Page 37 of Cameron's Contract
“Yes, Cameron, I know you’re the master of the dark arts and all that—”
“All that?”
She settled against me again. “I want to dabble.”
A word Richard had probably used around her. It was too cosmopolitan for her.
Mia looked up at me. “I want everyone to see you claim your submissive.”
I kissed her nose. “Already have.”
Her head rested on my chest.
“Let’s discuss it another time,” I said. “Perhaps when things have calmed a little.”
“I want it.”
I needed to explore the truth in those words. Her wanting to please me could even overrule her own happiness.
“You know the rules, Mia. The dom leads the play when he knows without question his sub is primed for that level.”
“I’m excited,’ she whispered.
“Let’s discuss it another time.”
“You don’t think I’m ready?”
“I want you to do it for you. Stage work is an intense experience. A heavy scene. It must be carefully crafted.”
She raised her head to look at me. “When you deem me ready then?”
“I’ll consider it.”
She beamed at me. “Your parents have swans.”
“Yes.”
“Do they bite?”
She made me smile. “Peck.”
“Of course, silly.”
“Either way it hurts.”
“Did you get pecked?”
“Chased, once.”
“They’re pretty.”
“Until they open their six foot wingspan and come at you hissing.”
“It’s funny, isn’t it? How those of us on the outside of these big houses look in and think you all have idyllic lives.”
“It’s idyllic now.” I pushed myself up the headboard and she snuggled against my chest as I reached over and brought the file onto my lap.
“What’s that?” she said sleepily.
