Enthrall Climax

by Vanessa Fewings

  She’d prefer this to the sting of a whip. Pure ecstasy would help Mia expose her truth.

  I gave a nod. “We will remain like this until the optimal goal is achieved.”

  “Goal?”

  “You will master the art of sensual meditation.”

  She exhaled in a rush, her nervousness rising.

  “Let’s begin with the basic Chakra.” I tapped her clit and she shuddered with arousal. “I need you to relax. We will remain bound together with me inside you. This will continue well into the night. So relax and give yourself over entirely.”

  Her eyes met mine in the mirror. “Can I come?”

  “As many times as you like, but you must follow the rule.”

  She waited for me to share it.

  “Mia, only I say when the session is over.”

  VAGUELY, I RECALLED CAMERON TELLING me about the seven Chakras.

  Something about wheels of energy in the body, something about the first one being called Muladhara, and it was meant to make me feel safe. The next one inspired creativity, though I couldn’t recall its name—I’d already drifted into nothingness.

  Cameron had explained Number Seven, which was something about enlightenment, and I’d whimpered through my third orgasm wondering how I was going to endure any more. His cock was so hard and deep inside me I felt like I’d been impaled by a sex God. I suppose I had in many ways.

  Glancing at our reflection, I could see that I’d soaked him right down to his balls. His eyes were shut and he looked like he was out of it. He reached around my waist and began stroking my clit with very slow circles and I wanted to tell him this wasn’t fair. In rebellion, I reached low to massage his balls.

  “Hands behind your back, Mia.”

  I obeyed and my thighs shuddered in rebellion. I tried rhythm squeezing around his cock to hurry him along. It made no difference other than sending me over the edge again, and I whimpered through another climax.

  Our reflection could have been considered a modern masterpiece—the kind you see in those foreign galleries where people aren’t ashamed of their own bodies. The twinkling gems and the way the chains dangled over us both cast an erotic scene. Maybe that was why Cameron had kept his eyelids closed, and me being a newbie, I had stared at my pussy like an amateur.

  After what felt like well over an hour had melted away, I was so gone and slightly sore from the multiples, I burst out, “It was a photo.”

  He opened his eyes. “Of?”

  “You and Shay.”

  “Where?”

  “In a dungeon. I think it was taken this morning.”

  He gave a nod.

  Even though I suspected it was true, seeing him acknowledge it hurt.

  Cameron wrapped his arms around my shoulders and groaned, his hips pumping as he came hard, shuddering against me, yelling his pleasure and shooting his heat inside me.

  Afterwards, he held me for a minute and then worked to release the catches that bound us, lifting me off him. My legs buckled when I tried to stand and he caught me and laid me on the bed.

  I curled up onto my side, spent and sated. “What happens now?”

  “We sleep.”

  Snuggling against his warm body, I let out a sigh of happiness. He pulled up a fur throw to cover us, and the dreamy warmth had me drifting off.

  Stirring awake, I realized I’d not moved from this position for what must have been hours. I wanted to stay like this forever and savor every second, with my head resting on his chest as it rose and fell, his scent filling my senses. My sex throbbed with a delicious ache from having him inside for such a long time. How he’d lasted so long I didn’t know.

  His fingers played with my hair, making my scalp tingle. He opened an eye to look down at me, smiling with contentment. Our love burned brightly, and I knew it would endure for a lifetime if we trusted in each other.

  “What do you want for your birthday?” he said, finally breaking the silence.

  “I have everything I need.”

  “That’s a trap. I’m not falling for it.”

  I raised my head off his chest. “Surprise me, then.”

  “Okay, I’ll buy you one of everything.”

  “Silly.”

  “We should go somewhere.” He inhaled a thoughtful breath. “Paris, maybe? Or Italy?”

  “I would love that.”

  “We could always sneak into Il Segreto Casa.”

  “What is that?”

  “A private club, much like Chrysalis, but it’s in Milan. You and I have an open invitation. Scarlet’s a member.”

  “Sounds wonderful.”

  “It’s very much like the Carnival of Venice. The masquerade masks are exquisite and the parties are legendary.”

  “Have you ever been?”

  “That’s a very personal question.”

  I tickled him and he squirmed beside me, grabbing my hands and holding them together at the wrists.

  “You have.” I tried to pull free.

  “I might have popped in for a Prosecco.” Seeing my confusion, he added, “A glass of wine.”

  “Do people fuck in front of each other there?”

  “Can’t remember.” He laughed when I slapped his arm. “Hey, that’s spousal abuse.”

  “We’re not married yet.”

  “It won’t be long now, and then you’ll have to get used to walking with a ball and chain around your ankle.”

  This was good…he was still talking about us being married, and it gave me the hope I needed.

  He played with a lock of my hair. “You’ve already chained my heart, Mia.”

  “I love you so much.” I broke my gaze from his because his dark stare was too much to bear. “Sometimes it scares me.”

  “What scares you about it?”

  “It’s all so perfect.”

  “Well, as long as you’re not scared of me.”

  Dragging my teeth over my bottom lip, I gave him a look that hinted I still felt some wariness. There was more to Cameron than he’d shown me. I knew this from the tales Scarlet and Richard had shared. Or that rumor that had reached me of his infamous time at Chrysalis with Richard and Shay in tow. That legendary night when he’d revenge-fucked those pretty subs to get over McKenzie’s betrayal in the Harrington Suite.

  He tipped up my chin. “I scare you?”

  “You’re unpredictable.”

  “How so?”

  “That thing we just did.” I bravely held his gaze. “Being able to hold off for as long as you do. You know so much about everything.”

  “How did you feel when Shay dressed you in my jewelry?”

  “Aroused.”

  “You begged me to take it darker.”

  I nodded and rested my head on his chest. “I was aroused for hours.”

  His hand slid between my thighs and he cupped my sex, his fingers caressing me there, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. “I’m a very generous master, Mia. Nothing gives me more pleasure than knowing you’re wet because of me.”

  “That was mild compared to what you really do, right?”

  “Small steps.” He grabbed my chin with a flash of power and a shudder of arousal flooded through me.

  “Go stand in the corner.”

  I pushed myself up so I was sitting on my knees. “Why?”

  “Do it.”

  Shoving myself off the bed, I padded over to the corner and faced it, my humiliation growing, and yet what followed was a stark arousal I couldn’t ignore.

  “Hands behind your back, Mia.” The sound of his voice revealed he was coming closer.

  He reached around and placed the tip of his finger on my clit, caressing it in a circular motion, causing me to lose my balance. I brought my hands around and rested my palms on the wall.

  “Your cunt is always wet for me,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Yes.” His circles were agonizingly slow, a cruel tease that would bring me to orgasm and have me standing here riding through it for ages.
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  How my sex was even ready to go again I couldn’t fathom, after our marathon session a few hours ago. Maybe this was why he’d insisted we sleep.

  His breath brushed my ear. “The photo of me and Shay showed nothing. Because nothing happened.”

  “Why am I punished for it?”

  “You thrive under punishment.” His hand slid down my back. “Stick your ass out for me.”

  I obeyed, sensing that he’d stepped back from me a little.

  He spanked my cheek but it only stung a little. “You’re being punished for not showing me the photo the second I walked in.”

  “Why were you in that dungeon?”

  “To get Shay out.” He gave an exasperated sigh. “He joined The Dionysus Club.”

  “Someone is going to try and blackmail you?” I glanced back at him to see if he was going to spank me again.

  Instead, his palm caressed my butt with affection. “Go get the photo.” He delivered another spank.

  I ran over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, rummaging through my underwear until I was able to fish out the picture. I brought it back to him.

  He stared down at it with a frown.

  “What if they publish it?” I wrapped my arms around his waist.

  “That won’t happen. They know I could cause a lot of mayhem.”

  “So why did they give it to me?”

  “They want to tear us apart, Mia.” He gave a shrug. “They know you’re my weak spot.”

  “That’s why we have to trust each other.”

  “Exactly, and if you ever get something like this again,” he said, tapping the photo, “you show it to me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry it hurt you.” He gave me an affectionate smile. “Hungry? I need to feed you. Tame the monster.”

  My chin crashed onto his bicep. “Starving.”

  “I’ve booked us a table at Casa Cole.” Seeing my puzzled frown, he added, “I’ll cook, okay? Let’s stay in.”

  “Thank you for understanding.”

  “Forgive and reset. That’s the only way we’re going to make it, Mia.” He reached into the closet and grabbed a T-shirt off a hanger, pulled it on and then grabbed his boxer shorts. “Put your PJs on.”

  He scooped me into his arms, causing me to squeal with laughter, and then flung me back onto the bed.

  I bounced on the mattress. “How do you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Make everything okay?” A few hours ago my world was falling apart and now I was swooning.

  “Turn around,” his voice rasped.

  I rolled onto all fours and raised my butt in the air.

  His palm came down hard on it. “I’m half tempted to eat you for dinner.”

  My solar plexus tingled. “I want you to.”

  “Hold that thought. I have to make a call.”

  I pushed myself up and questioned him with a wary stare.

  “My mom.” He rolled his eyes. “We need to find out who the cake came from. I suspect it was from The Dionysus Club, but I have to be certain.”

  Quickly, I rummaged around in the dresser and found my silk PJs.

  Padding into the bathroom, I washed myself and then tackled my knotted hair. Sex with Cole played havoc on my locks.

  “Mia!” Cameron called from the kitchen.

  I found him at the central island mixing ingredients in a bowl. “I’m making crêpes,” he said. “I’m craving sweets. Sound okay?”

  “Sounds perfect.” I reached for the bunch of bananas and peeled two off, then found a chopping board and a knife.

  The cake was gone.

  “What did your mom say?” I sliced into a banana.

  “Didn’t come from her.” He shrugged. “Not really her style. She’s more of a cupcake kind of gal.” He grinned.

  This was him trying to make me feel better, because whoever had sent the cake had meant it as a threat. Perhaps they’d just wanted to prove they could get inside our home.

  “Do you think it’s poisoned?” I held my breath waiting for his answer.

  Cameron poured us two glasses of wine. “Which would make it no different than your cooking.” He winked.

  “Hey.”

  It sounded like Shay had taken it off to be tested. Maybe they’d be able to pull fingerprints, too, I mused.

  “Grab the cream, please.” He stirred the batter in a white marble bowl.

  I brought it over to him. “Do you trust me?”

  He turned to face me, putting the spatula down. His gaze flitted over to the can of cream in my hand. “This is getting interesting.”

  “Close your eyes.” My gaze narrowed. “Keep them closed.”

  He squeezed his eyelids shut and smirked. “Okay.”

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  “Like a submissive?”

  “Kinda.”

  “Fuck, no.”

  “It’ll be more fun.”

  “How about this?” He stretched out his arms along the central island and leaned back a little.

  Kneeling before him, I sensed he knew what I was about to do, but either way this was too fun a game not to play. I pulled out the waistband of his boxers and squirted cream down and around his groin.

  Then I fell back onto the floor, laughing wildly.

  Cameron was staring at his cock with amusement. “Mia,” his tone was seductive.

  Kneeling before him, I stared into his gorgeous chestnut eyes. “Yes, sir?” My hand reached for his waistband.

  He slapped it away.

  “I’m going to…you know.”

  “You’ll have to be more specific.” His expression was unreadable.

  “I’m going to lick it off.”

  “You’ll need permission.”

  I ran the tip of my tongue along my top lip suggestively. “I can never have enough of you,” I said breathlessly.

  “How can I refuse? I’m all yours.”

  I moved in to savor him, mouth wide as my lips wrapped around his formidable shaft, tasting the delicious mixture of cream and Cole and me. He still tasted of me.

  THEY SAY RIGHT BEFORE AN earthquake nature becomes unsettled—detecting the imminent devastation that was to come from invisible ripples. Yet during those quiet seconds before the chaos begins everything feels perfect.

  Which was why I was wary of this happiness.

  Work was fantastic, my shares were skyrocketing, Mia seemed content again, and I was getting in some big brother time with Henry that’d we’d desperately needed—and for a change I was winning this Sunday afternoon squash match. He had booked a court at the Greenwich Country Club and this time we’d both been able to make it.

  Another squash ball came flying at me, though this one struck my chest. I stepped back and drew in a sharp breath. That hurt.

  If my brother needed any evidence that my skills had gotten rusty this was it, though he didn’t laugh. I preferred tennis, but this was Henry’s thing and so I’d caved. Spending time with him was worth the assault.

  His racket fell to his side. “Why did you stop?”

  Because I was hit by a ball going one hundred miles per hour, asshole. “Need a second.”

  “You’re getting old, Cole.”

  “Trying to keep up with you.”

  He grinned. “Let’s take a break.”

  “Sure.” I leaned against the wall and gently rubbed my chest.

  “There’s something I want to talk with you about.” Henry had turned serious.

  My gesture told him I was open to it.

  “I’ve always known I have a kinky brother.” He smirked. “I saw those books at Uni you didn’t bother to hide.”

  “I admit to a penchant for the extraordinary.”

  His smile faded. “Tell me you never held Mia captive in a dungeon?”

  Those words sliced through the air with a deadly tone. I hesitated and ran through what was safe to share. That sounded more like an accusation of wrongdoing than an in
quiry.

  “Cam, tell me you didn’t.”

  It was best not to answer the potentially explosive question.

  He came at me fast and shoved me back against the wall, pinning me there. “Tell me.”

  “Henry!”

  “Did you keep her locked up at Chrysalis?”

  “What brought this on?” I broke free and stepped away from him. “This is not what you think.”

  “What is it then?”

  “Who have you been speaking with?” I ran through all the possible friends who could have betrayed me; so few knew.

  “That sounds like a yes to me.”

  “Has Shay been whispering in your ear?”

  “I’m protecting my source. I thought you were going to damn well deny it.” He closed his eyes and then opened them again to glare at me. “If Richard was dating Mia, how come you ended up with her?”

  From his tone I could tell he already knew the answer, so lying would be a bad move. “I trained her as a submissive for him.”

  “Are you shitting me?”

  “I’ve pulled back on this lifestyle,” I said, throwing my racket down.

  The match was over.

  “Cameron, help me out here. I need to get my head around this.”

  “Ask me anything you want.”

  “I’m not even sure if I want that stuff in my head.” He pointed at me. “You don’t deserve her. If you treat Mia like that ever again you will answer to me.”

  Running my fingers through my hair, I worked through how best to respond. A week ago I’d stood at the foot of the bed and felt a drastic change come over me. My BDSM days were potentially over, so us having this conversation now felt like old news.

  “What kind of psychological damage have you done?”

  “Henry, please.” I stepped toward him. “Tell me who’s been saying these things to you.”

  He stormed off without looking back.

  “We need to talk about this,” I called after him.

  He paused in the doorway. “I don’t know you at all.”

  I watched him go.

  Henry wouldn’t know, couldn’t know, that I’d saved Richard’s life with these techniques. Hell, I’d never performed any session without consent.

  Other than the one with Mia, but she’d come out of that dungeon a changed woman, free from her past and already blossoming into the remarkable woman she was today. Mia had once believed she’d been the cause of her mother’s death, those tainted memories haunting her since she was fourteen.