Total Submission (9 page)

Cam’s eyes flash with heat. “I love hearing
you say that.”

“Yes,
Master
,” I tease him with a
grin. I lean in and nip at his ear, sliding my hand into his lap.
His cock stiffens against me, rearing up against his pants.

He growls. “Go get dressed,” he orders me.
“Wear your new lingerie, and that black dress I like.”

I bounce up, eager. “With panties, or
without,” I give him a playful grin.

He lands a playful slap on my ass.

“Without. I want to know you’re naked under
there. Naked, and wet for me.”

God, yes. I’m already trembling with
anticipation, and I don’t want to keep him waiting, so I grab the
box and hurry to the bedroom. Quickly, I strip off my clothes and
dress in the new undergarments he gave me. The lace bra pushes my
breasts into two creamy mounds, and the garter belt and stockings
seem to frame my naked pussy, making it look even more exposed.

I slip into the scrap of black silk. The
dress settles over my body, hugging every curve. I look classy and
beautiful, but I know the naughty secret hiding under the short
skirt, and it makes me feel even hotter.

I lace up my new sandals and pivot to take
in the view. Perfect. I used to hate the way men looked at me, like
I was some dumb toy, but now I love looking sexy for Cam. I feel
powerful when his eyes are on me, sensual and wild.

I strut back into the living room with a
swing in my hips. I can see from Cam’s face, it was worth the
wait.

His eyes rake over me, sending heat straight
to my core.

“Come here,” he orders in a steely
voice.

My heart races as I walk over to him. God, I
want his hands on me. I can’t get enough of him, the things he does
to me.

The pleasure he provides.

“Now, let’s see if you followed
instructions…” Cam slides his hands up my thighs, nudging the dress
higher. He traces the garter belt, then lifts the fabric all the
way to my waist. “Good girl,” he growls approvingly, his breath hot
against my skin.

My legs go weak. He’s still seated, so my
pussy is level with his face. I’m trembling in anticipation, hungry
for his touch.

“Don’t move,” he orders me. “Don’t make a
sound. Unless you’re begging me,” he adds with a wicked grin.

Cam spreads my legs even wider, and sinks
two fingers deep into my aching cunt.

I gasp. His eyes don’t leave mine, not for a
minute as he curls his fingers up inside me, rubbing my walls just
right.

Then, just as the pleasure rises, he leans
forward and nips the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

I yelp.

“Easy there,” Cam murmurs, slowly fluttering
his fingers inside me. Every sensation is heightened, the sting of
his teeth still on my skin. “Just breathe…”

He licks his way to my clit and slowly
circles the quivering nub. This time, I moan out loud in ecstasy.
He slides his fingers deeper, adding a third, stretching me
open.

Fuck, it feels so good!

I sway against him, sinking into the
pleasure of his fingers and tongue. Then Cam nips at my clit, a
sharp burst of pain against the seductive swirl of his fingers.

I groan, hurtling closer to the edge. I love
this, love the way he masters my body, bringing new sensations to
the surface that make everything feel so much
more
. More
heat, more pleasure, more tension building low in my belly.

Cam’s voice thrums against me. “You want
this don’t you, Isabelle? Want to feel the pain with the pleasure,
telling you that you’re really, truly alive.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my legs about to give way. I
clutch his shoulders, and in a single move, Cam lifts me up and
lays me out on the coffee-table, pushing aside his gifts and
wrappers. Now I don’t have to do anything but sink into the
sensation, totally at his mercy.

Cam rocks back on his heels. “Look at you,”
he groans in appreciation. He can see every part of me, every curve
and delicate fold. Knowing his eyes are on me makes a dirty, wicked
thrill race down my spine. “Dripping wet and ready to be
fucked.”

“Yes. Please.
Master
,” I add, knowing
how it turns him on.

Suddenly, he flips me onto my hands and
knees, pulling my hips back so that my butt juts into the air. He
parts my cheeks, and then fuck, I feel him there, his tongue
lapping against me, nudging at the hidden knot of nerves. I tense
in surprise, moaning out loud at the sensation as he spears inside
me. He rubs my clit in time, and fuck, I’m close, so close—

I pant for air, clutching the edge of the
coffee table. My nipples strain hard against the thin fabric of the
dress, and I thrust against him, needing more.

“Not yet, Isabelle.” Cam spanks my ass, a
sharp stroke that snaps me out of my haze. Then he’s back, his
tongue expertly flickering against my ass, his fingers sinking into
my wet cunt. “Not until I give you permission.”

Desperately, my mind races, searching for
some ordinary thing to think about. Anything to distract me from
the intense sensations coursing through my body. But I can’t focus,
fuck, it feels so good!

Groaning, I imagine the thickness of his
pulsing cock. I need him inside me, God, I’ve never needed anything
so much.

He takes me to the brink again, so close,
then cuts me off with a series of stinging slaps. But the pain only
adds to my frustration. My whole body is on fire, demanding
release.

“Please,” I beg him. “Please!”

“Soon enough, my sweet. But I want you like
this. On the edge, ready to fall at my command.” Cam gives my clit
another possessive caress. “All night long, you’ll be wet for me.
And when I tell you to come, when I finally give you
permission…you’ll be impaled on my cock, and I’ll feel every damn
clench, I promise you that.”

With that final dirty promise, he’s gone,
leaving me trembling on the table. I whimper in frustration. I’m
wound so tight I feel like I’ll explode!

Cam helps me to my feet and pulls down my
dress. “Ready for dinner?” he asks casually, like I’m not strung
out on the edge.

“Bastard,” I tell him, gasping for air.

He grins. “Patience, darling. I promise,
it’ll be worth the wait.” I believe him.

He puts on his jacket while I slowly come
back down to earth. My whole body is ultra-sensitive, still aching
for the release he’s just denied me.

“The car is downstairs.” Cam holds out his
arm to me, ever the gentleman. “I love that I was just buried
tongue deep in your pussy.”

With a wink, he shows me to the door.

* * *

The car ride lets me pull myself back
together, and by the time we reach the restaurant, I’m almost back
to normal.

Almost.

I step out of the car and look up at the
elegant building. “You got us reservations at Metro?” I exclaim
happily. “This place has like a six-month waiting list!”

“I pulled some strings,” Cam says, leading
me inside.

We step into the restaurant, but instead of
showing us to the main dining room, the maître d’ leads us through
a short corridor, through a set of glass paned double doors to a
private room.

But it’s dark inside and feels empty. “I
think this is the wrong room…” I whisper to Cam.

Suddenly, the lights blaze on. A chorus of
voices yells, “Surprise!”

I freeze. The lights flip up, revealing a
room full of familiar faces. Keely, Vaughn, Justine, Ash, Olivia –
and my old society friends too. Nicole and co stretching their lips
into envious smiles as everyone cheers and calls out my name.

Happy tears fill my eyes. “Is this all for
me? Cam, I can’t believe it!”

He gives me a proud smile and kisses the top
of my head. “You deserve it, sweetheart.”

We move into the welcoming circle of my
friends and family.

“Happy birthday!” Keely hugs me excitedly.
“I can’t believe you didn’t say anything! You need to give a girl
some warning next time.”

“Right!” Justine agrees, kissing me on the
cheek. “How are you going to get the best gifts if you don’t give
people time to shop?”

“But I don’t need gifts,” I protest. What I
have, right here, is more than enough.

I squeeze Cam’s hand tightly as he takes me
through the crowd. I’m so full of gratitude and thanks that he’s a
part of my life now. I can’t imagine where I would be without him,
I just know that my life is full of friendship and warmth, the kind
I never dared dream about all these lonely years.

Right now, I’ve never been happier, and it’s
all because of him.

The party is perfect, but better than
anything is the beaming smile on Isabelle’s face.

She deserves to be happy, and after the
terrible things she’s been through, nothing gives me more pleasure
and pride than to make her feel so happy and at home.

“You don’t mind if I whisk her away for a
moment?” I interrupt her talking with Olivia.

“Go right ahead,” Olivia grins. “I’m going
to try another one of those amazing cakes. Don’t tell Nicole,” she
adds to Isabelle with a wink.

I steer Isabelle to a private corner. Music
is playing, champagne is flowing, and everyone seems like they’re
having a great time – even Isabelle’s snootier friends. I’m glad I
invited them too, I want everyone to see how happy Isabelle is
now.

“Did I tell you you’re the best?” Isabelle
beams, clutching me. She’s giggly and carefree, and it’s the cutest
fucking thing in the world. “Because you are. The best.”

I laugh. “Enjoying the champagne?”

“Yes. It’s my favorite. In fact,
everything’s my favorite. How do you do that?” Isabelle asks. “Know
what I want even before I want it myself?”

I pull her closer, loving the feel of her
body under that sinful silk dress – and the private delight that’s
waiting just for me. “It’s my job as your Master to give you
everything you need.” I slide my hand over the curve of her ass.
“Everything.”

Isabelle inhales, her eyes bright. “I still
want you so bad,” she whispers. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait
to get you home.”

Damn, she’s hot. I lust after her. “I booked
us a suite at the Plaza,” I tell her. “Once we leave this party,
I’m not letting you out of bed all weekend. And I packed some very
special toys,” I add, relishing the thought of how my new crop will
mark her sweet flesh.

“Let’s go,” Isabelle says immediately. “I’m
going crazy here for you.”

I stifle a growl. “Another hour, then we’ll
leave,” I promise. “I want you naked and tied to the bed before the
stroke of midnight.”

“I don’t remember that in Cinderella,”
Isabelle laughs.

“Well, it’s not a glass slipper that’s going
to fit you like a glove.” I lean in, murmuring hotly in her ear.
“My cock is going to claim you, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you
up so good you’ll come screaming my name.”

Isabelle catches her breath. “You think
everyone can tell?” she asks, turning back to the party. “That I’m
drenched for you, desperate to feel you inside me?”

“They don’t even realize,” I promise. “It’s
our little secret.” I place a possessive hand on her ass.

Then I catch sight of someone across the
room, and every muscle in my body turns to stone.

Brent.

“No fucking way,” I growl, lunging through
the crowd.

“What?” I hear Isabelle ask. “Wait, Cam,
stop!”

I reach the front of the room and grab him
by his collar, shoving him up against the wall. “What the fuck are
you doing here?” I demand in a rage. “This is Isabelle’s party, and
you’re not welcome!”

Brent gasps for air, his face turning bright
red. “Put me down!” he wheezes. I shake him, hard, but then I feel
a soft hand on my arm, pulling me back.

“Cam! Cam, please!”

I release him, and he stumbles to the
ground. “It’s OK,” I promise Isabelle, “He’s leaving, right now. He
won’t hurt you anymore.”

“It’s not me you have to worry about.” Brent
gets his voice back. He stands straighter, looking at Isabelle with
a sickeningly smug grin. “Happy birthday, sis. I brought you a
surprise guest.”

“What are you talking about?” Isabelle
clutches my arm.

Brent nods behind him, to where a
stocky-looking man in a police uniform is watching the
confrontation. “I told you, I don’t bluff.” Brent sneers. “Enjoy
the rest of your life—behind bars.”

The cop steps forward. “I’m going to need
you to come with me,” he says sternly.

I step in front of Isabelle. “No!” I growl.
“She’s not going anywhere. What’s this about?”

“This is about your past catching up with
you,” Brent answers smugly. “You think you could get away with it?
Nobody crosses me!”

Another couple of cops enter the room, and
now everyone’s looking at us.

Isabelle turns to me, tearful. “Cam…” she
whispers, clearly terrified. “You promised…”

“It’ll be OK,” I promise her, my mind
racing. “I swear, it’ll be OK.”

The cop moves to take her arm. He forces it
behind her back, and handcuffs her. The cuffs are plain metal, and
I’m sickened seeing them dig into Isabelle’s slender wrists.

“Isabelle Ashcroft, I’m arresting you on suspicion
of murder.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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story concludes in the explosive final installment
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