Total Submission (7 page)

“Cam—” she says, sounding nervous.

“Don’t think,” I order her. “Just feel.”

Her body stays tense, until I resume my
licking, teasing her clit again until she’s back on the edge,
moaning with pleasure.

I lap harder against her slit as I nudge a
damp finger into her asshole. This time, Isabelle doesn’t resist.
Her body shudders, adjusting to the illicit invasion. I pulse
gently, until a breathless gasp of pleasure escapes from her.
Isabelle is completely mine.

Her moans turn deeper. She thrusts against
my mouth.

She’s almost ready.

I pull away, stripping off my clothes and
then gently flipping her onto her stomach. “So willing,” I murmur
approvingly, stroking over her naked back and ass. I grip her hips,
and help her onto her hands and knees. Isabelle moves into
position, following my guidance obediently.

“Now, my darling. I want to feel you, feel
that delicious pussy of yours clench around my cock.”

Isabelle eagerly thrusts back, and I smile.
Goddamn, this woman is perfect.

I move her thighs wider, positioning myself
behind her. My cock strains to invade her sweet wetness, but I take
my time, twisting a fistful of her hair in my hand and pulling her
body taut as I slowly sink, inch by inch, into her tight cunt.

Fuck, she feels so good.

Isabelle lets out a whimper. Her secret
inner muscles clench around me, driving me wild.

I pull out, then sink in again with infinite
slowness, all the way to the hilt.

Isabelle gasps. “Fuck, oh my god.” She
groans. Her head drops forwards, but I give her hair a sharp little
yank, pulling her up again. “Cam!” she whimpers, grinding back onto
my dick.

I piston deep inside her pussy, and this
time, as I withdraw, I ease her ass cheeks wider and slowly sink
the slim vibrator into her ass.

Then I thrust.

Isabelle lets out a cry, wild with pleasure.
Fuck, she’s so tight. The invasion of the vibe has stretched her to
her limit, and now every movement rubs my dick in an incredible
explosion of friction, deep inside.

“You’re mine, do you understand?”

“Mmmm,” Isabelle replies.

I stop mid-thrust and tug her hair, hard.
“Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Master, I’m yours.” she
whimpers.

“That means you come when I say so, and only
then.”

“Yes, Master,” she moans.

“Good. You’re going to come for me now.”

I clench my jaw and stroke again, slow, then
flip the switch. Isabelle shudders as the vibrator buzzes to life,
rubbing her ass deep inside as my cock strokes the walls of her
cunt. Her moans get louder and her movements faster, wilder, until
she finally shatters with a scream, unable to hold back any longer,
convulsing wildly below me.

But I don’t stop.

I pull out, and thrust again, deeper. She
cries out, struggling in my arms.

“Cam!”

I hold her tight, forcing her body into
submission as my cock demands everything she has to give. I fuck
her faster, deeper, and then she’s coming all over again,
shuddering hard in an uncontrollable avalanche of pleasure. “Oh
God! Yes! More!” she screams, her ecstasy taking over as my balls
contract and my cock throbs hungrily, and I pound into her, over
and over until I explode in a hot rush of pleasure so intense it’s
almost pain.

Isabelle screams again, coming and coming
around my cock, milking me dry of every drop until she collapses,
spent on the bed.

I wait for my epic climax to recede, then I
pull out, and gently withdraw the vibrator. I roll her over, and
slip off the blindfold.

Isabelle gazes back at me, her eyes dazed
with pleasure. “Holy shit,” she gasps. “That was incredible.”

“That was just the warm-up,” I tell her,
breathing fast. It was so good, but now I want to know just how far
I can take her. I need to satisfy the dark craving inside me, I
need her total surrender.

“For what?” she asks.

“I can show you an extreme pleasure like
nothing you’ve ever known, but first you need to tell me: how much
do you trust me?”

The pleasure in her eyes ebbs, and her gaze
clears. I can see fresh curiosity there, and renewed desire, and
then—something else. Something far more valuable to me. Need.
Isabelle’s need for pleasure, her need to be pushed to the limit.
Her need to submit.

To my every command. Every last one.

We just went further than I’ve ever gone
before, so I can’t even imagine what that was a warm-up for. But I
can’t deny the fresh kick in my pulse, the heat coiling between my
thighs again. I know this can’t be normal, this unstoppable craving
for Cam, but as I try to re-count the number of orgasms I just had,
I realize: what’s normal doesn’t matter. I’ll never get enough of
this man.

Cam searches my eyes tenderly. “Tell me,
Isabelle. Do you trust me now?”

I’ve never been looked at with such care and
desire.

I feel a surge of confidence. “Yes,” I
answer, holding his gaze. “I trust you.”

And it’s true. Cam has shown me nothing but
consideration and I’ve never felt so safe with anyone before in my
life. Whatever happens between us, I know he won’t judge or
criticize me. I can truly be myself and know that who I am is
wanted. Appreciated. Desired.

It’s an intoxicating sensation.

Cam smiles and reaches to brush a strand of
my hair back.

A sudden thought occurs to me. “Do you trust
me?” I ask.

I know I’ve held so much back from him, but
it’s important that he knows I’m on his side. I’ll do anything for
him – and not just because I’m his sub. It goes deeper than that,
to the connection I can’t deny.

“Yes,” Cam answers. “I trust you, Isabelle.
Sometimes I think I trust you more than you trust yourself.”

I swallow hard. “I guess I’ve spent so long
pretending to be someone I’m not, it’s hard to know what instincts
I can rely on,” I confess. “I second guess myself all the time. I
don’t know what to believe in.”

“You.” Cam places his hand over my heart.
“Believe in yourself, because I believe in you.”

And with his palm pressed steady and warm
against my chest, I know beyond any shadow of a doubt that there’s
nothing in the world that means more to me than this man.

“I’m yours,” I tell him. “Whatever you want
from me, you know I’ll give it to you.”

Cam’s eyes darken, and I can tell my words
really mean something to him too.

“Seeing you here like this, that sexy,
sleepy smile on your face, knowing that you trust me totally…it’s a
gift to me. To have you give me the gift of yourself, Isabelle,
it’s priceless. And I treasure it.” Cam’s fingers lazily twirl
through my hair as he gazes down at me.

“You make me feel so free,” I say, feeling
self-conscious. “I thought I would feel shy, or even embarrassed by
some of the things we’ve done, but it’s been a revelation to let go
like this.”

“Good,” Cam gives me a sexy smile. “I want
you to feel free. This is all part of the sub/dom relationship,
showing you the freedom of surrender. This is one more way I can
take care of you. But now, I’d like to take us to the next level.
If you’re ready for it. Are you ready, Isabelle?”

I feel a flicker of nerves – and excitement.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m ready, if you’ll show me how.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

Cam sits up, and I do the same, so I’m
cross-legged, facing him on the bed. He reaches out and gently
strokes along my collarbone, tracing a path around my neck.

“Do you know about breath-play?” he asks
softly.

I shake my head, buzzing with
anticipation.

“It’s the ultimate in trust between a sub
and her dom,” he explains, his voice rasping sexily. “During sex,
I’ll control everything about you—even your breathing.”

I look at him, still confused.

“Withdrawing oxygen can enhance your
orgasm,” Cam continues, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s
dangerous, but done correctly, the feeling is incredible. But
you’ll be trusting me with your life, Isabelle. I need to know
you’re ready for it.”

My heart stops. It sounds risky as hell, to
put my life in his hands. What if he pushes me too far? I could get
seriously hurt.

But then I look at Cam, and I know, there’s
no safer person in the world. He would never let me come to harm.
Everything he’s done so far has proven he cares about my safety
above all else.

My safety, and my pleasure.

“Have you done it before?” I ask.

He nods. “A few times, but only with very
experienced subs. That’s why I don’t want to pressure you. This
isn’t for everyone.”

“But you like it.” I watch his face, and see
the tell-tale glint in his eye.

“Yes,” he answers simply. “For a dom, the
power is like nothing else in the world. And for a sub, the release
can be amazing, a rush like never before. But everyone has limits.
Maybe this is one of yours. You decide.”

His words tempt me. Despite my fear, I’m
curious.

“How would this work?”

He smiles. “Like everything else, you would
trust me to take care of you. But this time, we’ll have a safe-word
too. A signal that you don’t want to continue. When you use the
word or sign, I’ll stop right away. It’s the one line I’ll never
cross.”

I nod. That makes me feel more
confident.

“So if you say, ‘peaches,’ or make a fist
like this,” he shows me, “that means you want to stop, no questions
asked.”

“Peaches?” I smile.

“Because your breasts are like two ripe,
delicious peaches.” Cam bends to lick across one nipple. I shudder
at the blissful sensation, sinking against him. He moves to my
other breast, lapping the bud into a stiff peak that has me
writhing.

He moves from one to the other, nibbling and
nipping at the tender flesh. His teeth graze my skin with just the
right amount of pressure, teasing me into a state of crazy
arousal.

“Cam,” I murmur. “I’m ready. I want
this.”

“Are you saying yes?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes. Show me. Control me.”

Cam picks up his tie from where he discarded
it on the bed. Gently, he loops it around my neck. The silk
whispers against my skin, feeling soft and sensual as Cam leans in
and claims my mouth in a slow kiss.

His tongue caresses mine as the tie
tightens. My heart starts to race with the danger and excitement of
it, and my breaths get shorter and more rapid beneath the pressure
of the silk around my neck.

He kisses me deeper, pushing me back on the
bed until I’m lying under him. He slides a hand up the inside of my
thigh and lightly strokes against my clit, teasing me. I part my
legs, opening up to him. His breath gets faster and he slides a
finger, then two, deep inside my aching pussy.

I’m open and eager, my first incredible
orgasm still relaxing me completely.

Cam breaks the kiss and positions himself on
one elbow above me. He loosens the tie and waits for me to catch my
breath before he begins to tighten it again.

“Take a breath,” he murmurs. “Hold it until
I tell you to let go.”

I do as he commands me, holding his gaze as
he pumps his fingers deeper in my slick and needy channel. Time
slips by, and I get light-headed, but he doesn’t tell me to
release. I get lost in the feel of him, the dizzying stroke of his
fingers on my clit, blood pounding in my ears as he takes me to the
brink again—

“Now.”

I gasp for air in a whoosh. Oxygen floods my
lungs, I feel light-headed and alive with exhilaration.

“Wow,” I gasp. “That was intense.”

Cam looks approving. “It wasn’t too much for
you?” he asks.

I shake my head, eager now. “No, I want to
try more.”

“More?” Cam’s voice turns teasing. He nudges
his hard, stiff cock against me, and I moan.

“More, please.
Master
.”

.

He groans. “God, I love it when you call me
that.”

“And I love saying it,” I admit.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he
murmurs, as if sensing my last measure of shame. “You belong to me,
and that’s a beautiful thing.”

It is. Everything about the relationship
between us is beautiful and precious to me. He understands me
better than I understand myself – sees my most private desires and
meets the needs I never even knew I had.

Now I want to please him. To show him the
pleasure and power I know he craves so much.

“I’m ready,” I tell him, reaching to slide
my hands over his ass. I spread my thighs wider, opening myself to
him. “I’m ready to take it all.”

Cam’s eyes flash with desire, and then he
moves into position above me. He takes my wrists, pinning them down
into the mattress with one hand, totally dominating me.

Then he thrusts deep inside in a single
stroke.

Fuck, he feels so good! His cock fills me up
completely, so deep, so deliciously right.

I moan, arching up against him, and he
rewards me with another hard thrust. His hand closes around the
silk tie, pulling tighter, applying more pressure as he fucks me
harder.

God, this is intense! I can feel the
pressure, tight around my neck. It’s cutting off my air-supply now,
making every sensation even more vivid. The weight of his body,
bearing down on me. The damp heat of sweat, slick between us. The
stroke of Cam’s cock, rubbing high inside me, driving me crazy with
pleasure and desire.

The seconds stretch into an infinity. I feel
the pressure build, it’s almost too much—

Cam releases the tie, and I gasp for air. My
head is spinning, but it’s like I’m climbing to some high mountain
peak, my whole body pumping with breathless heat. Now he thrusts
again, and God, I’m in a daze, moving with him in a desperate,
hungry grind. He angles his hips, hitting my clit too with every
hard slam, and I cry out, hearing my voice as if from far away.