Enthrall Her

by Vanessa Fewings

  Being bound felt divine, liberating even, the irony of freedom beyond my comprehension. He’d captured me and I was his to do whatever he wanted.

  “Can I come?” My voice sounded strained.

  He didn’t answer.

  I needed him to answer.

  “Please,” I begged.

  The world could have threatened to end but I wouldn’t have cared. The room could have filled with people wanting to witness our dark soiree but I wouldn’t have given them a second thought.

  All I knew was Cameron.

  Cameron.

  His punishment of denial was over as his mouth fixed firmly once again to my sex, his tongue worshiping me with blinding bliss. Moaning my climax, I sucked in short bursts of air that he’d stolen from the room, from the house, the universe. His tongue led me on again, strumming so fast, flicking and licking with such passion, such expertise, I was close to losing consciousness.

  Cameron slid two fingers inside me, crooking his fingertips and pressing against my upper vaginal wall, answering my silent prayer to be entered as his tongue danced on my clitoris, alighting more spasms of ecstasy. His fingers worked me, reaching my g-spot and making me shudder. I widened my thighs farther and lurched my pelvis towards him, needing this never to end as my head lolled to the side. My channel tightened around his expert fingers, bringing another rippling orgasm.

  I moaned for him and it felt like he’d unlocked something primal, this once deeply buried part of my psyche permitting him to do whatever he wanted as long as it pleased him.

  Anything.

  He took his time bringing me back down to earth with gentle licks and kisses, his hair tickling between my thighs, his firm grip relentless.

  I fell back—

  Cameron caught me and sat me upright, grasping either side of my head with an ironclad hold and pressing his lips against mine, kissing me furiously, his tongue fucking my mouth now, owning me again as he shared my taste with him, that sweetness, that proof of my arousal gifted by him. Another moan escaped me and entered his mouth. His grip tightened in a flash of power that sent me reeling, tingles spiraling in my chest as passion exploded like fireworks from my center.

  Making me feel so feminine. So beautiful. More alive than I ever had.

  Our kiss was spellbinding, causing the spasming in my pussy to rise to fever pitch. Rippling in anticipation, I wanted, needed, his cock inside me, and opening my mouth more I begged him silently to take me. My clit still throbbed for him, yearning for his touch to return. His mouth continued possessing mine, owning me, and I came again. Hard.

  Shudders wracked my body, leaving me trembling, beholden. I was coming merely from his kiss.

  Quiet filled the room.

  I blinked rapidly as I opened my eyes.

  Cameron pulled back, his lips glistening. “Still hate me?”

  I shook my head no.

  “Didn’t think so.” He reached around my back to free me from the tie, tugging me loose. He threw it down.

  And held his hand out to me.

  With my hand in his, I pushed to my feet unsteadily, my skirt once more covering my shaking thighs. He led me into the bathroom and, in a daze, I watched him as though seeing him for the first time. I had no idea how long we’d been gone from the party. Cameron had even reigned time. Everything before fell away and that which lay ahead had no meaning.

  From the shower, he retrieved a sponge and wet it under the tap, gesturing for me to lift my dress.

  “Open your legs a little,” he said.

  Caressing between my thighs with the sponge, he used soft, gentle strokes to clean me, almost bringing me over again, continuing this intimacy I never wanted to end. I rested my forehead against his firm bicep, lulled by him. Cameron dabbed me with a towel, drying me down there. My fingers tightened around the material of my dress hitched above my waist and I watched his deliberate strokes between my thighs as he patted me dry.

  “Oh please,” I murmured.

  A waft of his cologne hit me and I let out a long, wanton sigh, tranced out all over again.

  “Mia.” Cameron threw the towel on top of his shirt in the linen basket. “You will bring the D.A. and I two bourbons. Chilled. Carry our drinks to us upon a silver tray. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He gave a nod of approval.

  As I watched Cameron leave, I hoped I’d be able to remember his drink order, because right now I couldn’t remember my own fricken name.

  CHAPTER 11

  HANDS SHAKING, I poured bourbon into a tumbler.

  The aroma of liquor filled my nostrils. I took a large gulp, hoping to calm my nerves. My throat burned like it was on fire. This stuff was strong.

  What the hell had just happened?

  I’d willingly succumbed to Cameron Cole’s masterful handling and now understood what all the fuss about. Cameron had proven he really was the ultimate sex god. My pussy still thrummed from his touch and, swooning still, the memory threatened to render me useless for the rest of the evening.

  He’s just a man. Not just any man, my muse barged on in with the obvious. He’s the most beautiful man on the planet and he just made you come. Hard.

  Something told me that had merely been a glimpse into what Cameron was capable of. No matter how hard I tried not to think about him, all thoughts led back to him. How was I ever going to face him again without blushing?

  Despite this residual ache low in my belly from those mind-blowing orgasms, my heart squeezed tight, having betrayed Richard in the worst kind of way. I’d allowed another man to touch me. And not just any man but Richard’s best friend. I had decimated everything, ruined what could have been and broken our trust.

  My life threatened to tear into tatters all because of my ridiculous crush on Cameron that I’d been unable to shake. A sob wedged in my throat and I held back tears of regret. No one could see me like this. Questions would be asked and there was no way I could share this with anyone.

  Strong arms wrapped around my waist. “Hey,” said Richard.

  Turning around, I hugged him, wondering if this was the last time he’d ever let me get this close. I savored his ocean scent, his firm chest, the arms I’d come to know as home.

  “Mia?” He looked concerned, yet something in his eyes sparked intrigue. “Something happened?”

  I glanced over at his bottle of wine. It was empty now. Someone had found it and finished it off. I hoped it was Richard.

  “Want to talk about it?” he said, giving nothing away, merely brushing my hair behind my shoulders and running his fingers through it. “Nothing is as bad as we first think it is.”

  I dreaded he’d read from me what had just happened, seen the cruelest betrayal. A lover and a best friend’s deceit. Self hate welled within and I sucked in a sob, loathing myself.

  Richard took my hand and led me through the kitchen and we turned a sharp left down the hallway and into his study. His hand was as firm as Cameron’s, who’d led me in the opposite direction not fifteen minutes ago.

  Richard shut the door and strolled over to his desk, leaning back against it, his hands gripping the edge on either side of him, his left ankle crossed over his right, poised for serious conversation.

  “Sierra has complex needs,” he said. “I’ll go get her and she can tell you this herself.” He shook his head. “DeLuca’s sensitive to her predilections. He really does treat her well.”

  “That’s not necessary,” I said. “I mean, I believe you.”

  “Please, tell me what just happened?”

  I hated lying to him, hated holding back on the truth that he deserved to hear.

  “Your frown has never looked so frowny,” he said.

  I refused to shatter his world, put him through any more pain and ruin everything we’d so lovingly constructed. The foundation to our existence had formed fissures and I’d been the one to weaken it. I’d silently accused him of cheating when
I’d gone and done worse. I had no idea what happened when he’d disappeared inside Pendulum. It had been merely my imagination that had taken the ride all the way to betrayal.

  “You liked your spanking?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “You like being watched?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He looked so sweet, so endearing, and so persuasive.

  I ran my fingertips over my lips, remembering Cameron’s kiss, his domination, his mastery. His tongue fucking me down there. His tongue fucking my mouth.

  Oh, help me now.

  I needed to sit and turned toward the chair.

  “Stay right there,” commanded Richard.

  My legs trembled and I steadied myself.

  “You have something to tell me?” he said.

  “Please, you need to know I love you more than anything.”

  “I know that.”

  I broke his gaze.

  “Let me help you out,” he said. “You’re feeling guilt over Cameron’s kiss?”

  My hand slapped over my mouth in shock.

  “I’m glad you were going to tell me,” he said. “That’s testament to the trust we have.”

  Trust I’ve shattered.

  I swallowed my fear, knowing full well nothing could be hidden from Richard’s all seeing eyes. Cameron wasn’t the only perceptive one around here. Surely Cameron would never have shared with Richard what had just happened between us?

  “The party’s going well, don’t you think?” He eased his cell out of his pocket and glared at the screen. “I was so right.”

  “What?” I stifled tears.

  “The Dow Jones just took a dive. Luckily I dumped those crappy shares last week.” He gave a nod. “I always did have a knack for reading the market.” His eyes shot up to mine.

  I deserved that. I hadn’t exactly pushed Cameron away, refused his advances, told him no. Cameron had probably told Richard this too. Shouldn’t Richard be equally angry with his best friend?

  I glanced past him and out onto the patio. “Looks like we’re low on chips. I’ll take care of it.”

  “We have staff to do that.”

  Scraping my teeth across my bottom lip, I searched for the best words that would get me out of here and away from Richard’s impending fury.

  “Share what happened,” he said.

  “I told Cameron… I hated him,” I said. “He found me in your bedroom. He wanted to talk to me.”

  “Our bedroom,” he said.

  Guilt wedged in my throat and silenced me.

  “What did he say to you? You’re very flushed.”

  Oh.

  Richard gave a shrug. “The term you’re looking for is cunnilingus, I believe.”

  Fucking hell.

  I braced myself for an onslaught of anger.

  “Did you like it?” Richard looked relaxed, as though he was asking if I’d enjoyed dessert. “I mean, I know you like your pussy being played with Mia, but did you enjoy Cameron being the one to play with it?”

  Turning away, I refused to be drawn into this unknown territory of fucked-up fuckery. I feared his voice would carry and our guests would overhear. Our couple’s argument loomed, ready to ruin the mood of the party that up until a few minutes ago had been going so well. Humiliation really had befriended me today and wasn’t letting go until it too had had its way with me.

  “Did. You. Like it?” said Richard.

  “What?”

  “From your blush, that’s a definitive yes.”

  “I didn’t know he’d follow me in.”

  “He made you come hard, I take it?”

  “Please, Richard—”

  “Answer.”

  I gave a slow, uncomfortable nod.

  “With words.”

  “He made me come.” Closing my eyes, I willed this moment to go away, the questions to end, my hands to cease their shaking.

  If this was my punishment, so be it. I was his willing victim to subjugate. Richard’s girlfriend to berate.

  “How many times did he make you come?” he said.

  “We didn’t have sex.”

  “Oral sex is sex. How many times?”

  “Can’t remember.”

  “Apparently it was four.”

  Biting my lip, I cursed Cameron.

  Richard’s eyes closed, as though losing his ability to hold back. Teeth clenched, he whispered, “I wish I could have been there.”

  To stop it, right? He’d have stopped it…

  “Establishing your feelings for Cameron is part of this process,” said Richard.

  “Process?”

  “I have something for you.” Richard reached back for a manila envelope. He handed it to me.

  “What is it?”

  My confidence shattered all over again. A roller coaster of emotions headed into a tailspin. As he handed the envelope to me, so many possibilities came to mind and all of them bad. This was probably my official dismissal from Enthrall. I was being fired, though this time it was on paper. I deserved it, having betrayed Richard in the worst kind of way.

  This imminent yelling held at bay.

  “Forgive me,” I said.

  “Always.”

  “I love you.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.”

  “It will never happen again.”

  His frown lifted. “Life is about taking chances. Risks. Grabbing opportunities.”

  Yes, but him leaping out of a plane with a parachute was a far cry from what I’d just done. “I messed up. I hate myself.”

  “Interesting perspective. You need to work on that.” He gave a nod. “We need to work on that.”

  I’d never forgive myself if I’d compromised a friendship that went way back. Their charming bromance was a result of going through hell together and surviving. Would they survive me? I felt like an evil infiltrator wreaking havoc.

  “Mia, everything is fine,” said Richard. “Please, read it.”

  I pulled out the document. “A contract?” My mouth went dry, my mind addled as I studied the first page of the master and submissive written agreement. It crossed my mind he was about to tell me this paper was now redundant in some kind of revengeful tease.

  Like the tease Cameron had played with my inner thigh.

  See, you’re betraying Richard even now.

  I’d sabotaged this contract ever being signed.

  Laughter carried from the garden and music drifted in, the lyrics singing something about being beyond saving.

  “Thoughts?” said Richard.

  “Does this mean—”

  Richard’s sternness intensified. “Mia, once this is signed you will abide by its law. Understand? There can be no resistance.”

  “This still stands?”

  “Of course. Your submissive training will begin immediately upon you signing it.”

  “You changed your mind?” I stared at his beautiful face, his kind eyes. Even after what had just happened, he forgave me, was promising to take me where I needed to go.

  Give me what I needed.

  “A lot of consideration went into this decision,” he said.

  I wondered if Cameron’s advances had stirred his jealousy, forced Richard’s hand. Cameron’s genius had worked again. This contract was proof. I read the first few lines and a thrill shot up my spine.

  This was really happening.

  Richard reached out, his fingers finding and lifting a fountain pen from his desk. “Know this, Mia,” he said with an assured nod. “I want this more than anything. For you. For me. For us.”

  “I want it too,” I said, taking the blue marble colored fountain pen from him.

  I’d never used a fountain pen before. I hoped I wouldn’t smudge my signature. I stepped forward and laid the contract on the desk and slid off the lid.

  “This will ensure our compatibility,” he said. “Our future together.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Tingles spiraled in my chest and I beamed at him. �
�You’re not going to put me on a leash are you?”

  “Not my thing, Mia.”

  I gave a nod of reassurance and stared down the contract.

  Richard pressed against my side, his scent of ocean and expensive cologne lighting my senses. Would we begin my training right now? As soon as I’d swept my signature across this expensive looking paper?

  He leaned across me and flipped to the last page. “This is my only stipulation.”

  A short gasp escaped my lips.

  He gave an elegant sweep of his hand. “I cannot tell you how much pleasure this gives me.”

  Blinking, I tried to make sense of what I read.

  “There’s no other way forward,” said Richard firmly.

  I examined the last page over and over.

  Under the title of master, Cameron had signed his name.

  CHAPTER 12

  RICHARD SECURED THE diamond collar around my neck.

  It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’d ever seen. The stones caught the light and twinkled prisms of every color.

  “Cameron chose this for you,” said Richard.

  My fingertips traced the edges of the silver, its tightness owning me like the one who’d given it.

  “You must wear it at all times,” said Richard. “Never take it off without your master’s permission.”

  “I cannot tell you how much pleasure this gives me,” Richard’s words rang in my ears.

  Holding the contract out in front of me, I said, “I don’t understand.”

  “Your new master waits. Take him his drink.”

  “You told Cameron to go down on me?”

  “Correction: gave him permission,” he said. “He would never have touched you otherwise.”

  “Why?”

  “An easier transition for you.”

  “You both decided this without me?”

  Richard looked tense. “You went to his house, Mia.”

  “To ask him to talk to you,” I defended myself.

  “I understand.”

  “Are you ending our relationship?”

  “Do you want that?”

  Tears stung my eyes. “No.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. Look, if I’m going to be blatantly honest I find the process of training a submissive…challenging.”

  “Have you found someone else?”