Free Total Submission by Roxy Sloane Page A

to Cam, and instead spend the day at the
spa, brainstorming ideas for my meeting with the foundation. By the
time I let myself in the penthouse in the evening, I’m all relaxed
– and full of great ideas for outreach to the kids.
    “Cam?” I call, stepping into the apartment.
He said he might be home early for dinner. I love our evenings in
together: every night, he shows me a new side to our pleasure,
pushing me further, teaching me all the ways I can surrender.
    My shoes step on something soft. I stop. The
hallway is covered with rose petals, stretching into the living
room.
    My heart leaps. “Cam?” I call again,
following the trail down the hall.
    In the living room, Cam waits – surrounded
by a mountain of gift-wrapped boxes. “Happy birthday,
sweetheart.”
    I gasp. “You did all this for me?” I look
around in amazement. The room is covered in hundreds of roses in
cut-class vases. They’re my favorite white English variety, the
kind with sweet scented perfume. It looks like every available
surface is covered, and the floor is piled with boxes and bags.
“Cam, how did you know?”
    He gets up and takes me in his arms, giving
me a slow, hot kiss. “You’re mine,” he says possessively. “It’s my
job to know everything about you.”
    Damn, he’s hot when he’s all dominant like
this.
    I look around, overwhelmed. How did I get so
lucky with this man? Everything he does makes me feel so special
and treasured.
    “Come sit down and open your presents,” Cam
grins, like he’s the one celebrating. He leads me to the couch.
    “I don’t know where to start!” I protest,
still dazed. He laughs, and hands me a shoe-box-sized gift, wrapped
in amazing silver and gold paper with ribbons.
    “It seems like a crime to rip that open,” I
say, carefully sliding the ribbon off.
    “At that rate, we’ll be here all night,” Cam
smiles. He leans closer to whisper in my ear, “And I have even more
surprises planned for you.”
    His breath is hot against my skin, and I
shiver from his nearness. My nipples tighten in anticipation. Every
night with him so far has been a wild ride. I can’t imagine what
he’s planning this time.
    Maybe I can unwrap faster.
    I rip off the paper, and find a box of
Louboutin shoes. They’re amazing black sandals with straps to
criss-cross up my calves: totally sexy and wicked.
    “Cam, these are amazing!” I squeal, slipping
one on. Of course, it fits perfectly.
    “That’s just the beginning,” Cam grins,
handing me another box. I tear into the wrapping, feeling like
every Christmas and birthday has come rolled into one. Soon the
floor is littered with paper and ribbons as I discover the generous
gifts Cam has picked out for me: designer clothing, gorgeous
diamond jewelry, makeup and more.
    “You’re spoiling me,” I protest, when Cam
hands me the last box. “All this is too much, Cam,”
    “Nothing’s too much for you,” he smiles,
kissing me tenderly. “I just like to see you smile.”
    “I’d smile without any of this,” I tell him
honestly. “I love the thought, but all I need is you.”
    Cam’s eyes flash with heat. “I love hearing
you say that.”
    “Yes, Master ,” I tease him with a
grin. I lean in and nip at his ear, sliding my hand into his lap.
His cock stiffens against me, rearing up against his pants.
    He growls. “Go get dressed,” he orders me.
“Wear your new lingerie, and that black dress I like.”
    I bounce up, eager. “With panties, or
without,” I give him a playful grin.
    He lands a playful slap on my ass.
    “Without. I want to know you’re naked under
there. Naked, and wet for me.”
    God, yes. I’m already trembling with
anticipation, and I don’t want to keep him waiting, so I grab the
box and hurry to the bedroom. Quickly, I strip off my clothes and
dress in the new undergarments he gave me. The lace bra pushes my
breasts into two creamy mounds, and the garter belt and stockings
seem to frame my naked pussy, making it look even