by Hilary Storm
We’ve used this week to really get to know each other and I’ve never been happier in my life. I’m so afraid the ball will soon drop and something will ruin it, so I’m going to enjoy the sweet bliss while I still can.
Without another thought, I slide out from under the covers to go join him. I’m sore as hell, still feeling the effects of our sexcapades in every muscle of my body.
His phone lights up on the floor at my feet just as I walk by. It’s a long message, so I pick it up and glance at it, which is probably a big no-no, but I’ll consider this my test for him. After all of that shit with Brock, I have a hard time just trusting that all of this is real, even though he says he only wants me.
Brad: The last challenge is today. All money is due tonight and the winner will be chosen from viewer votes. Good luck everyone.
Eric: Hoping to see someone else get it over Damon. I’m tired of giving that asshole part of my cut.
William: Make those checks out to me. My girl is ready.
I’m trying to make sense of the messages when I hear the water shut off. I set the phone on the foot of the bed and turn on a lamp before sit back down to wait for him. He’s towel drying his hair when he opens the bathroom door. His naked body is something I’ve gotten used to seeing since he has no issues walking around just like this in my apartment.
“Good morning.”
“How much money will you lose today?” His smile drops with my question.
“Not much.” He slides the towel over his body to dry off before he drops it to the floor to get back in bed.
“Your phone lit up on the floor… I… I looked at a few of the messages.”
“Did you find anything interesting?”
“Honestly I don’t know what I saw.” He reaches for his phone and scrolls through the messages.
“The money is due today for a competition we had. Not a big deal.” I think about the money he dropped into my account like it was nothing and then decide to probe him further.
“Was me being in the house part of that competition?”
“Yes.” I rush out of bed and begin pacing through the room.
“So the film bullshit was a lie?”
“No. We film the contest and then produce it as a reality show, just like I told you.”
“You forgot to mention we were in a competition with the others.”
“It wouldn’t have made a difference.” He’s right. But I hate that he kept it from me.
“Is there anything else you didn’t share with me that involved all of that?”
“No.” There’s always been one question that he’s managed to skirt around when I ask it. This seems like the time to ask it once again.
“How did you find me Damon?” I stop pacing to observe his reaction to my question. He sits up and tilts his head, looking into my eyes.
“You can’t get mad when I tell you.” That response scares me. What in the world could he be about to tell me, because for the life of me I can’t imagine what he could say that would make me mad.
“Someone you know sent your information in as a potential submissive. All contestants are referred to us and we choose from those submitted.” I instantly have a wave of chills rush over me as I try to think of who in the world would do this. Who would think I’d be a good choice for this.
“Who?”
“I’m not allowed to give you that information.”
“Fuck that… Damon. Who?”
“A man named Brock.” I’m frozen solid, paralyzed just thinking about him doing this to me. Not only did he torture me by cheating and playing mind games in our relationship, he wanted to subject me to the mind fuck of that competition.
“He knew it would be televised and you’d be training me in all of that?”
“Yes.”
“How could you make me think you found me by chance? That your assistant stumbled upon me on social media and you thought I’d be perfect.”
“It’s irrelevant now don’t you think? I pulled us from the competition and that’s all behind us now.”
“No it’s not irrelevant. Knowing all of this makes me sick. What does the winner get?”
“Six million… that’s one million from each Dom and then half the royalties from the show. The other five Doms will each get ten percent of the royalties.”
“Are you kidding me? Why did you give me money?”
“I knew it would take that to get you involved. I considered you an investment. I had two weeks to find you, convince you to join and also train you.”
“Jesus… was all of it a lie? Do you even own the bar and the cave?”
“Everything else is real. I own many properties, which is why I’m not worried about the money. So stop overreacting to this.”
“Damon… do not down play all of this. My ex is an asshole and this is the perfect example of that idiot. I’m pissed I fell for it.”
“Actually you didn’t. If you remember you weren’t exactly a perfect submissive.”
“I know I wasn’t. But if you remember, I tried to tell you I wouldn’t be.”
“You did.”
“Will Brock get anything from all of this?”
“It’s set up to prove we can train any single person out there… those who refer to us are doing it as a challenge. If we fail at making you a submissive, the money falls back to the person who referred you.”
“He’s going to get money from this?”
“Yes.”
“No fucking way.” I’m pacing again. That asshole shouldn’t get a penny from anything that involves me. “How did he convince you to choose me?”
“He said you write sex books, but are a prude in the bedroom. I thought maybe you just needed to experience true pleasure. Usually women aren’t prude… just bored. Which seems to have been the case with you, because you are far from prude with me.”
“What do I have to do to keep him from getting any money?”
“You have to complete the final part of the competition today.”
“Fuck. How does this crazy shit happen to me? I’m a home body. I’m safe from insanity.”
His laughter echoes through the room. “That may have been true before you met me.”
“Where does this leave us?”
“The same place we were before the conversation started. I’ve pulled us from the competition and he’ll get my share. I don’t give a shit about any of this now.” He finally stands to hold me… calming me from my irrational thoughts of screaming out in frustration.
How in the hell do I let him get anything out of this? I can’t stomach what that asshole’s smug face will look like when he receives it. I can practically see it in my mind.
“Get ready. We’re going back to the cave. I’m going to do this so he doesn’t get a damn dime.” I begin rambling as I move through the room to gather what I need for my shower. “He thinks I’m fucking prude… well if I could’ve actually felt his centimeter peter, maybe I would’ve wanted more of it.” I’m so over allowing men making me feel inadequate.
I’m going to do this… I’m going back into this competition with an all new mindset. I can do anything I want to and now that I’ve spent this time with Damon, I trust him completely. Like he said… all we need is trust. How hard can this be? Hell, I don’t even know what I just agreed to, but it doesn’t matter.
Chapter Twenty-One
“What do I need to know?” I’m frantically drying my hair and trying to prepare myself.
“It’s easy. Do exactly what I say. Address me properly… be prepared for an audience and leave the rest up to me.” Shit. The audience thing is going to be the worst part for me, but as long as Damon is the one running it all, I know I can do it. “Camille… you don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly satisfied with what we have already.”
“I’m not doing this for you Damon. Be very clear about that. This is for me.” I feel more alive in this moment than I have in years. I have a point to prove and Brock has infuriated me to
that point. Damon has empowered me… even if he didn’t do it in the most domesticated way.
“Alright, I’m ready to do this, Mr. Darkness. Take me back to your cave.” He kisses me one last time before he leads me out the door. My heels make me a little taller and the dress he brought me from his house is extremely elegant. We had planned to go on a date this past week and he wanted me to have something new. That never happened. We were too wrapped up in each other to leave the house.
He’s dark perfection in that suit of his. I forgot how sexy he looked like this. Don’t get me wrong, him being naked is like looking at a masterpiece, but seeing him like this gives off powerful vibes that match his persona.
“Before we get in the limo… just know there’s a chance Brock will be there.” I swallow hard and let this information feed more fuel into my soul.
“Good. I hope he is.” And that’s the last thing I say as we make our way back to the cave. Damon’s holding my hand, doing that thumb circling thing he does that sooths me so well.
Being naked with Damon so much lately has done wonders for my self-confidence. I feel beautiful with him and I know he’ll make sure I keep that mentality through this challenge.
We arrive at the cave and I take my last few steps into the house with poise and grace, allowing Damon to usher me. Noticing that I’m not really that nervous, I even find myself smiling when we’re greeted by Jessica and Craig.
“Look at you. You look absolutely amazing.”
“Thank you.” She kisses each cheek as she embraces me with a hug. There’s a crowd of people in the front office, all of them dressed similar to we are.
“I’m so excited to see how you do today! Craig and I are judging and we had a hand in choosing the scene.
Damon leans into my neck, whispering next to my ear. “Maybe you should’ve wore the yoga pants.” I can’t help but laugh at him, getting instant attention from the couple talking with us.
“It’s nice to see you smiling Damon. We wish both of you luck today.” Craig shakes Damon’s hand, turning him to talk behind me as he does. Jessica leans forward to talk me quietly.
“Do you have any questions?”
“No I think I can handle anything Damon throws at me.”
“Perfect. Once all of this is over, we should get together. I can share some of our favorite scenes. I know Damon would probably love to explore with you.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Please join us in the ballroom while our teams get ready to compete. You will all be able to watch from there.” A loud voice sends a hush over the room before people start to leave us standing with the five other teams. I remember them all from the single dinner I made it to.
I can only imagine what all they’ve gone through, even though they all seem very put together and at peace with what’s about to happen.
“You have a few stages to this challenge. The first one is self-explanatory and you should all easily pass. Each team will have their own play room, all of them identical. Don’t forget your safe word and remember that if it’s ever used, you’ll be pulled from the competition. At this point, your Dom should be able to read your body and prevent you from getting to that level. Each submissive must now go into their room and see what’s there. You can choose to remove one tool from the room if you wish. Your Dom will meet you in there shortly.”
The women all leave the room behind me. I guess I was the first one out because I’m dying to see what I have in store for me. I should be able to tell from the inventory in the room, but I’m not letting my mind limit what will happen today.
I open the door that has Damon’s name on it. The room is simple. I instantly see that same sawhorse thing he spanked me on. There’s the ‘X’, a cross, and one other that I’ve never tried before. At first glance it’s obvious its used to restrain someone at their neck and wrists.
There’s a large wooden armoire by the door. I open it to inspect the inventory and find the black lace mask he allowed me to wear the first day and the long strand of beads Jessica had given me along with so many other things. I consider removing the cane or the long whip, but choose not to remove any hoping Damon will know what I can handle.
Further digging into the cabinet and I find a few harsh looking clamps and lots of ropes and chains. In all honesty, I find myself getting excited hoping that Damon will wrap me artistically since I was admiring the ropes in the scenes he allowed me to watch.
I drop my dress to the ground and step out of my heels. Slipping down to my knees, I then tie the mask over my eyes. He enters soon after, relaxing me completely. This I can do. This room is simple and even though Damon and I didn’t spend an entire week playing with toys, I know I can handle anything he does to me.
“Good girl. Cameras are now on.” My focus on the floor allows me to see his bare feet as he walks past me. “So you choose not to remove anything from the room?”
“That’s correct, Sir.”
“Stand up.” He breathes in deep when I stand, his bare chest touching my nipples as he does because he’s so close to me. He whispers against my ear. “Fucking beautiful. Your nipples are teasing the fuck out of me. Oh my god… I just want to fuck you already.” He stands, resuming his serious Dom demeanor and leaving behind the dirty talker that I’ve come to know in the bedroom.
“Lean over.” He touches my shoulder as we approach the sawhorse. I’m not panicked. I know what’s coming. I do what he’s telling me to without any hesitation. He lights up my ass with multiple pieces of leather, making me like it even more this time. When he hits between my legs I begin to feel myself getting worked up and internally hoping for another connected slap in the perfect spot.
After a few minutes of spanking me, he stops and walks away, leaving the cool air of the room to tickle my bare skin. He returns with the cane and whip, making sure I’ve seen them before he allows either to come in contact with my body. I grit my teeth and make it through a single swing of each, feeling the burn and whelps instantly mark my skin. I’m not sure who would enjoy either of those, and I’m relieved when he drops them to the floor.
He leans against me, letting me feel how hard his dick is when he speaks into my ear again. “Camille, that was perfect. Just wait til I fuck you later. You’re going to realize why some people beg to be spanked. The pain is exquisite.” He whispers my safe word, knowing I have no intention of using it.
I find him sexier right now than I ever have, maybe it’s because of the way he’s just brought to surface every nerve in my body… maybe it’s because his pants are hanging low and his ‘V’ muscle is tempting my tongue to trace it. Either way, this is a recipe for a very long day of teasing between the two of us.
Maybe I need to make this a little more interesting.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The tension in the rope is causing my shoulders to cramp. He’s tied me to the cross, my legs bound together and my arms both suspended straight out making me match the ‘T’ shape of the wood behind me. Another rope confines my chest, binding each breast. I look down and notice the color of my skin changing as the blood rushes to surface.
The rough post isn’t exactly what I’d chose to be held up against with my ass still burning from whelps.
He attaches the nipple clamps to me before he begins to use the flogger on the front of my body. Each one of the strikes feeling much different than what they felt like on my ass.
“Has anyone every told you how sexy you are?” This time Damon isn’t whispering.
“Only you, Sir.” I close my eyes and accept every bite of the leather as he continues to flip his wrist, landing each one in a new spot.
He releases the clamps, dropping each of them to the floor and never missing the rhythm he had going. A tight tingle flows through each breast, making me want to scream out, but I hold back. I bite down on my jaw and hold every bit of noise back.
“Tell me you want me to stop.”
“Please don’t.”
“Address me pro
perly.” He startles me with that mean voice of his. I haven’t heard it in days, but he seems to turn to it easily in this house.
“Please don’t stop, Sir.”
He doesn’t listen and instead rushes to stand against me, attacking me with his mouth and kissing everything he just hit. Biting and nibbling the skin, making me feel an entirely new sensation that I can barely comprehend.
I scream out, but it doesn’t seem to make him mad. He actually presses against me harder, rubbing himself against my hips while I wish like hell I could just wrap my legs around him and let him do what we’ve been doing the past few days.
“We can’t yet.” This comes out as a whisper against my neck and a chill down my body. Damnit. I hate this patience crap.
He torments me through an hour of teasing, using everything imaginable he can on the surface of my skin, never inserting anything even when I flexed internally as if to make him know I wanted him to invade me further. I’m only guessing that’s part of this challenge.
When we hear a knock at the door, he leaves me to answer it. I force myself to look down when he opens the door, not wanting to distract myself from what him and I have so easily.
I hear multiple footsteps come in, all of them keeping their distance. I can only imagine that they are all here to watch like Damon had me do. I don’t know if Brock entered the room and I refuse to find out. He would just make me angry and get in my head.
“You have visitors Camille… they’re here to watch you lose control. Some of them want you to fail.” Damon walks in front of me as if he’s wanting me to zone in on him and only him.
“A true submissive will do anything their dominant partner asks them to do. Are you ready to finish the second challenge?” I nod yes to him.
“I can’t hear you, Camille.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He has a knife in his hand. I’m not sure when he picked it up, but that really doesn’t matter. The look on his face is what I focus on. Damon won’t hurt me. I know this… and he knows I know it, which is why he’s going to play this up for show.