Free Madness by Allyson Young Page B

did you get in here anyway?”
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    Cameron lowered his bulk over her and pinned her with his weight. “You’ll have to get a new security chain, honey. You really didn’t think that would keep me out?”
    Olivia cut her eyes to the doorframe and gasped at the sight of raw, splintered wood where the brass screws had once held the chain secure.
    “Good grief, Cameron! How am I supposed to explain that?” She raged.
    “Get off of me.”
    “Let me take care of your clit,” came his determined response.
    Olivia fumed and then nodded. She had never thought of herself as a violent person, ever, but he was bringing something out in her that she had never felt before. She wanted him to control her even as she resisted. Her body totally responded to his approach. Yet she wanted to punch him, bite him, and kick him and have him respond.
    Never had she felt so alive. She was clearly insane.
    Cameron moved to sit beside her hip, and Olivia inched her legs apart.
    “Wider, honey, like you did for me last night,” he urged.
    Blood rushed to her face, and Olivia both cringed and thrilled to the memory and the fact that she was once again naked, on a bed, with Cameron. She spread wide and he shifted to bend her knees up, placing her feet flat on the bed. He gently spread her folds near the top of her sex and his eyes narrowed a bit.
    “It will be okay in a little while, Olivia,” he assured her. “I won’t apologize for tormenting you, but I need to take care of you afterward better than I did.”
    He kept saying that, saying that he wanted to care for her. Olivia had been the caregiver during all of her adult life. This felt strange yet welcome, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to trust it. He probably did this with all his women, all his casual subs. When Cameron carefully smoothed a large dollop of the topical anesthetic over her clitoris, Olivia fought the arousal that accompanied the soothing sensation. Oh 66
     
    God, she couldn’t, simply couldn’t do this again for so many reasons.
    He pushed a finger up inside of her and found that special spot as he whispered another finger over her clit. Olivia suddenly climaxed and gave herself up to the pleasure. She vaguely considered through the haze of gratification that, unless she could keep her distance, Cameron was going to keep her from processing this thing between them. And when he tired of her, she would be devastated. Somehow she needed to push him away, but lost as she was in the gentle, empty clenching of her sex as she came down, the wherefores of that task eluded her.
    “Olivia.” Cameron was talking to her again. “Never refuse a reasonable request from me again. You won’t like the consequences.” Olivia closed her eyes. She couldn’t let him do this to her. He wasn’t kidding when he said he said he was dominant. He wore his dominance like a mantle. She gathered the last of her strength and resolve and rolled quickly away to the other side of the bed and heaved herself to her feet, her heart feeling heavier than her body.
    “Please leave, Cameron,” she begged. “Please.”
    “I can’t, honey,” he replied. “If I do, before we talk, you will shut me out and convince yourself that we are a bad idea. We haven’t even started.”
    Olivia felt her knees go weak, and she let herself fall to them, then canted to one side and slipped down to the carpet, curling inward, finally folding her arms around herself. He was going to take everything and leave her with nothing. She let the tears flow and shut out the anxious sound Cameron made. He plucked her up and cuddled her against him as he sat down in the single upholstered chair. He rocked her and muttered nonsensical sounds against her hair. She simply wept and sobbed and did her best to hold some part of her from him.
     
     
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    Cameron rocked his woman and comforted her as best as he could. She was trying really hard to withhold. That he knew. What he didn’t understand was why. She was