Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Cameron?” she asked stupidly, vaguely aware it was the first time she’d ever used just his given name.
He didn’t say anything. He pushed past her into the room. Taking her by the shoulders, he stared down into her eyes. There was such longing in them that Jess was taken aback.
“What…?” she began.
“I need to set the record straight. Back when I apologized to you for that stolen kiss at the club, and assured you it wouldn’t happen again. I take it back. I’m not sorry. And it definitely will happen again. It’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about.”
Before she could react, he dipped his head to hers, his arms coming around her. Pulling her close, he kissed her mouth. As with that one other kiss they’d briefly shared, Jess’s heart began to boom, her breath catching in her throat, her limbs melting into jelly.
His mouth still on hers, he kicked the door shut. Reaching behind her, he pulled down the tab of her zipper so that her dress fell from her shoulders and puddled to the floor.
Jess’s entire body flooded with heat and light at his touch, desire nearly overwhelming her. But her mind rebelled, and she pulled away. “No,” she gasped. “I’m not doing this. I can’t do this.”
She’d spent the past week coming to terms with her situation, accepting that she’d only have Master Cameron at the club, and then only in controlled scenes. Who did he think he was, bursting into her room as if he owned her? She couldn’t bear for him to take what he wanted and then push her away once more.
Cameron dropped his arms, letting her go. He took a step back, breathing hard. His eyes were dark with pain and longing. His face reminded Jess of shattered safety glass, utterly broken but still somehow holding its shape.
She longed to reach for him—to comfort him, to kiss him—but she remained where she was, forcing herself to stand strong.
“I’m sorry,” he said, breathing hard. “I’m sorry for behaving like an ass, and not like the Dom you need me to be. It’s not enough, Jess. What we share at the club isn’t enough for me. I want more. I want you. All of you, not just the sub girl on her knees. I think maybe you want it too. If I’m totally off base here, tell me, and I’ll go.”
Jess stared at him a long moment, her mind lagging behind her body, which was tingling all over with the need to feel his lips on hers once more. He wanted more? He wanted her?
The flimsy dam she’d spent the week building around her heart was washed away as she stared into his beautiful eyes, still filled with longing, but now also with hope.
“Cameron,” she breathed in a whisper, her heart pounding.
“Jess,” he replied, infusing the word with such tenderness it brought tears to her eyes. He held out his arms this time, and she moved into them, losing herself once more in the passion of his kiss.
As they kissed, he unclasped the hooks of her bra while she feverishly worked at his buttons, nearly ripping them away in her lust. His hands were on his belt now, yanking it from the loops as she kicked her panties away.
They were both gasping, half laughing, unable to stop kissing as they fumbled to get naked. Finally, with their clothing scattered on the carpet all around them, Cameron let her go, stepping back to sweep her naked body with a burning gaze.
She stared back, her nipples aching, her cunt pulsing. Cameron’s body was hard and beautiful, his chest smooth, his pecs and abs clearly defined, his cock fully erect.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. They fell to the mattress, their tongues dancing together once more. “I have to have you, Jess,” he gasped between kisses, his hands moving hungrily over her breasts. “All of you.”
“Yes,” she cried breathlessly, desperate to feel his cock inside her. “Please. Please, Master Cameron. Please fuck me, Sir.”
“I have a condom,” he began.
“No,” she interrupted. “No condom. I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us. Please.”
Happily, he didn’t need a second invitation. He lifted himself over her, cradling her ass in his hands as he eased himself into her wet, throbbing cunt. She wrapped herself around him, losing herself in the breathtaking passion of the moment.
They rocked and swiveled together, touching, stroking, kissing as he moved inside her, drawing her closer and closer to a perfect climax. Suddenly, he reached for her hands, which were clasped tight around his neck. He pulled them away, gently but firmly, extending her arms over her head. He pinned her wrists to the mattress as he continued to move inside her. The masterful gesture made her melt into a pool of submissive butter.