by Mills, L. C.
He picked up the glass. “You can have a nice lay in Sunday, here I'll help you drink.” He smiled happily at me as he held the glass out.
I wrapped a hand around the cup, it felt wonderfully cold against my fingers, and allowed him to tip the glass to my lips. It tasted like heaven against my lips and my tongue as it reached my throat it quenched the fire.
“Enough?!” Cameron asked as water dribbled down my chin.
My tongue darted towards the stray water and licked it up. “Uh huh.” I nodded.
“What do you normally do for food on a Sunday out of interest?!” He asked casually as he placed the water down.
I shrugged. “Um, well whatever is in the fridge, or take away, why?!” I wasn't one for cooking special meals just because it was the weekend.
“Why does that not surprise me? Would you like a Sunday roast?!” He beamed a smile at me.
I actually knew what that was, thankfully, my Dad cooked them every now and then, and at Christmas of course so I nodded. “Sure, but you know I don't eat red meat!” Aside from when you coax me into it by feeding me. I grinned, remembering the shard meal as I slipped back down the bed, allowing myself to relax.
“I would do chicken! We could cook a roast, a nice glass of wine and great company can't ask for more on a Sunday!” He made himself comfortable next to me, his arm slipping around my shoulders under the pillow.
I rested my head against his shoulder. I felt so relaxed. I didn't care that we were both naked. I liked the idea of cooking a roast with him. “Sure, I guess I have to go home Sunday! You were meant to stay!” I grinned sleepily.
“You don't have to go! Just stay, I like you being here! I mean we'd both just be alone at opposite ends of London, missing each other and what's the point in that?!”
My eyes closed. Was he asking me to stay?! Did he mean Sunday or for like for longer?! I wanted my mind to wake up and work properly, to figure it out, but I was so tired and sleep was so tempting.
“Mm k.” My breathing levelled off as my eyes snapped shut.
“We'll talk about it tomorrow, my angel, good night, sleep now.” He stroked my hair.
I could feel his fingers in my hair, but all I did was smile as I drifted off to sleep.
chapter 28
I woke up slowly to Cameron kissing my head repeatedly softly.
“Good morning sleepy head.”
I groaned, I didn't want to wake up, I had no idea what the time was but it was Sunday, I knew that much.
“It's 10am! Come on! Time to wake up my angel!” He kissed my head again.
I opened my eyes to find him stood up next to my side of the bed, he was wearing sweat pants, and a hoodie but it was soaked in sweat.
“Oh, hi.” I pulled myself up to sit and stretched my arms above my head. “Have you been exercising?!” I was confused.
He smiled. “I've been for a run around Hyde Park, I figured you wouldn't want to join me and you looked far too angelic to wake up!”
I didn't feel as stiff in my body as I assumed I would have after last night, I was pleased. “Wow like the whole park?!” I didn't like straight forward exercise I much preferred yoga or something like that.
He smirked. “Just a circuit! I'm heading for the shower, could join me if you want?!”
I grinned up at him. “Yeah, okay! I need a shower!” I pushed back the duvet and realised I was still naked from last night. I was a little embarrassed and looked around for my shirt I slept in normally.
“Evan don't be bashful around me! I've seen you naked before and I very much enjoyed sleeping naked next to you last night!”
I grinned at him, it had been nice to fall sleep like that, I just wished I remembered what he'd said before I fell asleep! I knew he'd asked me something, but I didn't recall it now. I slipped out of bed and stood up. “Let's hit the shower!” It was liberating to be naked, free off everything.
As I passed him, he slapped my ass. It wasn't a hard slap, but I felt it nevertheless.
“If you’re gonna slap my ass, you could at least pull my hair too!” I was more than a little annoyed that he'd slapped my ass without asking.
“I couldn't resist it! It was just begging for my hand! But if you want I could pull your hair, as I slap that perfect arse of yours.” He caught up with me, slipping his arm around my middle pulling me against him.
“Don't slap me without asking! It's my body not yours! I know you meant it playfully and regardless of if I liked it or not ask next time!” I wasn't against the idea of a playful ass slap from time to time, but I wasn't having him slap my ass whenever the mood took him. I wasn’t one of his 7, it wouldn’t be tolerated.
His arms twisted around me, the fabric of his hoodie felt warm against my back. “I'm sorry Evan, I shouldn't have done it and if the mood takes me again, I will ask you first!” He dipped his head and kissed my cheek softly.
I grinned. “I don't mind, but just ask, or at least tell me! And you’re all sweaty! Let's go have a shower!”
He let go of me, but linked his fingers through mine. “Noted, and you are quite right, it's your body!” He walked a little ahead.
“So what have you got planned for today?!” I walked behind him into the bathroom.
“Well, after our shower and your breakfast, I was wondering if you wanted to go check out a little music cafe I frequent! They have a BBQ on the weekends sometimes, they play jazz music and it's just really relaxing to sit and chill.” He let go of my hand and pulled his hoodie off over his head, tossing it to one side.
I took a moment to admire his well-toned chest, his perfected abs, and how his hips looked in his sweat pants.
“Like the view?!” He grinned at catching me checking him out. He pushed his sweatpants down so I could see his cock just below the waistband, surrounded by a sprinkling of hair from his happy trail.
I licked my lips. “Yes, I am! And that sounds like heaven! I love music cafes! They always a have a cool vibe!” I didn't need to undress so I wandered off to the shower and turned the dial for the warm water, then the dial for the water.
“It's very successful, but it's one of those places that people only know by name and if you've been you either get taken there by someone that knows it or you find it by accident which means it's never so busy you can't move! I like it that way!” He kicked off his sweatpants and walked over to me.
I smirked. “Do you own it by chance?!” I giggled as I stepped into the shower, it was perfectly warm. The way he had talked about it made me wonder if he did own it, he had quite a few diverse businesses.
He walked in behind me and closed the door. “I do! Its run by a friend of mine, he's very good at being the manager and doing all the stuff I don't have time for! You can meet him today! I've told him to reserve us a table in my favorite corner!”
“Cool, how do you even keep track of all your business activity?!” I laughed. “I struggle to keep records and I only do a few separate things!” I moved into the showers stream of water and wet my hair through.
“I have an accountant my darling! He deals with all of that!”
I felt Cameron behind me as he reached around me for the body wash. “May I wash you?!”
I didn't mind, he'd done a wonderful job in the bath last time. “Sure, okay. Am I aloud to wash you?!” I chewed my lip wondering if he'd let me because last time he been so tense.
“Yes, I would very much like that.” His hands worked on my arms first, carefully spreading the suds up and down my arms, making sure each arm was washed and rinsed clean in turn. I let a breath go finding it relaxing.
“You're very good at this!”
He chuckled. “It's a service exclusively to you only!” His hands moved to wash my chest, taking time over my breasts, pampering me.
“Mm, well, I'm glad it's limited to only me!” I grinned, feeling happy that he'd never done this with anyone else. I was also smug that Miss A-line skirt never got to see him lik
e this.
“And always will be a club of two!”
I closed my eyes as his hands swept up and down my legs. I hadn't expected him to do that, he was kneeling just behind me. I suppressed a moan as his hands reached the apex of my thighs, then swept over to massage my butt.
“Oh wow. This service is great!” I was a little worried how he would let me wash him, last time I'd only had access to his arms and chest, it made me nervous.
“All clean.” He stood back up and kissed my right shoulder just above my burn.
I smiled. “Thank you, how would you like me to wash you?! I don't wanna over step your comfort boundaries!” I turned around to face him. I figured it was best to ask given how he'd been last time.
His face went blank for a while before he handed me over the sponge. “Just do my chest and arms this time, I'll get better as time passes I promise!” He gave me a shy smile, his eyes reflecting his embarrassment that he still couldn't give up too much control to me.
I nodded. “Baby, you don't gotta explain yourself! I know you have boundary issues with having me wash you, it's nothing to be embarrassed about!” I smiled brightly at him.
He sighed. “But I hate it! The thing is Evan, even as a kid, I hated people touching me! I didn't even like my Nanny helping me dress! I was a very capable child!” He breathed heavily out of his nose. “I had to be.” He swallowed, making his adam's apple bob up and down and I listened transfixed.
“I bathed alone from the age of 7! For reasons I won’t burden you with, as I grew up and matured into sexual activities I would physically cringe if the other person touched me! I hated being touched physically. It got so bad I avoided sex of any type for a long time! That's why the rowing was so good for me because it was physically exhausting! In part, it's why I run each morning!
You see I didn't like sex in the traditional way either, it just never really did it for me! I have a very high sex drive and I work out to eliminate some of those needs! I ended up seeing a therapist in the end! It links back to never really having had a family that was touchy with each other, my parents didn't hug or kiss us we just got on with it! My Mother wasn't maternal and my father was all just big speeches and pats on the back but not much else! I never learnt that touching or hugging was okay, that people did that because they loved each other.
I grew up with very little love and a lot of confused feelings. When I used to see my friends hugging their parents, I thought it was abnormal! But I met someone when out in the states who introduced me a new scene, and I explored a way of sex that I was comfortable with that awakened my desire! By contracting partners I never had to worry about them wanting to touch me, because it was written into it that they didn't do that, also it eliminated them wanting more than what I was willing to give them!” His eyes became dark, almost hooded as he looked at me.
“I also used sex to get what I wanted sometimes too, I knew I was good at fucking and I'm not always proud of what I did, but business was business so if I had to I would tie their hands, so they couldn't touch me!”
He closed his eyes and picked up my left hand, placing it over his heart.
I was trying to take it all in, trying to make sense of what he was confessing. He'd never been this open with me before. What were the issues he didn’t want to burden me with?! I would happily have been burdened if it helped me understand.
“Angel, please understand you're the only woman who I've ever felt comfortable with touching me! Whom I've craved a touch from, whom I actually feel totally comfortable with and I'm learning that it's good, that I like being touched but just by you! I hope maybe that explains why I'm still working my way up to everything else!” He let a breath go, he looked terrified that he had actually opened up to me. Maybe he was scared I would run from him. I was in way too deep to even think about that, I needed him as much as he needed me, we needed each other. We fixed each other.
For the first time I felt like I was seeing Cameron, the little chinks in his cold armour starting to fall away. It was a lot for me to take in, I wanted to ask questions but I wasn't sure he'd tell me the answers though. It didn't surprise me that he'd grown up without being shown what normal healthy family love was! If how his sister acted was anything to go on then no wonder she'd ended up with an eating disorder and he had developed some kinda sexual issues as a teenager that rolled into adulthood, but something bothered me more than anything else, the fact he'd tied their hands! Had he done that to Erin?! Alarm bells started going off in my head, not because I didn't like the idea, but because I wasn't capable of giving up that amount of control to anybody, it was a massive trigger for me.
“Did you always tie your partner’s hands?! You've never done that to me!” I studied him.
He nodded, confirming it. “Sometimes, it's not just to stop them touching me, that's the bonus, but it can actually increase the pleasure for the other person! That's why before you, I always had a contracted partner, I am, well was their top and they were my bottom! Because they knew right from the get go what was expected and I knew what they were okay with doing.”
I took a huge breath in. “Do you want to tie my hands up too?!” I wasn't sure I could agree to that and I hoped he hadn't been working his way up to asking me that.
He stroked his hands down both my arms and shook his head. “No, Evan I don't want to ever tie you up, one because I have found that I crave your touch and two because it would trigger your anxiety and that would be massively irresponsible of me, but there are elements we could try that doesn't require you to he tied up, please don't look scared of me.” His eyes filled with concern as he took a step away from me.
I knew it took everything he had to actually step away from me, leaving me an exit to run, but it meant a lot to me he'd given me space to breath.
I felt relief flood my mind, as long as he wasn't wanting to tie me up I didn't care, I could work everything else out, but something did cross my mind and I wondered if I dare ask him, but he seemed to be open to talking at the moment but he had an annoying habit of closing down conversations but I sucked it up and went for it. “This whole scene you got into was it BDSM? Where your contracted partners like submissives cause isn’t a top essentially just a dominant and well they have subs so?!” I shrugged. “Only you said you liked sex as hot as I could handle it! Was that what you were gonna talk to me about?!”
His eyebrows shot up. “I'm not even gonna ask how you know about Subs and all that, but what I like borders some elements of BDSM! I am more into kink, it's far too long winded for me to explain to you in the shower in any details, but Kink just means I like things differently than doing the same thing over and over like most couples do! I like lots of different elements that we can explore as a couple, that’ll be new for me too, but I will explain later on in more detail for you! Some people think that it's bad if you like experimenting with sex but it's not! The only thing I would ask of you is to have an open mind about sex!”
I nodded slightly annoyed he’d avoided the questions about tops and bottoms. “Okay, well, I've heard of kink too! I'm almost 21 and don't look at me like I was some innocent, that's never wanted to explore sex! I'm willing to listen to you! I mean what we did last night was hardly vanilla was it! Not many men like not being in control! So I guess you aren't a dominant?!” I wanted him to actually answer me, he was actually quite bossy but I wasn't sure that Erin had been a sub not the way she acted around him, I shook her from my mind as I started to wash his arms, being careful how I touched him. I liked that we were talking, it was good for us to be open with each other, for us to work properly he had to be open more.
“Mm you actually know what vanilla means don't you darling?! And no I was a top most of the time, but none of that is relevant to us, we share who is top and who is bottom as you showed me last night!” He closed his eyes and smiled. He wasn't tense like last time I had washed him, he was relaxed this time and I grinned as I washed his chest. I felt a sense of achievemen
t that I was the only woman he had ever liked to touch him. I guessed top meant pretty much the same thing, but I would ask him later, right now I didn't care overly. It also meant he was actually enjoying some elements of a vanilla relationship probably for the first time in his life. Surely, regardless of his kinky tendencies which, if I was honest, I had noticed showing more than once already, was a good thing! Wasn’t it?!
“Oh angel, how did I survive all this time without you?!” He let a happy sigh out.
I chuckled. “I dunno, but I think we both just muddled through life until we found each other! I'm thankful that you've opened up to me, it's in the vault!” I grinned up at him.
He laughed freely. “Yes, I rather think we did muddle through life fated to meet each other! Also, I agree with you last night was wonderful! You where spectacular! Next time I'll blindfold you! It'll make a big difference to what you feel!” His eyes were bright alight with the promise.
I didn't mind the idea of being blindfolded. “Well, I think I'm gonna have to start working out again before I even try being top again, I was exhausted after that!” I grinned as I finished washing him.
“I am sure with practice you'll get used to it, thank you for washing me, may I wash your hair?! Also, I love the honey color now! It feels nicer now all the bleached bits are gone!” He reached over for the shampoo with a smile on his face.
I grinned. “Yeah, it was so damaged it needed cutting! At least now I can grow it again and sure!” I turned around so he could get access to my hair.
“Also, do you remember we spoke about me getting your UK driver’s license sorted out?!” He paused as he tipped my head back and massaged the shampoo into my scalp, making it hard for me to concentrate.
“Oh, uh yeah!” I did vaguely recall him saying he knew someone that would help but he'd not mentioned it since.
“Well, I took the liberty of having it sorted out for you! It’s waiting for you in the kitchen! I hope you don't mind.” His fingers ran through the lengths of my hair working any tangles out.