her. She jumped out of bed, slightly disconcerted to find herself naked, and grabbed her robe from the chair. Its fine material swathed her and minimized the chafe on her nipples. Even so, she winced because it reminded her of the incredible sensations she had experienced the night before for the first time ever. She marched to the door with greater purpose and opened it on the chain. Cameron’s angry face was framed in the narrow opening, and she involuntarily stepped back for an instant before again being swamped with annoyance.
“What do you want?” she nearly shouted.
“Let me in, Olivia. I’ve waited six hours for you to rest. We need to talk.”
“I’m not ready to talk to you, Cameron. I’ll let you know when I am,” she retorted, and tried to close the door. Cameron simply leaned on it and she found to her frustration that she couldn’t budge it.
“Back off,” she snapped.
“I’m not going anywhere until we talk, honey,” he insisted. “Let me in.”
“No. Or is that a word you aren’t familiar with?” Olivia itched to smack him.
Cameron smiled at her, and the look was nearly feral. Olivia’s breath hitched and her sex awoke, preparing for him. Damn it. The previous night’s education had opened up doors to things she hadn’t known existed. But she wasn’t going to consider it an initiation. Cameron wasn’t a club, or at least not one she was inclined to belong to.
“I don’t think you understand, Olivia,” he advised her, “I won’t hear that word from you. It’s not part of our vocabulary.”
“I used that safe word,” Olivia retorted. “Now go away.”
“And I told you I would stop and then we would discuss it. So let me in and that’s what we’ll do.”
Olivia walked away and headed into the bathroom. She turned on the fan and then the water in the sink to mask his voice. He could shout through the crack in the door if he chose and hopefully hotel staff and guests would see him. They could deal with him. He could explain. She slammed the bathroom door and began to wash up. Her nipples and privates were really tender and she whimpered a little, glad that no one could hear her. She had applied light makeup and was in the process of brushing out her hair when the door swung open and Cameron stood in the doorway.
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?” she nearly screamed at him, reaching for her robe to cover herself as she did so.
Cameron grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him, tossing the robe back into the bedroom. It was forgotten, and the hairbrush clattered to the floor when his mouth descended upon hers. Olivia fought to keep her wits about her and might have succeeded except Cameron deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to duel with hers. It felt like her very soul was being taken, and she found herself relaxing into him, allowing him to take her weight. She didn’t resist when he picked her up and cradled her against his chest, never taking his mouth from hers. He carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed, only then releasing her lips. She felt weak and overwhelmed. Her eyes filled with tears, and she fought against them. It wasn’t fair that he would do this to her, steal her will and make her want things she shouldn’t.
“It’s okay, honey,” Cameron murmured. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
He stretched out beside her and stroked her from breast to thigh, and his eyes darkened with desire until he saw her nipples.
“Oh, Olivia, here…”
Cameron jumped up and reached for a sack on the dresser. He extricated a tube, twisted the top off, and poked it open with the pointed end. Olivia watched as he squeezed a little of the clear gel out and applied it to first one nipple, then the other. She hissed at the cold and then relaxed as the soreness diminished.
“I should have had this for you last night, honey. I didn’t think I would push you as far as I did. Except you were ready for it.”
Cameron’s face flushed, probably at the memory of her readiness. A gentleman wouldn’t remind her of that, damn him. She was used to gentlemen. Andrew had been a gentleman. Cameron had turned her world upside down, and it wasn’t comfortable. Olivia’s temper flared again. He was so darn presumptuous. It was like he really knew what she needed. Except he did. She had totally embraced the sex, the domination. He had known and had given it to her, and now wanted to give her more. But she wasn’t going to let him entice her, ensnare her with pleasure. Because he would break her heart, for now she totally knew what it was she was would lose when he left her again. If she could make him go away, she might find it elsewhere and keep her heart intact. She made to push herself up.
“Spread your legs.”
Cameron’s deep voice nearly made her comply. God, she was so weak.
“No,” she managed to say.
“Olivia, I want to look at your clit. It must be sore, hone
y, and I’ll put some gel on it.”
“Leave the gel and I’ll do it myself,” she replied. “Just leave period, Cameron. How did you get in here anyway?”
Cameron lowered his bulk over her and pinned her with his weight. “You’ll have to get a new security chain, honey. You really didn’t think that would keep me out?”
Olivia cut her eyes to the doorframe and gasped at the sight of raw, splintered wood where the brass screws had once held the chain secure.
“Good grief, Cameron! How am I supposed to explain that?” She raged.
“Get off of me.”
“Let me take care of your clit,” came his determined response.
Olivia fumed and then nodded. She had never thought of herself as a violent person, ever, but he was bringing something out in her that she had never felt before. She wanted him to control her even as she resisted. Her body totally responded to his approach. Yet she wanted to punch him, bite him, and kick him and have him respond. Never had she felt so alive. She was clearly insane.
Cameron moved to sit beside her hip, and Olivia inched her legs apart.
“Wider, honey, like you did for me last night,” he urged.
Blood rushed to her face, and Olivia both cringed and thrilled to the memory and the fact that she was once again naked, on a bed, with Cameron. She spread wide and he shifted to bend her knees up, placing her feet flat on the bed. He gently spread her folds near the top of her sex and his eyes narrowed a bit.
“It will be okay in a little while, Olivia,” he assured her. “I won’t apologize for tormenting you, but I need to take care of you afterward better than I did.”
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