Campaign of Desire (CSA Case Files 4) (24 page)

Within minutes, she and Thornton had walked into her apartment building and rode the elevator up to her floor. Phoebe was thirty minutes early and wanted to use that time wisely. She would shower and put on one of her favorite corsets, trusting that Lach would keep his word and that they would both be satisfied before this evening was over.

“Thornton, Lach will be here in around thirty minutes,” Phoebe said, after the agent had made his sweep of her apartment. “Please just let him in.”

Thornton agreed and closed the door behind him, taking up his position at her front door. Phoebe rid herself of her gloves and coat, thinking of how she wanted this evening to start out. She knew just which corset she would wear and thought of the positions that submissives took when waiting for their Dominant. It was hard to think of Lach as her Master, although that was a term that floated around the Internet on almost every site. She was glad that he preferred the title
Sir
.

One position stood out that Phoebe had seen online. A beautiful sub was kneeling on a bed, her knees separated and her hands laced behind her head. There was a grace about the woman that gave off the feeling of serenity. Had she truly felt that way waiting for her Dominant? There was only one way to find out.

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Phoebe heard the front door of her apartment open as well as bits and pieces of the conversation that Lach and Thornton were having. She’d left her bedroom door ajar, although she couldn’t see much into the living room as she anxiously waited on the bed in the kneeling position she’d thought would appeal to him. Her muscles were tense and her body was so ready for tonight’s events that serenity wasn’t even close to what she was feeling. What did that mean?

Throughout the process of getting ready and choosing one of her favorite corsets, which was white leather decorated with black lace, Phoebe had gone over and over what she wanted out of this journey that Lach had promised her. He’d given her an out should she have wanted it, but she truly wanted to share in this part of him. And if she were honest with herself, her body and mind responded to him in a way that she hadn’t with anyone else.

“Phoebe?” Lach was closer than before although Phoebe hadn’t heard his footsteps or the fact that he’d closed the front door. For someone so tall, there were times he was like a ghost. “Phoebe?”

Before she could say anything, Lach had pushed open her bedroom door. He stood there with a large black duffle bag and all of her thoughts immediately went to what could possibly be in there. The tight sensation of the corset that gave her a sense of security vanished. Phoebe’s fingers slipped from their clasp behind her head and she slowly lowered her hands to her thighs, which currently had on black stockings to match the black lace on her corset. She raised her gaze to his, and for a moment thought she saw surprise. It warmed her heart that she could keep him as off guard as he kept her.

“Sir.”

Phoebe said his title, hoping he would take it as the gift she was giving. She didn’t want dinner, she didn’t want to think about work, she didn’t want to talk over more things, and she didn’t need more time to evaluate their current situation. His presence had made her understand that there would eventually come a time when she could wait for him like the submissive in the picture, at peace with herself and secure in her Dom’s hands. It would take time to learn and allow the trust and respect to grow. She wanted that, but right now her body was waiting on a release that was over a year in coming.

“You are a welcome sight,” Lach murmured, taking a step into the room and placing his bag on top of her hope chest at the foot of her bed. “I’m glad to hear that today’s scene had the intended affect. I can see from here that you followed my instructions.”

Phoebe couldn’t prevent the flush that appeared on her cheeks and marveled that he was able to do that to her. She wasn’t easily flustered, but his eyes were trained on her black panties, which she knew had a damp spot in the middle. She resisted the urge to close her knees and waited breathlessly for what would happen next. Would he order her to stand and undress? Would he allow her to once again see his body? Would they forgo the formalities and make love?

A part of Phoebe understood why Dominants made their submissives wait for release, although at the time it wasn’t so pleasant. But if she were honest with herself, she’d never been more aware of her entire being than she had been today. She admitted to herself that she would be disappointed if he didn’t play out whatever scene he intended to carry out.

“No two submissives are the same.” Lach’s statement had certainly grabbed her attention and she had to wonder if he knew she’d doubted herself. That was impossible, but that didn’t stop a shiver of excitement from traveling up her spine. “I love that you have a penchant for corsets and I will continue to supply you with them, as I can see they make you feel beautiful. What I want to see right now is you standing before me and describing to me why.”

Lach didn’t wait for her to unravel her body from the bed before removing his holster. It wasn’t until his full lips thinned slightly that Phoebe realized she was still in her position on her comforter. Her heart started to race as her mind whirled with possible explanations of why the corsets made her feel sensual. It was hard to think of that all the while waiting impatiently for him remove his clothing. When he placed his holster and weapon on the dresser glancing at his bag and then leaning against the large piece of furniture, she reluctantly stood at the end of the bed.

“I want you positioned at the full length mirror.”

Phoebe looked across the room to where an antique dressing mirror was situated right next to the door of her closet. It had three sections of long vertical mirrors to capture different angles of her appearance. She wasn’t quite sure why he would want her there when she was supposed to describe herself to him, but she slowly walked over to where he wanted her to be. She was relieved that she could see his reflection. Wanting his brown eyes to darken even further, she placed her arms behind her, using one hand to grab onto her other wrist. She spread her feet shoulder width apart and felt wetness drip out of her pussy as she finally got the reaction from him that she wanted.

“Very good. Either you’ve been doing research today or you remember what you saw during your time at the clubs.” Lach moved like a predator across the beige plush carpet until he was standing directly behind her. He traced her skin where her neck and shoulder melded into a curve with only his finger, evoking tingles that traveled down to her hands. “I want you to forget about everything you’ve ever read or witnessed. I want you here with me. Alone.”

“I’m here with you, Sir,” Phoebe whispered, his words enveloping her with warmth and affection. It was as if he’d dimmed the lights and they were the only two people on stage, the audience quiet yet captivated. “I’m yours.”

“If you’re mine, then share with me how this corset makes you feel.”

“I-I feel sensual when I’m wearing one.” Lach never ceased touching her in some manner. He was using both hands now, lightly caressing her sensitive flesh. “I feel aroused.”

“Go on.”

“I—” Phoebe broke off as he trailed a finger down the middle of her cleavage only to bring it back up over her other breast. She inhaled and watched her chest rise, as if wanting to catch his intimate stroke once more. He’d already moved onto her shoulders and back. “I like the soft feel of the leather.”

“How does it make you
feel
, Phoebe?”

“Secure, Sir.” The two words she spoke surprised her, but finally gave her an insight to the truth. “Bound. Safe…as if arms are holding me tight and they won’t let me fall.”

“Very good, Phoebe,” Lach said softly as he started to untie the laces on the back of her corset. One by one, she felt the strands loosen, raising her vulnerability. Why was he doing that? “I want to see all of you though, and afterward I promise that you will feel that way again.”

Phoebe wasn’t sure she breathed as his calloused fingers worked on releasing her body from its constraints. As Lach got down to where her fingers were clenching her wrist, she reluctantly opened her hand and let her arms rest alongside of her body. Her chest felt tight while desire riddled her insides. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, particularly when her corset was slid down her hips and resting at her ankles.

“Step out.”

Phoebe moved her leaden feet, replacing them shoulder width apart the moment she could, hoping he would leave her panties on and give her some sense of security. She wasn’t ashamed of her body per se, but when she looked at her frame, she saw the imperfections. Her left breast was slightly larger than her right. Her stomach didn’t lie as flat as she would have liked, and her thighs always looked better covered than they did in the flesh. Her hopes were dashed when his large fingers slipped inside the lace of her panties and pulled them down, anticipating that she would inch her ankles closer together. She did so, although silently moaned in protest.

“You are a vision.” Lach reached around and placed her breasts in the palm of his hands. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, although it was impossible for them to harden any more than they were. “The deep rose of your nipples makes my mouth water.”

Phoebe was tortured at the thought that Lach would stand behind her and describe every body part he touched, but was taken aback when he slid his hands off of her breasts and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He leaned down, pulling her securely against his chest while pressing his lips to her neck, gently kissing her on the most sensitive part. As if he’d created an illusion, she felt as if she were back in her corset.

“My arms will always be around you and you must trust me to never let you fall.”

Phoebe lost track of how long Lach held her against his body. She didn’t want to lose this seclusion he’d wrapped them in. She relaxed into him and savored this moment of intimacy that had taken them to a different plane. He’d placed her soul within his embrace and something shifted inside of her, signaling an evolution of her former self.

Lach pulled away and although his arms slid free from her waist, she didn’t feel as if she were alone. He stepped into her closet and she heard him rummaging through the chest where her other corsets were kept, wondering why she couldn’t put the one she’d chosen back on. She didn’t want to be the one to break this comforting silence, so she waited peacefully for him to return. And there was the recognition. The submissive in the picture had felt this, and all the while Phoebe had thought it had been physical.

“I’m choosing this corset to encircle your waist while we continue our scene.” Phoebe looked down at the item in Lach’s hand, seeing one of the few corsets she had in which her breasts weren’t covered. It wasn’t one she normally would have selected, but she trusted him with more than just her body. “I want to be the one to lace your bindings.”

With each strand he tightened, Phoebe felt the electricity in the air return with a force of an explosion. Her breasts were raised by the material, causing them to appear fuller. Her clit felt engorged and she was glad her legs were separated. Was it possible to orgasm from just pressing her legs together? It felt that way but she remembered what he’d said this afternoon and there was no way that she would chance coming without his permission. There was something very erotic about that stipulation.

“Go and lay yourself in the middle of the bed. Eyes closed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Phoebe closed the distance to her four-poster bed, naughty visions of what Lach had planned floating through her mind. She felt her knees tremble as she crawled into place, finally turning over to see him walking to where he’d placed his black bag. When she caught him looking over at her, she realized that she hadn’t closed her eyes. Quickly lying back, she let her lashes drift shut.

“You said the other night that you only enjoy pleasure, not pain.” Phoebe strained to hear what Lach might be getting out of his bag of toys. “Is that still true, even after the research you seem to have done?”

“Yes, Sir.” Phoebe loved pleasure. She’d witnessed almost every scene imaginable, at least she thought so, and she’d come to the understanding that she wouldn’t like pain. She could probably withstand a flogger, as long as it was used to tickle her skin, but not the stings from a flip of the wrist. She absolutely hated the sound of a whip. “I enjoy pleasure very much, Sir.”

“I’d like to see how much, Phoebe.” Lach had somehow materialized by the side of the bed without her hearing him move. She turned her head to the side but before she could open her eyes and look at him, he was placing a blindfold over her head. “This will keep you focused on the pleasure you’re about to receive.”

Phoebe could barely contain her anticipation at what was about to occur. She’d only ever witnessed a scene, never participated in one. It was hard for her to call it a scene when it was so much more than that. She listened intently as he went about doing something to her mattress and for a second, she thought she heard the rattling of chains, but instead felt her wrist being encircled by something soft. The binds felt as soothing as the corset around her waist. It didn’t take him long and when he’d completed fitting her wrists and ankles, he somehow attached them to the posters of her bed. She was now spread eagle and completely open to whatever pleasure he deemed to give her. It dawned on her that she was still without her panties and he could see just how much this bondage aroused her.

“Your breasts won’t be ignored tonight,” Lach said at the exact moment she felt his breath on one of her sensitive nipples. When his lips sealed around the erect tissue, Phoebe arched her back as much as the restraints would allow. The heat and suction felt exquisite and she cried out when he pulled away. “This cream will keep them stimulated while I concentrate on other sensitive parts of your body.”

Phoebe felt his finger smear something across one nipple and then the other, but didn’t comprehend what he meant by stimulated. All she felt on her skin was a wetness, as if it were a cream or gel. She’d heard of products like the one he described, but maybe his merchandise had expired.