Free Total Submission by Roxy Sloane Page B

more exposed.
    I slip into the scrap of black silk. The
dress settles over my body, hugging every curve. I look classy and
beautiful, but I know the naughty secret hiding under the short
skirt, and it makes me feel even hotter.
    I lace up my new sandals and pivot to take
in the view. Perfect. I used to hate the way men looked at me, like
I was some dumb toy, but now I love looking sexy for Cam. I feel
powerful when his eyes are on me, sensual and wild.
    I strut back into the living room with a
swing in my hips. I can see from Cam’s face, it was worth the
wait.
    His eyes rake over me, sending heat straight
to my core.
    “Come here,” he orders in a steely
voice.
    My heart races as I walk over to him. God, I
want his hands on me. I can’t get enough of him, the things he does
to me.
    The pleasure he provides.
    “Now, let’s see if you followed
instructions…” Cam slides his hands up my thighs, nudging the dress
higher. He traces the garter belt, then lifts the fabric all the
way to my waist. “Good girl,” he growls approvingly, his breath hot
against my skin.
    My legs go weak. He’s still seated, so my
pussy is level with his face. I’m trembling in anticipation, hungry
for his touch.
    “Don’t move,” he orders me. “Don’t make a
sound. Unless you’re begging me,” he adds with a wicked grin.
    Cam spreads my legs even wider, and sinks
two fingers deep into my aching cunt.
    I gasp. His eyes don’t leave mine, not for a
minute as he curls his fingers up inside me, rubbing my walls just
right.
    Then, just as the pleasure rises, he leans
forward and nips the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
    I yelp.
    “Easy there,” Cam murmurs, slowly fluttering
his fingers inside me. Every sensation is heightened, the sting of
his teeth still on my skin. “Just breathe…”
    He licks his way to my clit and slowly
circles the quivering nub. This time, I moan out loud in ecstasy.
He slides his fingers deeper, adding a third, stretching me
open.
    Fuck, it feels so good!
    I sway against him, sinking into the
pleasure of his fingers and tongue. Then Cam nips at my clit, a
sharp burst of pain against the seductive swirl of his fingers.
    I groan, hurtling closer to the edge. I love
this, love the way he masters my body, bringing new sensations to
the surface that make everything feel so much more . More
heat, more pleasure, more tension building low in my belly.
    Cam’s voice thrums against me. “You want
this don’t you, Isabelle? Want to feel the pain with the pleasure,
telling you that you’re really, truly alive.”
    “Yes,” I gasp, my legs about to give way. I
clutch his shoulders, and in a single move, Cam lifts me up and
lays me out on the coffee-table, pushing aside his gifts and
wrappers. Now I don’t have to do anything but sink into the
sensation, totally at his mercy.
    Cam rocks back on his heels. “Look at you,”
he groans in appreciation. He can see every part of me, every curve
and delicate fold. Knowing his eyes are on me makes a dirty, wicked
thrill race down my spine. “Dripping wet and ready to be
fucked.”
    “Yes. Please. Master ,” I add, knowing
how it turns him on.
    Suddenly, he flips me onto my hands and
knees, pulling my hips back so that my butt juts into the air. He
parts my cheeks, and then fuck, I feel him there, his tongue
lapping against me, nudging at the hidden knot of nerves. I tense
in surprise, moaning out loud at the sensation as he spears inside
me. He rubs my clit in time, and fuck, I’m close, so close—
    I pant for air, clutching the edge of the
coffee table. My nipples strain hard against the thin fabric of the
dress, and I thrust against him, needing more.
    “Not yet, Isabelle.” Cam spanks my ass, a
sharp stroke that snaps me out of my haze. Then he’s back, his
tongue expertly flickering against my ass, his fingers sinking into
my wet cunt. “Not until I give you permission.”
    Desperately, my mind races, searching for
some ordinary thing to think about.