Page 90 of Cameron's Contract
Although aware of the small crowd who took their place not that far away, my focus rested on Mia. Beneath these lights, she looked ethereal—a stunning vision of blonde locks and beautiful eyes hiding behind a mask.
I approached her. “Told you I’d get you in a cage.”
Her gaze flittered toward the others—all ten masters with their subs now sitting at their feet. All of them seasoned, quiet, and respectful.
Song of Sophiaby Dead Can Dance oozed from hidden speakers, turning the heat up on this splendorous erotic tension.
Mia’s fingers tightened around the bars.
“Keep your eyes on me, Mia.”
To the left, a velvet drape hung over the table, and upon it was a selection of the toys I’d be using. That violet wand was ready to deliver high voltage sensations for sensual pain play, and that multi-speed wand was plugged in and ready. There were nipple clamps, and my favorite—labia chains to completely expose Mia and showcase the beauty of her sex.
We weren’t there yet.
I needed her tranced out, forgetting her surroundings, uncaring of voyeurs. The ultimate desired result was Mia so aroused she’d yearn to be watched coming.
And coming again. Wanting to share her profound experience.
The eyes peering through those masks revealed most of the masters had tranced out. The subs at their feet were equally aroused, their nipples hard buds of desire, and more than likely wishing they were the ones confined.
I gestured for Mia to turn around. “Let’s begin.”
She gave a nod as I took my time to ease the Shibari chains off her. They’d need to come off for this next part. I threw them onto the table with a clang.
Her butt cheeks pressed against the bars as I reached for the violet wand, brought it over, and caressed her left buttock. She flinched when I delivered a jolt. Working around her body, I lulled her, seeing the release of endorphins flooding her, indicated by her blue eyes sparkling and pupils dilating. Her bliss had heighted from the way she eased into the movement—this dance of bondage she fell into naturally.
I shrugged out of my jacket and threw it on the table. “Stand up.”
She did as I commanded.
Her vulnerability, her surrender, stirred my desire and made my cock ache for her. Reaching through and around her hips, I grabbed her butt, dug my fingernails in, and pulled her until her sex rested close between the bars.
Our eyes met. “Here’s your reward, kitten.”
Her head fell back. Locks tumbled as my mouth met her clit and suckled. The tip of my tongue strummed her.
When I broke away, Mia let out a protracted moan.
“What does the cage represent, Mia?”
“My complete surrender, Master.”
Rewarding her answer with delicate flicks of my tongue on her clit, I brought her closer again.
“And?” I asked.
“I’m willing to give up my freedom for you.” Her fingers intertwined in my hair, clutching my head against her.
I broke away and stared up at her.
Her expression shifted as her eyes darted toward our voyeurs.
A flitter of eyelids, a nervous flush on her chest. Doubt.
She wasn’t ready. Not really.
I was her master, her lover, and the man she trusted above all.
