Enthrall Him (Enthrall Sessions Book 3) (16 page)

Cameron showed such tolerance. Shay’s warning that his patience might be running out was not so far off. After our trip to the tower and my misplaced meddling, Cameron’s attitude towards me had shifted towards annoyance.

This chemistry between us was all one way. Shay had a point. I’d invented a lie, invested in my own fantasy, and come up with an unrealistic reality. Shay had probably saved me from myself.

Right now, home seemed so far away. My relationship with Richard seemed distorted. Maybe the time difference was addling my brain and making it hard to think straight.

Nervous about facing Cameron again, and wondering if he’d forgiven me for my snooping into his past, I tiptoed toward his room.

I cursed the door for creaking open.

Cameron stood in the master bedroom and stared out the window. His hair was wet from the shower, a towel was wrapped around his waist, and his broad shoulders were on view.

“Hello, sir,” I whispered nervously.

Cameron turned to face me.

Sucking my bottom lip, I wondered what to say, where to begin. The awkwardness rose.

“How about a massage?” He pointed to the bottle on the side table.

He looked full of melancholy, his handsome features drawn with tension. I hated it had been me who’d sent him into this mood.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Forgive me.”

“For what?”

“My big mouth. I’m apologizing for opening it.”

“I love your mouth,” he said, as though coming out of a trance.

That old fantasy came rushing back.

He shook his head. “It’s very fuckable.”

There it was. That straight talking from my master.

“I want to please you, sir.” Kicking off my shoes, I walked over to the side table, picked up the bottle, and tried to turn the cap.

He held out his hand for it.

“I’ve got it.” I unscrewed the top and took a sniff. It smelt nice. Earthy with delicate spices. I gestured for him to lie down.

Inwardly, I cringed. If Shay had been the one to buy it for him, he’d know what we were up to. I pushed that thought away.

And patted the bed for Cameron to lie down.

“I’m going to massage you,” said Cameron, breaking into a smile.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

He looked confused.

“What I meant was.” I chose my words carefully. “I’m meant to be pleasing you, sir.”

“Oh for goodness sake, Mia, take off your clothes and get on the bed.” He came quickly to my side, grabbed a lock of hair, and curled it around his hand, making my scalp tingle. “Don’t try to derail my plan to spoil you, missy.”

Standing there, a little surprised at the speed with which he undressed me, my arms went up to assist with the extraction of my blouse. I lowered them again for the removal of my bra, then I stepped out of my skirt and panties, before he threw them on the nearby chair.

Naked, I dropped to my feet in a position of submission.

“Up,” he demanded. “Obey.”

A hard spank to my bare ass made me scramble onto the bed and lay flat on my stomach. Heart beating hard, my head spun from Shay’s revelation I was merely a plaything.

The bed dipped as Cameron climbed next to me.

With my face buried in the pillow, I melted at the touch of his strong hands pummeling my shoulders, working out the tension with the oil.

Make the most of it,
my muse insisted
. It’s not every day you get a massage from a totally hot guy. The hottest guy on the planet.
 

“Relax your fingers.” He eased my grip off. “You’re holding onto the blanket like I’m going to hurt you. This is about pleasure.” He nuzzled into my ear. “We need this.”

My head swooned and I gripped the duvet again; half out of anticipation, half out of fear this was going to be the best massage of my life and my heart was going to find us in this room and scream to be owned by him all over again.

As though I’d ever gotten my heart back from him.

“What’s going on inside your head?” His fingers worked their way down my spine, circling. “Forget what happened. I have. Savor the memory of us sharing that cake in Harrods. You eating more than me and trying to take my eye out with your fork for that last piece.”

I relaxed a little.

His hands paused on my lower back. “Is everything all right, Mia?”

I crooked my neck to look at him. “Do I still please you, sir?”

“Always.”

“I know my place,” I whispered. “I’m very happy with it.”

“Why are you suddenly so submissive?” He titled my chin up to look at him.

My head was going to explode.

“Where’s my feisty Mia?”

“Being good.”

“Oh, so you want that kind of massage?” His fingers roved toward my buttocks and sunk into my flesh.

I was too thrown to correct him.

God, it felt good.

Surrendering to my fate had an upside.

I lay like that for what felt like an hour, drifting in and out, marveling at Cameron’s ability to not get bored with spoiling me with his affection. He was close, that’s all that mattered, and I sucked back this well of emotion.

When asked to turn over, a shot of excitement mixed with shyness.

Eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at him, I melted into the circle of eight he masterfully maintained across my breasts. His fingertips caught my nipples as he went. Trying to keep my trembling at bay, and not moan wantonly, I again clutched the bedsheet—

My mind, my body, plummeted into the abyss.

When his hands began that steady rhythm between my thighs, his fingertips brushing my sex in a sensuous tease, I arched my back.

“Relax,” he said, easing my thighs apart. “Go with it.”

Firmly, and with fresh oil on his warm hands, he expertly caressed my sex, sweeping up and sweeping up again, stroking me, and at long last finding my clit as he stroked and teased me there. Climbing ever higher, my breaths short and sharp, I rose toward the pinnacle, thighs shaking, waiting for those words of permission I’d silently chanted.

“You may come,” he said, carrying my climax ever higher. That slow steady fondling sent me hurtling into the center of nothingness. Blinding pleasure stole my breath. My soft cries were barely controllable.

When I opened my eyes again, he was still stroking me there—

His gaze hypnotically held mine. “I never want to stop touching you,” he said, burying two fingers inside me, simulating deep thrusts. His thumb circled my clit with a steady rhythm. “You look so enraptured when you come, Mia.”

My head crashed down onto the pillow.

Lips trembling, I remembered what felt like love was merely Cameron’s way to pass the time. His words were empty, meaningless, a game.

The truth owned this moment.

Richard only let me come with his permission. This was Cameron’s way of acclimating me for when he gave me back to him, preparing this ridiculous sub to be returned to her original master. Despite this feeling wrong, my body rebelled and went with him, another orgasm drawing me closer, tearing through my body, my back arching, thoughts scattering.

Racked with pleasure.

My long moan of wanton desire proved his claim.

As I lay quiet, his fingers now traced up and down my thigh. His subtle smile held satisfaction.

Like that diamond earring, I was destined to be thrown away.

Shay’s words haunted me. “
You’re a fucktoy for the rich
.”

A passing distraction
.
 

“
You’re their plaything.
” Shay had spoken it as though I really should know this.

The slap I gave Cameron across his face felt like an out of body experience.

We both stared at each other, him shocked I’d struck him and me just as startled. He touched his palm against his cheek. My hand stung like fire so his face had to as well.

“This was meant to be serene,” he said. “Intimate.”

I wanted to say sorry, but all I could do was stare in fear that he didn’t love me. I hated him for not loving me. And I hated me for wanting so much of him when I deserved so little.

Cameron leaned forwards, his fingers wrapping around my throat, the pressure on my neck light but threatening. “Is this what you want?”

Filled with panic, I gripped his wrists.

He lifted his hand. “You’re sending me mixed messages, Mia. Use words.”

“I’m not your fucktoy.”

He blinked under long dark lashes.

“I mean it,” I said.

“An hour long massage for my beloved minx proves that,” he said flatly.

Clever Cameron speak sent my mind into a full on doubt-fest. His intellect was able to get him whatever he wanted and make me think it was a good idea.

Even if the massage had been pretty damn fantastic.

“Tell me what you need,” he said.

I want you to love me
.

“You’re not my master,” I snapped. “No one is.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yes, I am.”

My eyelids betrayed me and fluttered shut. His dominance stole me back to his ownership, sending a shiver all over. Talk about mixed messages. My mind was screaming at me to get the hell out of the room, yet my body spoke the language of submission. He’d stolen my heart and stashed it away somewhere I’d never be able to find it.

“Admit you’re mine.” His hand found its way back to my throat.

The pressure caused ripples of spiraling excitement. My nipples hardened as though not understanding my rebellion was real.

Wide eyed, I watched him climb off the bed and grab a tie from the top of the dresser. He turned to face me, his cock erect.

He came at me fast—

Despite my resistance, and a near bite to his arm, he secured my wrists together above my head and secured me to the headboard.

“You want dangerous?” He slapped my thigh. “I’ll reign in your disobedience.”

“Untie me,” I yelled.

He rolled on a condom and scrambled back onto the bed with another tie in his hand.

Straddling me, his fingers worked fast to weave it around my mouth, then he tied the knot behind my head. I tasted him on the material, and the edges of my lips pulled taut. His scent burst into my nostrils and fired off this primal desire.

My arousal caused invisible sparks. I squirmed with need.

The more I fought him, the more turned on I became. My gasps, heard through the material, revealed this.

Trying to push him off, I kicked with my legs, but he was too strong, too in control, too fierce. He flipped me over and lifted my butt high and spanked me hard. I yelped through my gag.

My head down, my thighs spread with my ass in the air, I again gave myself completely to him. Cameron’s arms wrapped around me, his cruel fingers grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples, sending bursts of delicious pangs low.

A muffled groan escaped me.  

He thrust himself deep, stretching me with pleasure and causing me to flinch and shudder.

My thoughts ran off with themselves, creating scenarios of our future, me stealing glimpses of him, him barely noticing his once sub.

My sobs were softened by the gag.

Cameron reached around between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit, his expert flicking a masterful touch. At the same time, he pounded into me with unforgiving thrusts, his grunts of passion revealing he was gone from me, too caught up, and closing in on his own bliss.

Cars passed beneath the window. A door slammed somewhere far off.

The outside world disappeared…

My body melted against his. My fingers grasped the headboard and held on tight, needing this to never end.

Rising out of our struggle, our climaxes caught hold with that perfect promise of ecstasy only Cameron could bring. We both came hard, screaming through our orgasms, our bodies rocking in perfect union.

He stilled behind me. “Mia.”

We collapsed on the bed.

He lay by my side.

When he finally got round to untying me and removed my gag, I leaped up from the bed, picked up the pillow, and threw it at him. Feathers burst out, spiraling above us then raining down and covering him.

He blew a feather off his face.

And laughed, brushing feathers out his hair, looking unusually boyish. “Not sure this is what Dr. Finely had in mind.”

“Fuck Finely.” I scurried out, buck naked and not caring, heading down the stairs and through the living room, relieved Shay was nowhere to be seen.

If Cameron wanted a high-class girl, he could fricken well have her. I was never going to be that no matter how many tennis lessons I had, or how many hours I spent with Samantha Harding, etiquette educator extraordinaire.