Page 82 of Why Cheese?
“Ah.” Cam stands up with my dress in his hands. He helps to pull it over my head, the errant belt slapping me in the shoulder as it goes.If Roq had used that on him…
When my head pops out of the neckline, Cam’s staring deep into my eyes. He gives a little smile and declares, “It aroused you.”
My mouth drops and I try to look anywhere but at the man smirking at me. He’s been inside of me on a park bench. Why does the idea of him finding me aroused feel so embarrassing?
Cam’s lips glide around my ear as he whispers. “You’re not alone.”
With shaking fingers, I cinch my belt trying to not picture it around Cam’s neck as Roq strokes his cock. “So this happens a lot?”
“Not as often as I’d like,” he harrumphs. “I need to needle the man for months before he so much as growls at me. At least until you.”
I don’t know if that’s a compliment or a condemnation. Maybe both.
Cam peers over his shoulder. Somewhere back there are my bra and panties, but I can get them later when all these men are unimposing cheeses. “Strange though. He’s never once ruined the cheese before. I’m afraid that will have to be the end of the lesson for the night. That entire vat is wasted, and I doubt Roq’s in much of a teaching mood.”
“Where did he go?” I ask. Do I have to wait down here until dawn or can I slip up to my room without running into him?
“He’s probably fellating himself right now.”
My eyes bug out at the idea of Roq bent in half sucking on his own cock.
“No, I mean flogging himself. I suppose I should dispose of this milk. Chedward?” Cam shouts.
“What?”
“Get the buckets.” Cam takes a step deeper into the cellar.
I don’t let go of his arm. “Don’t you want help?” I ask, trying to keep my voice level.
“After this eve, it would be best if you recuperate. We can handle this mess and tomorrow night, well, we’ll all have quite the laugh over dinner.” He’s not even fazed by what happened. With a tender smile, Cam takes my cheek in his hand and kisses me. “And if I’m lucky, an encore.”
Climbing up the ladder, I try to ignore the way my toes curl in my shoes, but it’s getting harder. Before the whole choking, jacking incident, I was having a lot of fun.
You loved that.
No, it was terrifying.
Which is what you loved. That pump of adrenaline, not knowing what would happen next or who would fuck who. You want more.
Maybe it was hotter than anything I’d ever seen before. But that didn’t make Roq any less scary. The man could snap on a dime, and he hates me. What if Cam’s cock isn’t in the way next time?
Resigned to being terrified, I peek my head up through the hole. There’s no sign of feet waiting to ambush me. Holding my breath, I try to climb the last few rungs without making a sound.
Whew.I take a breath and brush down my dress. There’s no chance he heard me.
Woomph!The secret cellar door tips over and slams to the floor loud enough to wake the entire block.
Okay. He knows I’m here.Ducking my head, I grab my nearly-empty lasagna dish and run for the door without looking back. No terrifying, blue-haired men lurk in the shadows. And, even if they do, they don’t have time to catch me.
Ha!I breathe a sigh of relief as the door slowly closes, and I turn.
My nose crumples against a brick wall. The leftover lasagna slushes in the pan. I juggle it back as I look up.
Oh fuck…
“We should talk,” Roq says, his whole body nearly on top of mine. I start to eep when he’s the one to step to the side.
Tiny screams echo through my head. I grit my teeth.No. Dear god. Not without the others here.
