Free Madness by Allyson Young

body. Her traitorous pussy moistened, and her nipples pebbled, but she strengthened her resolve. She was totally angry with this man and needed time to think it through, to process it. Maybe it was irrational, but she was fighting an incredibly strong urge to smack him up alongside the head and kick him when he fell down, then jump on his cock and impale herself. She was both exhilarated and annoyed that he had unleashed her sexuality and given her such pleasure, albeit accompanied by some discomfort and erotic pain, which, if she was totally honest with herself, had made that pleasure even better. But most of all she was angry with herself for agreeing to spend this night with him. Because she wasn’t sure she could go back to being Olivia Foster, and tonight had been merely an interlude for Cameron. What had he called it? An experiment. A fling. Oh, he would want another day or two with her, until he could fuck her ass. She wasn’t stupid.
    She knew his intent. And then there would be nothing new, nothing to conquer. He had spoken of all his casual subs, and she was damned if she would ever fit that description. Olivia Foster was nothing like casual. She felt tears prick at her eyes and impatiently forced them back.
    “I’m going to try and get to my hotel room without anyone seeing me and realizing that I’ve been out all night doing God knows what,” she retorted, watching Cameron’s face darken.
    “I want you to stay with me today,” he said.
    “And I don’t want to,” she replied.
    Cameron stalked toward her, his cock filling and rising toward his belly. Olivia dragged her eyes from it and put up a hand.
    “Red light.”
    Cameron froze, and Olivia was transported back to the childhood game. What was next? Mother May I? Tag? Cameron Says? She fought a hysterical laugh and shook her head. She was simply overtired and overwhelmed.

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    “I’m done, Cameron. It was intense, and thanks.” She picked up her purse, minus the mascara, and let herself out the door. She heard a muffled curse and something hit the door with a crack, and she ran to the elevator and pounded on the button.
    However, Cameron respected that safe word, and she got to her room without incident. Her clothes went into a laundry bag, and she fell into the big bed without turning out the little bedside lamp.
    Exhaustion swallowed her up like a frog licks a fly into its belly, and she knew nothing more.

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Chapter Six
    Olivia awoke to pounding on her hotel room door. She blearily looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was just after ten. She was tired, and sore. Surely she didn’t have to get up so they could clean the room! She pulled the pillow over her head, but the pounding continued. Then she heard her name being called. It was Cameron. So much for holding him at bay with a safe word. She felt her anger swell and inspire her. She jumped out of bed, slightly disconcerted to find herself naked, and grabbed her robe from the chair. Its fine material swathed her and minimized the chafe on her nipples. Even so, she winced because it reminded her of the incredible sensations she had experienced the night before for the first time ever. She marched to the door with greater purpose and opened it on the chain.
    Cameron’s angry face was framed in the narrow opening, and she involuntarily stepped back for an instant before again being swamped with annoyance.
    “What do you want?” she nearly shouted.
    “Let me in, Olivia. I’ve waited six hours for you to rest. We need to talk.”
    “I’m not ready to talk to you, Cameron. I’ll let you know when I am,” she retorted, and tried to close the door. Cameron simply leaned on it and she found to her frustration that she couldn’t budge it.
    “Back off,” she snapped.
    “I’m not going anywhere until we talk, honey,” he insisted. “Let me in.”
    “No. Or is that a word you aren’t familiar with?” Olivia itched to smack him.
     
     
     
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    Cameron smiled at her, and the