Page 91 of Cameron's Contract
I didn’t want her to feel she’d not lived up to my expectations. I didn’t care if they were here or not. For me this scene had been played out so many times it had lost its potency.
A wave of my hand gave the order.
They were to leave now, give us the privacy Mia needed and I craved.
Besides, I preferred to have her all to myself.
I removed my mask and placed it on the table.
With them gone and the click of the door being locked, I looked back at her. “I’m going to do things to you that I don’t want them to witness.” It was a small lie, but I hoped a comforting one nonetheless.
“Oh?”
“I refuse to give away any of my secrets.” I reached out. “Mask.”
She pulled it off her face handed it to me. “What are you going to do to me?”
I needed to get her back into subspace.
“This.” I reached out and slipped two fingers along her sex and slid them into her. “Bounce.”
Dutifully she obeyed. Her hands wrapped around the bars, her knuckles went white, and she sank onto my fingers. Her head fell back and cascading locks whipped behind her.
“Slower,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her hips rising and falling, thighs shuddering. My fingers delivered the kind of pleasure a good sub deserved. My thumb circled her clit.
I withdrew my hand. “Too fast, Mia. You know how I feel about obedience.”
“I’ll go slower, sir,” she promised breathlessly.
Opening the cage door, I gestured for her to near. “No. You have to earn the right to come out.”
Mia pressed her face between the bars and pointed. “That one, master.”
She had chosen the large white wand and I gave a nod she’d earned it. With a flick of button came that fast buzz, the power tool of vibrators, and her eyes widened with excitement.
Caressing her nipples with the rounded end, I watched them harden. The scent of her arousal caused my cock to twinge and press against my pants.
My need to see her fulfilled forced me to control both myself and her.
“Hands behind your back,” I demanded.
She gave a quick nod as she clasped her hands low at the base of her spine. Her hips arched toward me and her need screamed in her heavy lidded eyes.
“Please, master,” she begged.
I placed the vibrator on the table and turned it off.
She looked forsaken.
“Do you trust me, Mia?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I brought over that delicate thin string belt. Hanging from each end were three small metal clamps, and I wrapped the chain around her waist and brought the ends toward her sex. Taking my time, I fastened those clamps to her outer labia, and then gently eased her folds back to completely expose her. Her swollen clitoris was now viewable from any angle, and it shone from the way I’d coated that small nub with her wetness.
Her thighs shuddered and her small gasps were audible. Her gaze flit out to where that crowd had once stood, as though fantasizing they were here.
