Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  Dorian reached in and brought out a large black wooden paddle. His chilling eyes turned to me.

  “You’re beautiful swinging like that. You’re weightless, but confined and destined to become one with subspace. There are so many things that I could do to you right now. Let’s see how you’re coming along,” he said, stepping behind me.

  “Yes. Your ass is a glorious shade of pink.” His hands skimmed over my skin and I groaned. “You are glistening for me.” His fingers dipped in slowly. I cried out and clenched around his fingers.

  I pushed back against his hand, wanting him deeper, wanting him to take away this deep earthquake that was building inside of me.

  “I need to taste that sweet pussy.” He knelt down and his mouth closed around my clit. The earth tilted all around me. White-hot heat rushed through me as I rode out my ecstasy.

  My chest was heaving as I blinked and tried to come back to the present. My head was foggy and I could feel my mind floating up to this new heightened dimension. I wriggled against his hand, wanting more penetration.

  “Not yet, little dove. I’m going to turn that ass into a nice shade of sanguine before I am through. Then I’ll sink my cock into you and you’ll beg for my completion inside you. Don’t hold back on me.” I nodded and Dorian stepped in front of me.

  He pulled on my ponytail and tilted my head towards him. His mouth covered mine and he pushed it open with his tongue. It was so severe that he stole my breath away. He moaned as his tongue danced with mine. Then he lifted his head toward our schoolmarm.

  “Sienna, you’re dismissed,” Dorian said, businesslike. “You can see she’s doing just fine. More than fine,” he said with his cocky grin. “She’s mine now…completely mine,” he crowed.

  I heard her sigh even though I was facing the other way and then I heard the sound of the door close behind her. Fuck, did Sienna just leave me alone with him?

  Dorian’s eyes were Le chocolat noir. His look was all consuming. And I knew in that moment that I wanted him more than I could ever explain. I had a taste of temptation and I was savoring it one delicious bite at a time.

  He released my ponytail and strode back behind me. I could see his expensive dress shoes and tailored suit pants. He was delicious.

  “Your cherry is beautiful when it’s dripping with your juices. Your clit is swollen and in need, I don’t have the patience to do this much longer but I want you to get the feel of something harder than my hand,” his voice floated over me like silk.

  “Push past the initial sting and absorb it into you. I’ll have you flying in no time,” he added. His hand with the paddle disappeared from my line of sight then I felt it strike my upper backside.

  Blow after blow fell on me. I was building towards something that I couldn’t explain. Nothing mattered but this blissful pain that now spread over me like frosted wildfire.

  Cold and stinging sweat glistened from my brow. I was panting hard and fast, I needed relief. I felt like I was going in several directions at once. My heart beat like a jackrabbit. The ropes weren’t causing me any pain, if anything they heightened the sensuality of the experience.

  I was bound and as Dorian swung me around I ended up hanging almost completely upside down, my ass stuck in the air as Dorian was lightly spanking me with a paddle.

  His strength didn’t waver as tears started to rain from my eyes. This was intense. It was way beyond anything that words could describe except pure bliss. I was floating and spinning. I was racing. I was coming apart at the seams and Dorian was the only one that could put me back together.

  Two more strikes and the paddle dropped to the floor with a large clatter. I heard Dorian moving, and then he plunged into me from behind. I cried out as more tears fell from my eyes.

  My backside burned in an angry rage but the warmth numbed it at the same time. My orgasm flew me into pieces and I cried out in a voice I didn’t recognize as Dorian sank deeper into my hips and increased his pace. My moan echoed throughout the dungeon.

  I was whimpering, torn between wanting to convulse and my body being pushed so far and so high that it wanted to melt.

  “Cum for me,” he ordered. His left hand let go of my hip and found my swollen clit. “Now,” he ordered. I flew apart in an instant. Dorian was pressing on my g-spot. I grunted and then I felt him letting go inside me. My pussy quivered as we both found our release.

  He lowered himself over me and I felt the softness of his kiss over my right shoulder blade. He was so gentle now. It was such a stark contrast to a second ago.

  I remember very little of what came next. I felt the harness release me. I felt Dorian’s arms around me then he started to undo the bindings that Sienna worked so hard to do. I couldn’t feel anything except my euphoric state. My breathing slowed and darkness consumed me.

  I woke to an angry muffled voice. “She’s your housegirl, not your sub and she’s my fucking girlfriend. I didn’t allow this.” Avery’s voice was in a hushed tone but the distain was very clear.

  I groaned and rolled over. I wanted to know why he was so angry but I was too weak to speak.

  “She’s waking up. See to her aftercare,” he barked, and then I heard the door open and close.

  My eyelids were heavy and I had to fight to open them. I was warm and laying on a large plush seat. I rolled to the side and I felt warm arms around me.

  “Hey, Sweetness. Are you with me?”

  I opened my mouth to speak and found that I was so parched that I just closed it.

  “Take a sip.” He put the straw in my mouth as I opened my eyes and I took a large gulp. It was orange juice. It tasted wonderful. I finished off the glass before too long.

  “Was that Avery? He sounded mad,” I said.

  Dorian smiled. “You’re always worried about everyone else. Switch off that incessant mind of yours and tell me how you’re feeling.” I did a mental check of everything.

  “Sore,” I said after a minute.

  Dorian reached over to the counter and picked up another glass of orange juice. “I have ibuprofen for you. Open,” he commanded. He inserted two tablets into my mouth and I took a sip of the orange juice. “Hungry?”

  “Starved,” I replied.

  “We’ll get lunch soon. I need you to tell me how you’re feeling about all of this. Avery was just giving me the third degree on how hard I was on you. Was he right to?”

  “I didn’t mind it. I wanted it. I wanted you,” I stumbled over the words. I couldn’t seem to stream a sentence together.

  “My naughty girl,” he said, pulling me to his chest and holding me. I smiled then I realized it immediately. Avery would have never interfered with a scene if it weren’t important. But Dorian didn’t hurt me. I remember him lowering me down and gently unfastening my ropes and freeing me. Then he helped me over to one of the plush seats.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I asked. Then suddenly the damn burst, and I was pouring out tears. My body shook from fatigue. All I kept thinking was how angry Avery was. Was he mad at me? Was this becoming too much for him?

  “There will be a low point after each session. It’s emotional. It’s okay, Aria,” he said in a compassionate voice.

  I cried harder. My body wracked harder. I couldn’t control it. I shook everywhere. I felt like such a fool. I couldn’t speak.

  “Shhh,” he calmed. Let it out. You’ll feel better in a few minutes.” Dorian wrapped a blanket around me and pulled me tighter to his chest. I suddenly felt my heart swell. I felt like I had this deep connection with him. I frowned, knowing that according to Sienna, I was sloppy seconds for Dorian.

  “I need a shower.”

  “The tub is ready. You need to soak for a bit then lunch will be here shortly. Cheeseburger and fries sound good?”

  I nodded. My guilt started to surface. What did Avery see? Why was he so mad? Why did he leave?

  My own questions were making me dizzy. I pushed all that nonsense to the back of my head for another time. I needed to wash aw
ay all my guilt.

  ∞

  CHAPTER 17

  KEEP TALKING

  Friday Evening, November 9th – Weekend Six

  As I left the dungeon, the guards were scattered around the mansion still manning their posts like this was the White House. As I walked, I started feeling guilty about what Avery saw today while I was hanging there in subspace and Dorian had his way with me.

  I wanted to be true to Avery, I really did, but Dorian made me feel wanton, sexy, and desired. How could any girl refuse?

  I couldn’t imagine the inner turmoil that Avery must be hiding. We needed to talk. I needed more than five minutes with him.

  I showed the security guard my ID and he let me pass into the staffers wing. As I made my way down the hall toward the dorms, my heart was feeling heavy. I missed Avery so much, but he was being so distant and aloof that it was killing me, and us.

  Today, along with my guilt for having Avery catch Dorian and me in an intimate moment, I started to wonder about what he was feeling. I needed to know that we were going to make it through all of this. I needed him to know that I still loved him. I needed to know if he still wanted me to move in with him after finals. I had never been in a serious relationship and I didn’t know if it was normal to have ups and downs like Avery and I were having. I tried to talk to Sara about it but she’d been pulling so many late nights getting ready for her fashion show and working on Maya’s wedding dress that I hardly saw her. And Colt was just as busy working on his big senior project. No wonder I felt so alone right now.

  I unlocked the door and walked into the room. Caitlyn was packing a bag in a rush to head out.

  “Going somewhere?”

  “I’m staying with my guest tonight. He wants me to stay with him for the whole night,” she said, glowing. I wanted to say something snarky but I just didn’t have the energy, that’s when I heard Avery’s voice at the doorway.

  “Caitlyn, out now,” he said bluntly. His eyes locked on mine. I shifted nervously under his stare. Was he mad? I couldn’t tell.

  “Okay, okay,” she said. “Hold your horses, boss,” she said, grabbing a pair of stilettos from her closet. She stuffed them in her bag and zipped it up. I tried to figure out if Avery was mad or just being impatient.

  “Go,” he said unabashedly. Caitlyn jumped from his brisk tone then scurried from the room.

  “What’s wrong? Why won’t you talk to me?” my heart hammered in my chest.

  Avery’s nose flared like a stallion’s and he closed the door and locked it behind him. It took him six steps to close the space between us. It took only seconds for him to reach out for my waist and pull me up against him. And without pause, he crushed his lips to mine.

  I struggled for a moment until I surrendered to his sudden urgency as he took my breath away. His tongue push open my mouth and I pushed all my questions away for later. This was primal…carnal, but his touch felt almost foreign to me. It had been too long.

  Avery moaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him closer. Christ, I missed him. He was my lifeline and I didn’t know how badly I needed him until he had pulled away from me. Life had a funny way of testing us all. Dorian may stand between us for a short time and I may enjoy the lust we share but my heart would always belong to Avery.

  Avery pulled away only a second to lift my shirt off then his mouth sought out mine again. We were both breathless as we began stripping each other. I wanted nothing more than to feel his naked body cover mine.

  I felt the urgency in his touch, in his rough kisses, in his hardness as I ran my hand over him to stroke him. I barely got my shorts off when he tossed me on the bed and began ravishing me. His eyes never left mine, like he thought that I would disappear at any moment.

  He took my nipple into his mouth and I gyrated my hips against him. I didn’t want foreplay. I wanted him inside me right now. I wanted to feel his release deep in me. I wanted to make him so damn happy and this was the only way that I knew to do it.

  “Aria,” Avery moaned as he sank into me without any warning. Ugh, that hurt slightly. I was still tender from Dorian’s merciless attack on my vagina earlier in the dungeon.

  My head tilted backwards and I closed my eyes. Avery hovered over me and stopped his ministrations. My eyes opened to see an emotional Avery above me.

  “Don’t close your eyes. I need to see everything you’re feeling. Please give me this,” he said breathlessly. So many emotions flowed through his look that I felt the tears well in my eyes. What started out as desperate sex quickly turned to passionate romance, and my heart ached with abandonment.

  Avery made love to me, slow and heartfelt. It felt like we were reliving our six-month journey together. Every ounce of lust, love, and passion poured out of both of us as an unsettling feeling rose over me, was he telling me goodbye? Is this goodbye sex?

  I opened my mouth to tell him that I loved him and he shook his head.

  “No words, Aria. Just feel me inside of you. I needed to feel you so bad, Kitten,” he gushed.

  A tear fell from his eye as he rocked his body into mine. My chest wanted to explode. My love for any other man could never be this great.

  He brought his hand down to rub my clit and the combination of two impending destinies brought me to climax.

  I knew I never wanted to be without Avery, but the reality was that he was slipping away from me and I didn’t know how to bring him back. My actions had consequences. I chose to be with another man and it felt like Avery, the love of my life, my soul mate, was letting regret come between us. I could feel tragedy around us. But it was too late. In order for him to seal the contract with Dorian, I had to finish out the next month and a half with him. That was the arrangement. It was in the contract. Could both Avery and I hold it together until then?

  After we finished, Avery buried his head into my neck and collapsed over me, careful not to put too much weight on me. I breathed in the smell of his cologne and let myself escape in the moment.

  The silence between us was heavy and I didn’t know what to say next. I began rubbing my hands up and down his back trying to soothe the ache between us. I could feel it heavy on our hearts. I wanted to show him that I was here for him. I was trying to extend a lifeline out to him letting him know it was all going to be okay.

  “Avery, talk to me, please,” I begged.

  Avery took in a slow deep breath and then rolled to the side. I wasn’t going to let him pull away this time. “Tell me what you’re thinking because I’m losing my mind over all this. I can’t do this anymore, Avery. I won’t lose you. I just can’t.”

  Avery’s eyes studied mine. “You have a job to do,” he said.

  “I don’t care. I need to know that things are okay between us. That you’re not running scared. Is there still going to be an us after all this?” I managed to squeak out.

  Avery closed his eyes like he was trying to wipe away the pain he was feeling. When he looked at me, I felt like a stranger.

  “The love of my life is with another man for another five weeks. I’m angry, Aria. I hate myself for agreeing to this. I’m emotionally maxed out. I needed to steal back some precious time with you. I just needed to feel you. I need so many goddamn things right now. I mean, with you being with Dorian, and with the press leaks, it’s overwhelming. I’m sharing you with Dorian to benefit a business that might not even survive all these leaks. You may be fucking another man for nothing. My heart might be breaking over nothing. Do you know how that makes me feel?” Then he paused and quieted his restless mind.

  “But mostly at the end of the day, I need you and you can’t be there. I want to punch a hole through the wall every time I see him with his arm around my girlfriend. I can’t watch it. I have to keep my distance. I’m tempted to call off the entire thing and tell him to fuck off.”

  I lay naked next to Avery, stunned that he finally spoke more than a few sentences to me. It had been too long. This arrangement with Dorian was taking its toll on both of
us. Could we get through this?

  Avery rose from the bed and got dressed. I leaned back against the headboard wondering when the next time we would be together again would be.

  “Are you getting close to figuring out who Tor is?” I asked.

  “Not quite yet, but Pierce, Travis and I are working around the clock to catch him, and we will catch him.”

  “I thought it might be Nate at first, since he takes every opportunity to threaten you,” I said.

  “Yea, that was my first thought, too, but I don’t think this is his style, and even with him being the slippery snake that he is, he couldn’t get through all the layers of protection I set up. Things should settle down now. I have cut off all internet connections except for the T1-line at my cabin, and I even deleted the database of clients, except for the one hardcopy master list that I keep in my safe at my cabin office, and the area around there is patrolled heavily. I also started requiring all guests to turn in their cells at check in,” he said.

  I was afraid to tell Avery that I still had my cell on me. Since I was his girl, no one had asked for it, but it was safely put away in my backpack anyway and the last thing I needed was to give him another reason to be mad at me.

  “I have to leave early Sunday. I have exams this week,” I interrupted, changing the subject.

  “Okay,” he said, looking defeated. “Sienna said for you to meet her at the costume shop later. You need to pick something out for the Theme Party tomorrow.”

  “I love you,” I choked out the words that I knew he needed to hear.

  His eyes softened a bit then he reached out and grazed my cheek with two fingers. “You’ve always had the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. You are breathtaking.” I smiled up at him then he kissed me once more before he turned to leave. Avery stopped at the door and looked back at me.

  “Please don’t get emotionally attached to Dorian. You are just a business deal for him.”