Madness

Club Pleasure 2

Madness Not wanting to corrupt Olivia, Cameron arranges for her to see him with another woman to push her away. Aroused but ultimately betrayed, Olivia moves on. Twelve years later, they reconnect, and Olivia harbors a secret. Cameron seduces and dominates her, but rather than waiting for her to come to him of her own accord, he betrays her burgeoning trust by ferreting out her secret. She casts him off. Olivia loses herself in work and releases her pain at Club Pleasure. Cameron is a member, unbeknownst to Olivia, but has retreated from the lifestyle. He accompanies his friend there nearly a year later, and when he sees her with one of the house Doms, he crumbles at the sight. Pleasure's owner, Patrick, offers them both an innovative opportunity to retrieve and rebuild their relationship. No guarantees, but perhaps pride and betrayal will be overcome and love will carry the day. Genre: BDSM, Contemporary Length: 44,302 words

MADNESS Club Pleasure 2

Allyson Young

EROTIC ROMANCE

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MADNESS Club Pleasure 2 ALLYSON YOUNG Copyright © 2012

Chapter One “Good grief! The place is a madhouse! Who knew it would change this much in just over a decade?” Olivia Foster heard herself actually speak the words out loud, and she was driving a convertible, too. Anyone could have overheard her. They would think she was nuts, talking to herself. She pulled her Beemer into the last available space in the hotel’s parking lot. She hadn’t realized how much the town had grown in the past years, her past infrequent visits being of the low-key, skulking kind. Well, not any longer. The pulsing, inviting music from the bar spilled out into the night as the door opened and closed to admit new patrons, and the brightly lit signs impugned the ambiance of the warm summer night. Shrugging, Olivia tugged her hard shell case out of the back seat and set it down beside her laptop and purse before putting the top up on the car. She hoped she wouldn’t be staying here more than a few nights. It all depended upon how far the local contractor had gotten on her house. It had been her experience that contractors tended to be optimistic in their time estimates, however. The lobby was spacious and fairly empty as Olivia made her way to the reception desk. The young, blonde clerk was happy to acknowledge her reservation number and provide her with all the

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necessary paperwork. Olivia couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come. It was a new start for her and she was determined to move on with her life. She had learned, in casual conversation with her parents, that the Donovan beach house and golf course were up for sale, the Donovan family now scattered after the patriarch’s demise, and uninterested in Aspen Grove. Olivia longed to go home, to the place she had actually lived longest, away from the painful situation her life had become. She hadn’t planned to find a place, just go back and visit awhile, to relax and take stock, like Andrew wanted her to. The information from her parents seemed like a sign, and she arranged to buy the property through the local agent, her own agent in the city managing the deal. Even the proposed renovations had taken place that way, and the agent indicated much how the locals would appreciate the work staying local. The general contractor periodically sent her e-mails and pictures of progress, which seemed painfully slow, but were probably well-done, not that the two were necessarily synonymous. Olivia herself would take over the decorating. The golf course continued under its present management, but that, too, might change when Olivia arrived and assessed the situation. She had never thought she would be a business owner, but knew she could learn. She had done a great job at everything else she had undertaken in her life. Well, almost everything. She quit thinking about that. It was like a lifeline, this anticipation she felt, and perhaps she could move on. Cameron hadn’t lived in Aspen Grove for years. She had made certain inquiries to determine this, so all in all, she would embark on a new life. **** Holy hell. It was her. Back in Aspen Grove, just as he was. How could that be just a coincidence? Fate, more like it. He hadn’t been back for years, but his security company was taking him and his staff further and further afield with new contracts, and the contractor had

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indicated the need for, not only an updated system on the old Donovan house, but in all likelihood for the golf course, being that the same person had purchased both. He normally didn’t do the estimating but they were short staffed, and he had thought to check out the town he had lived in for awhile a century ago. He had thought he could put some ghosts to rest at the house as well. But what was Olivia doing here? From the last he had heard, she was living in Austin, just as he was, although he had never seen her there. He hadn’t dared. She looked beautiful. A bit older, more mature, but the way she walked and held herself, the slender body and other attributes were the same. His cock surged and his heart pounded. Should he approach her? Pretend he didn’t see her? Good God, he was feeling anxious about a woman, he who dominated women for their pleasure and his. Many women worked in his company. He knew and played with dozens of others. And not once had he ever felt a glimmer of anxiety around any of them. Cameron flashed back to that summer when he had lusted after Olivia Drader. They had connected, despite his relative newness to the area. She had accepted him, and the others had followed suit. The group had been a blast, like a friendly mixer every time they got together, without the awkwardness of romances and the drama of heartbreak. Even at twenty-five he was clear that his sexual interests didn’t fit with most people he knew, men or women, and he was careful not to show them. He needed to dominate in his relationships, couldn’t be fulfilled without it, and could hardly get what he needed in small town Aspen Grove. So he usually went to Austin and found a club to satisfy his physical needs and came to learn and understand himself, but that had taken time. Time he hadn’t had where Olivia was concerned back then. Olivia had been fun and a great person. They talked about everything, and she became his friend as he became hers, although true friends probably didn’t keep such dark secrets from one another.

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He couldn’t always look past the wealth of her abundant and beautiful black curls and golden eyes, but the person behind her good looks was equally lovely when he could get his libido under control. She was tall and slim with curves in all the right places, and it was hard to take his eyes off her heart-shaped ass. Olivia seemed totally comfortable in her own skin no matter what she was wearing and full of selfconfidence. He knew from their conversations that she was fairly inexperienced, although had a healthy interest in sex. She just hadn’t found the right man, she had confided. He fought against offering himself to audition for that part, worried about disturbing the camaraderie they shared, but he sensed she had picked up on something of his prurient interests, as smart and sensitive as she was. Cameron wanted to see if she would relinquish her control to him sexually, but resisted corrupting her because he didn’t feel ready. He then found himself losing the battle against seducing and dominating her. The night he had broken all the rules, the night he had taken Jennifer Barnes into the off-limits bedroom of old Donovan’s beach house, well, his actions were an act of sabotage. He hadn’t known Olivia would catch them but knew Jennifer would tell her. It was for the best that Olivia had seen for herself, because she was so loyal. It was more likely that she would have slapped Jennifer for lying about him. But she had seen him, seen what he was capable of, and that was only a preview. Jennifer was an educated submissive. He had seen her in one of the clubs he frequented in Austin, and it had taken but a suggestion to get her up to the house that night. He wasn’t blind to the fact that, in her bound position, with her face turned away from him and given her dark hair, he could convince himself that it was Olivia on that bed. He lost Olivia that night and had tried to convince himself that it was in her best interest, but he would never forget the look on her face. She had not been shocked but rather incredibly hurt, betrayed, even. And there had been arousal, too, although that had quickly changed to the contempt and anger that soothe betrayal.

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Cameron had never connected with the group again, pleading other commitments, and given his age, the others assumed he was moving on. He never saw Olivia again either and avoided hearing the usual updates about her, as hard as that was. His life was pretty full. Work, work, the play at the clubs, and more work. It was fucking sad if he was honest. He took a breath and walked to where she waited at the reception counter, alone. “Hello, Olivia,” he said, his voice sounding too loud in his ears. She looked up at him and paled, her topaz eyes widening, her mouth first dropping open slightly then snapping shut and thinning into a straight line. He watched her take a breath and braced himself. He should have left. There had been no need to let her see him. No need except he wanted the chance to look at her close-up, to see what her face and eyes would tell him. Fuck that. He wanted the chance to make amends for that night, or at least explain it to her, after he had her naked and under him, under the driving instruction of his cock. He was going to be totally honest with himself this time around if it was at all possible. “Cameron.” Olivia surprised him. Aside from the initial reaction, nothing in her demeanor or voice told him anything. She had developed armor. She spoke his name as though recalling a distant acquaintance from the past. Politely and with great civility and deep coolness. She could teach a Dom a thing or two about control. “I saw you across the room and thought I would say hello,” he heard himself explaining awkwardly. “How are you?” “Fine,” she answered in the same distant tone, “I hope you are as well.” Her tone and expression suggested she hardly cared. Cameron found himself dismissed. Oh, she didn’t turn her nose up, she didn’t even look away, but it felt much like he supposed it would feel if he had stepped over the line in the Queen of England’s presence. He felt his inner self react and begin to rise. He wanted to pull her to him and kiss that attitude right off of her lovely mouth,

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then turn her over his knee. In public. Intuitively he knew she needed it, but he had just laid eyes on her for the first time in twelve years for Christ’s sake. Somehow he reined himself in, and gave her a nod, mumbled something about it having been nice to see her again, then took his leave. What else had he expected? That she would greet him eagerly? Throw herself into his arms and hug him like she used to? Olivia was beautiful as ever but now presented like an ice princess. He would love the opportunity to thaw her out. And if memory of that night served, he should have had her on that bed instead of Jennifer Barnes. **** There was no bellboy, so armed with a key card, Olivia took the elevator to the sixth floor and followed the signs to Room 317. She was shaking with reaction and refusing to think, simply wanting to put as much distance between herself and Cameron as she could. The pseudo key nearly defeated her as they always did but eventually she got the door open and humped her cases inside. She possessed a master’s degree in business yet had difficulty opening a door with the latest technology. It humbled a person. The room was decorated in varying shades of mauve and more mauve with a dark green carpet in a Greek key pattern. However, the king-size bed was comfortable to sit on and would probably serve up a good night’s sleep. She needed one. The past months had been from hell. Olivia padded into the bathroom and started a tub, retreating to find her favorite lavender bath salts in the depths of her suitcase. While the bath filled, she shook out and hung up a couple of outfits for the next day, suitable for the Texas fall weather, and took out her laptop to place it on the small desk at the window. She had avoided thinking about Andrew’s death and the subsequent tidying of his affairs during the long drive to Aspen Grove from Austin and hoped

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she could push it away for a longer period of time, because she really needed to sleep tonight. Don’t think about Cameron, don’t. The warm bath enveloped her like silk, and Olivia sighed at the feeling. Her hair was clipped on top of her head as she didn’t want to take the time to dry it, but then she succumbed to the need to sink deep into the water and have it wash up and cover her ears. The world just went away when she did that, and then there was only the sound of the sea reverberating in her head, and the sense of floating. She stayed that way until the water cooled before struggling out to dry herself off, her saturated hair escaping its confinement to deluge her before she wrapped it in a towel. Dispassionately, she viewed herself in the mirror, the shroud of steam softening the outline of her thirtytwo-year-old body, smudging the lines around her eyes and mouth. Her breasts were hers, and while not centerfold material, they still sat fairly high and round on her ribcage, the dark-red nipples dominating them. Her waist was still firm and thin, although her hips flared beneath it and her thighs were rounded, not lean and muscled like the current fashion. Her ass remained the bane of her existence, full, high, heart shaped, an ass that apparently spoke to men, the kind of men she kept her distance from. There was no help for it, the thoughts were flooding in. Olivia donned a light nightgown and after squeezing as much of the moisture as possible from her hair with another towel, she slipped beneath the bed covers and turned off the light. Then she allowed twelve-year-old memories to overtake her. Twenty-year-old Olivia Drader ran lightly up the stairs of the beach house, smiling in anticipation of finding Cameron. He was probably making drinks or searching for snack food, having disappeared from the revelry on the beach. The party was the final one of the summer, with most of the group heading back to college or away to work. It was a loose-knit group of men and women from age eighteen to maybe twenty-five, most having grown up in or around Aspen Grove. There were a variety of social classes encompassed in

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the group, but no one really cared who had money or who was just managing to get by, for there was a divide in Aspen Grove insofar as people went. For some reason there was a huge number of teenagers and an overabundance of people over fifty. Olivia’s group was vastly outnumbered and hung around together as a form of support and social survival. There had been a few loose pairings but nothing serious, and Olivia believed that she had hidden her obsession with Cameron Fraser, dark, handsome, and serious Cameron. He was five years older than her and seemed to have lived a lifetime already. She was leaving for another year of college in a few days and wanted a few minutes alone with him, hoping to find out if he harbored any similar feelings for her. She didn’t feel she could leave without at least asking. She had felt his eyes on her during the summer, when he thought she didn’t know he was looking, and he kindled feelings in her she had only read about in romance novels, erotic and otherwise. He seemed different than the other guys, somehow, and it wasn’t just the fact that he was oldest of them. Olivia sensed something deeper, darker, and didn’t want to leave without knowing what it was between them, if anything. It seemed that they talked about mostly everything else. They learned about one another, and Olivia told him things about herself she had never told another soul and thought he had been as open with her. Except there was that dark something…but more importantly, they liked each other. That indefinable something wasn’t discussed, and she had a sense that, if they didn’t address it, she would be missing out on something very important and special. She had experimented with sex infrequently. No one had made her body as aware of its potential as Cameron did, just by turning those azure eyes of his on her. The volleyball game had deteriorated into dunkings in the lake, and someone was struggling to get a bonfire going with wet wood. It would soon be dark, and everyone would be huddled together around the fire, telling tales and horror stories and planning for the next

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summer. Everyone would swear that they’d be back to connect, and so it had gone, at least in the two years she had been part of the group. The number ebbed and flowed as people moved on in their lives and a few teenagers hit the age of majority and were included as replacements. Olivia had never heard of anyone being turfed from the group or declined entrance, and there were no tales of heartbreak or even of any group activities really getting out of hand, despite the usual pranks. It felt comfortable, like family. Olivia caught the door before it slammed as it always did and allowed it to close silently behind her. She felt a bit anxious, like she was changing the rules somehow, then shrugged and began to search for Cameron. There was no sign of him in the kitchen or great room, and the bathroom door stood open. She was about to head back to the beach when she heard it, a whimper coming from the far bedroom. The bedrooms were off-limits, everyone knew that, unless someone was ill or needed privacy to change. Mr. Donovan was happy to loan them the beach house but didn’t want any funny stuff, as he labeled it, going on there. He was a devout Christian, a family man, a respected businessman in the town who owned the golf course and adjoining properties. He appreciated the fact that Aspen Grove didn’t provide much in the way of activities for their age group aside from the local bar and supplied his summer getaway for their summer parties. It was tradition and never abused. She hoped no one was ill. Olivia hadn’t noticed if anyone had left the game before her, other than some taking the usual brief bathroom breaks. If she hadn’t been watching Cameron so closely these past weeks, she might not have noticed him leave either. She swallowed and then quietly walked down the hallway, prepared to offer assistance if necessary, especially as the whimpers were escalating in volume and were now accompanied by a strange cadence of sound she couldn’t identify. Somehow Olivia knew it was a woman’s voice and she was in trouble, so Olivia hastened to the door, already raising her hand to knock. She stumbled to a halt, the slightly open

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door giving her a line of sight into the bedroom, reflected by the huge mirror on the dresser. She could hardly take in what she saw. Jennifer Barnes was kneeling on the bed, nude, her hands tied to the headboard, chest on the mattress, legs apart, ass high in the air. Her face was turned away from the door but clearly reflected, her eyes shut tightly and her mouth open, those whimpers coming louder now. Cameron was behind her, clad only in his jeans, his tanned, muscular chest gleaming with sweat as he thrashed Jennifer’s thighs and buttocks with his belt, saying filthy, sexy things to her in a low, dominant tone as he did so. A massive erection tented the front of his jeans. Olivia didn’t know if she made a sound or not, but suddenly Cameron’s eyes met hers in the mirror. He ceased his movements as their gazes locked. Olivia felt like her soul was being sucked out of her body. She couldn’t take a deep breath. She was vaguely aware of a flush of arousal flooding her, then Jennifer whined a complaint and it broke the spell. Olivia whirled and ran out of the house and kept running, ignoring the calls from her friends, running until she found her car down the road. She left her towel and other sundry items behind and never did go back for them. Olivia packed and left that night, cobbling together a hasty explanation that satisfied her parents and presumably the other members of the group, because their subsequent e-mails and infrequent phone calls made no mention of her abrupt departure other than to tease her. Everyone accepted that she had forgotten the dorm rules of being in residence three days before the first day of college or forfeiting your spot. Everyone accepted that Olivia Drader, planner supreme and possessed of a steel-trap memory, had forgotten those rules. It was unfortunate that her memory replayed the scene in the bedroom during her dreams and her waking hours for a long time to come. This then was Cameron’s darkness, a need to dominate and inflict erotic pain on his partners, availing himself of the beach house and hoodwinking Mr. Donovan, risking discovery to further spice

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things up. Olivia now knew this about Cameron without him ever having to explain things to her. She didn’t question how she knew, she simply did. She wished she hadn’t looked for him that night. She wished she hadn’t seen what she had seen. But most of all, she wished it had been her on that bed instead of Jennifer, and that was the biggest betrayal. Olivia hadn’t been mistaken about the attraction she felt for Cameron. But he had chosen someone else, and she hated him for it. Olivia abruptly sat up in the hotel bed and impatiently pushed her damp hair back. She struggled out of the cocoon of blankets and went to the bathroom to find her brush. She was upset with herself and not a little dismayed. She had hoped that memories of Andrew would flood her consciousness as they had done over the past months, not the ones of what she referred to whenever she even thought about it as “the event that changed my life.” She had finished her degree and never looked back. Visits home were infrequent, and when her parents moved to Europe, there was no need to ever go back. She was extremely careful during her visits to avoid Cameron, getting in and out of town like a thief in the night, staying home with her parents rather than seeking out friends or checking out the Grove. Over the years Olivia lost touch with everyone and subsequently even the offhand remarks about Cameron that were included in e-mails or shared when she occasionally saw someone from the group, ceased. She effectively compartmentalized all thoughts of him after the first few months of emotional upheaval and moved on, sequestering her own unborn, dark sexual longings in the process and shutting that part of her life down. Olivia knew enough about psychology to understand that she was denying herself, using some sort of defense mechanism, but simply didn’t have the wherewithal to address it. She knew Cameron had affected her heart and couldn’t allow herself to go there. And now here he was again, front and center, probably because she had come back to where it had all begun. The irony was not lost on her. She had even purchased the house where her betrayal had taken

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place. The thing was, she had been caught up in a life of her own making, one that held no sex, no children, but certainly a life full of love and caring, a life that had broadened her knowledge and interests, and one she believed she would never regret. Until Andrew died. Olivia clambered back into bed and quite suddenly fell asleep. When she awoke in the morning, it was well past the time she usually rose, and for a moment she was tempted to try for another couple of hours. The rattle of a chambermaid’s cart outside her door dispelled that thought, and she hopped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, her feet sensing the trek of hundreds of others in the plush carpeting. Today would be about the house, and if she had time, she would stop by the golf course. In just over half an hour, she was dressed and nicely made up, ready for the day. She opted to try the restaurant, rather than room service, and tucked her key card into her purse, grabbing a light sweater as she headed out the door. For the first time in a very long time, she felt optimistic. She had faced her past and dealt with it, she decided, and hadn’t given Cameron Fraser one more unnecessary thought. She would manage never to see him again. He was probably just visiting anyhow. Jennifer probably still lived here.

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Chapter Two Olivia managed to take in a deep breath and steady her hands as she reached for the coffee carafe. Cameron was at a far table in the restaurant, engrossed in some sort of document that was spread across his table and anchored at each corner with what appeared to be the sugar container and salt and peppers. Why on earth was he still here? Was he staying at the hotel? Living back in the Grove? Surely he was just visiting. She didn’t dare look his way again for fear he would feel her gaze on him and come over to talk to her. This was a nightmare. Everything she had kept locked up tight inside was pushing against its prison walls and threatening to deluge her. It wasn’t fair. She had thought it through last night and believed it was over. But instead it was like the intervening years hadn’t taken place. Only her superb training as Andrew’s wife had gotten her through that brief moment in time in the hotel lobby. If he hadn’t taken the hint and left, heaven knew what she might have said to him. And she was above that, past that. So why was her body aching? Please God, she wasn’t one of those fictional creatures who fell once for a man and was doomed to be with him or alone forever! No, of course she wasn’t. She hadn’t been alone. She had been married, if in name only, and was now a widow, and a wealthy one at that. Cameron didn’t live here. Her careful inquiries had established that fact. He must be visiting someone or just passing through. Her life would go on as planned and she would forget ever having seen him. Starting right now. She slipped from her seat and made her way to the till, quietly asking the clerk for her bill. She scribbled her name and room number across the bottom and added a tip, carefully keeping the small cubicle with its

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cash register between her and Cameron’s line of sight, ignoring her body’s clamoring and attributing its hunger to her missed breakfast. She went back to her room and spent a few minutes composing herself before carefully exiting the hotel without seeing Cameron. Olivia didn’t like to think she ran from anything, but there were times when discretion was indeed the better part of valor. She quickly made her way to her car and was inside and starting it up almost in one motion. She then latched her seat belt and put the Beemer in gear, forcing herself to drive sedately out of the lot to go and view her new home. The house looked much the same on the outside as it always had, albeit with new and improved, eco-friendly exterior products. The windows were no longer casements, but awning style, more appropriate for the climate. The front porch looked inviting and Olivia could envision heavy planters gracing the steps, perhaps with some ivy twining up the pillars. No jasmine or other flowering vines. She loved the sound of honeybees but was terrified of wasps and resistant to having them drawn to the porch. The landscaping was going to be the last thing done and the lawn was in sad repair, although the huge oaks had been retained as per her instructions. They would be pruned, having been assessed by a local arborist, and pronounced healthy. However, given the stress of construction, any trimming should wait until the following year. She exited the car to follow the temporary pathway and trod up the wide steps to poke her head inside the front door. There were several large pickup trucks in the drive and at the curbside, so she assumed her contractor was present, and she could hear male voices from within the big house. “Mr. Fortune?” she called. A large, fit man appeared in the doorway to the living area. She had seen his picture among the e-mails sent regarding the house, and only his hair seemed different, and that probably because he was covered in dust and wore a hard hat perched atop his large head.

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“Mrs. Foster,” he said, “I didn’t expect you! Here, let me help you navigate some of the debris. And I’ll find you a hard hat. Regulations, you know. And call me Steve!” Olivia allowed Mr. Fortune, Steve, to plunk a horrid yellow hard hat on her head and take her arm. He led her toward the kitchen, explaining that all the permits were fine, the inspection done, and now that the security specialist was there to oversee the installation of the system, they could complete the sheetrock and in no time she could pick out her colors and make things pretty! Olivia thought for a moment he might pat her head and managed not to correct his condescending tone. “I’ll introduce you to him while he’s here. You might have some questions or changes. Fraser! Here’s the new owner, man.” Olivia literally felt her heels catch on the wooden subfloor as Steve tried to move her along via the grasp on her arm while her legs simply ceased their forward momentum, independent of her brain. She felt as though someone had punched her in the chest for the second time that morning. How could this be? She tried to be a good person, a kind one, and she so didn’t deserve this. Maybe she had done something unforgiveable in another life and now it was time to pay up. Cameron Fraser stood staring at her, quickly masking his shock, a totally different expression standing in his eyes. **** Cameron moved quickly toward Olivia. She looked nearly ill given her pallor and trembling mouth, and Fortune looked for all the world as if he were dragging her along like a recalcitrant child, his large frame dwarfing her slenderness. He reached down to her right side and took her hand in his to shake it briskly. Her fingers were unresponsive and felt like ice. He marveled at his own ability to recover from the surprise as quickly as he had and suddenly appreciated how much her cool and collected response the night

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before had cost her. Olivia wasn’t at all unaffected by his presence, and he felt himself rise to the challenge. She was well defended, but he had considerable experience at breaching emotional walls. He had to convince her that he was back in her life and that they needed to spend some time talking. As well as other things. Cameron didn’t want to get ahead of himself and tried to dial things back. Her response the previous evening had cooled his jets, put him off, but now that he knew she was hiding her feelings, well, all he wanted to do was strip her bare and connect with her on the deepest level of his being. “You must be the new owner of the Donovan house, Mrs. Foster,” he said. “I knew you as Olivia Drader all those years ago so I didn’t realize it was you who had purchased it.” He locked eyes with her and felt her withdraw her hand and watched as she visibly pulled herself together. “Hello again, Mr. Fraser,” she replied, her cool tone back, as was her composure. Steve looked between them and laughed. “Well, I guess no need to introduce old friends. I’ll leave you to it then!” He went back to his crew. Cameron reached to take Olivia by the elbow and usher her outside, but she slipped away from his grasp and hurried outside ahead of him. She stepped gracefully down the temporary path of plywood and pallets and stopped in the shade of one of the oaks. Cameron joined her there. “I wasn’t aware that you were the new owner, Olivia,” he repeated himself, “when I bid on the job, for the house and the golf course. I would be happy to discuss the system with you.” Olivia stared back at him, and he was unable to read her. It disconcerted him, because he thought he had just begun to get a handle on her. Someone or something had taught Olivia well. She then gave her head a tiny shake and the light caught the blue black of

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her glossy hair. Cameron wanted to stroke it and wrap it around his fingers, release it from its confines. “I’m sure that whatever you and Steve discussed will be suitable. If there are any issues, then we can address them at that time. I’m late for my next appointment, so if you’ll excuse me…” Cameron found himself refusing to move aside and let her by. He didn’t think he would ever have the opportunity to talk with her again if he did and didn’t question why he had an overwhelming need to do so. He simply went with his gut. She was running away again, and this time there was no reason for it. “I’d like to take you to dinner, Olivia,” he said quietly. “I feel as though I owe you an explanation.” She shook her head, more vigorously this time. “You owe me nothing, Cameron. I had never thought to see you again and was somewhat startled. It’s been what, twelve years? More? People change, move on. Forgive me if I sound rude, but I have no interest in hearing any explanations.” “Then just have dinner with me.” “Why?” Cameron was taken aback. Why indeed? “Because I want you to.” He heard the dark, dominant tone in his answer and knew it registered by the flash in Olivia’s eyes before she tipped her head back that royal inch and dismissed his presumption. “Well, then I suppose I am rude, Cameron. I don’t want to have dinner with you. And before we argue the issue, I’ll tell you why. Because we may have to see one another in the next few months unless you have someone else to replace you. Seeing you, spending time with you, feels awkward, and I don’t make time in my life for that or for any other feelings that encumber me. I don’t have to.” Cameron wanted to spank her, steal her breath with his mastery, break that self-possession, and find the woman he remembered from all those years ago. He wanted to find out what had happened to her during the intervening years that she felt she could separate herself

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from life the way she seemed to think she could. Instead, he pulled her to him, taking advantage of the fact that she couldn’t pass him without sinking deep into the torn-up lawn and losing her shoes, and kissed her. Olivia struggled in his arms, but he easily subdued her with his superior strength and height, and kissed her breathless. The attraction, the chemistry, boiled up between them, and he felt her knees weaken, felt her muffled whimpers against his lips and felt deep satisfaction in her surrender. He wanted to drag her to the nearest level surface and take her, make her come again and again under his touch and take his release deep inside her body. This should have happened all those years ago if only he had taken the chance. He raged against his hesitancy and the waste of those intervening years. When Cameron finally dragged his mouth from hers, Olivia shuddered and then brought her hands up between them and shoved hard. Fury seemed to fuel her strength, and the arousal in her eyes mingled with fear. She managed to put a few inches of space between them and took him by surprise when she ducked to pick up the shoes she had slipped off. The muddy ground was then no deterrent, and she stepped off the makeshift walkway, eluding his outstretched hands. “You’re fired,” she announced over her shoulder. “Get off my property and let Steve know where to return anything of yours that can be returned. Send your bill to the agent.” Cameron nearly swallowed his tongue. Holy shit. Another Queen of England moment. He struggled with his need to dominate her, teach her who was Master here. “Olivia,” he said, “we need to talk about us.” “There is no us, Mr. Fraser.” Cameron watched her pick her way across the ruined lawn to her car, his erection throbbing with the need to chase her down. Regardless of their history, something had just awoken within the woman and it had frightened her, shaken her poise. He hadn’t kissed her before and lamented that he hadn’t done so. If he had, the odds were huge that they would have explored his dark needs, and hers,

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together, twelve fucking years ago! He needed to see this thing through, but how, now that she had dismissed him? No matter. They would be on equal terms now. He hadn’t taken any vacation for the past two years, and the boss could dictate his own terms. Trevor would step up for him and manage things until, well, until things played out with Olivia. The predator in him lifted its head and aligned with his cock. **** Olivia wiped her feet on a tissue from her car and put her shoes back on, wincing at the feel of the residual dirt. She climbed in and had the Beemer started and was wheeling down the road when reaction set in. She was able to find a place to pull over, well out of sight of the house before the shakes precluded her from driving. She practiced deep breathing and thought of other things until the adrenalin levels in her system dissipated and her arousal became manageable. Olivia thought words that she had never voiced in her life. Words that she longed to shriek at Cameron Fraser. Asshole! Bastard! And worse. He had turned her world upside down with one kiss, and it was only the years with Andrew and his circle that had given her the fortitude to hold him off. Firing him had given her a modicum of satisfaction, and now she had to call Steve with the news. Steve wasn’t happy with her, particularly when she gave no explanation. He complained that finding another company with the reputation of Cameron’s would be extremely difficult in order to finish the house on time, and she suggested that she would counter with a 10 percent bonus. Steve backed off at that, probably because he believed he could add all of that to his own coffers. He made a show of disagreeing, and then grudgingly told her he would take care of it. Olivia snapped her phone closed and debated whether she would make her way to the golf course today or retreat to the hotel. She found herself in need of activity, of people and distractions. It

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wouldn’t do to think about Cameron and how it felt when he kissed her. No, he hadn’t kissed her. He had possessed her and she had been transported. If he had put her under him, right down on the dirt and mud and clods of grass that made up her front yard, he could have made love to her and she would not have resisted him. It was madness, a total loss of control and she was scared silly. Making love was hardly the right term for what Cameron would do to her, for what she wanted him to do to her. Olivia somehow knew that Cameron would not have changed his sexual lifestyle, merely explored and honed it. And in those few moments, during that mind-blowing kiss, she had wanted to put herself under his guidance and trust him to teach her and include her, to fulfill a longing deep inside of her. Madness. She could never to see him again, never be tempted. She would follow her path as she had decided she would after Andrew died, and her life would go on. She wished she could convince her body so easily. **** Olivia toured the clubhouse, the restaurant and pored over maps of the actual course with the manager. Clouds were moving in so she postponed the golf cart tour to another day. Maurice Phelps was delighted to meet her at last, he assured her repeatedly and tried to make her welcome. Instead, his smarmy manner only served to put her off, and she appreciated the opportunity to meet the bookkeeper alone in her tiny office. This side of things she understood. Her trained eye noted several areas to address and the older woman obligingly answered any questions she had. The anticipation of making some positive changes, from redecorating the clubhouse to modernizing the kitchen kept her mind focused and away from thinking about Cameron’s effrontery. It was only when Maurice caught up with her at the door to inquire about changes to the security system that she realized her contractor had dangled that prospect in

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front of Cameron, too. She told Maurice that she would get back to him and made a note in her planner to call Steve the following morning and instruct him to get a quote from the new security expert for the golf course. Olivia declined a meal with Maurice, citing tiredness, and drove back to the hotel. She would eat in her room once she bathed, she decided. She now had had enough of people for today. The involvement in her new business venture had served the purpose. She wasn’t thinking about that kiss. **** Cameron watched Olivia walk through the front door of the hotel, admiring her graceful stride and erect carriage. She was truly striking, and he longed to find out what she had been up to over the past twelve years. His pulse kicked up and his cock filled as his gaze slid over her breasts and down the length of her body to her rounded thighs, flexing beneath the linen dress she wore. He swore he could still taste her on his mouth. She went to the desk, probably to check for messages and he positioned himself so that she would have to stop and deal with him, rather than head either for the elevator or the lounge and restaurant. Olivia turned from conversing with the receptionist, a polite smile still on her face, when she saw him. He regretted how her face paled, but then saw her flush and her head come up. This woman had spirit, and he never wanted to break that. He knew he had high expectations, but was quite aware that if he didn’t take this opportunity with Olivia, there might well never be another. Seduction aside, he absolutely wanted to initiate Olivia into his lifestyle, explore her needs as it were. Her well-bred demeanor would preclude her making a scene in the lobby, and she might be persuaded to have a drink with him. That could lead to dinner, and afterward, well, he could hope. Olivia fairly spat at him, “What are you doing here?”

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“I want to take you to dinner, Olivia,” Cameron answered calmly and quietly. “No.” “Are you afraid, honey?” he asked, knowing she would react to the endearment he often used in their former life. He was then totally taken aback by her honesty. “I am, and equally uncomfortable,” she answered. “Honey,” he assured her, “I’m a bit unsettled, too, but I can’t push this away. Dinner, Olivia. We can talk and maybe lay some things to rest.” “I can’t, Cameron,” she nearly whispered. “Please don’t do this to me.” “Olivia.” He used his Dom’s voice in an attempt to mesmerize her. “Look at me.” He watched Olivia visibly draw the tattered remains of her composure around herself before she looked into his eyes. Whatever she saw there seemed to further frighten her yet call to her, too, for she didn’t try to move away. He was finding it easier to read her and he exulted. “Dinner then. I’ll meet you in the restaurant.” He heard her say the words, and then she pushed past him to get to the elevator, careless of the impropriety. “Half an hour, Olivia, or I’ll come to escort you.” **** Olivia was almost undone by how forthright Cameron was. She wanted to talk to him about that night she had seen him with Jennifer, to learn more of what lurked so deep within him, and, if she was honest with herself, within her. But it terrified her. She didn’t want to unlock something denied for over twelve years in case she couldn’t manage it, couldn’t cope. Damn the man, damn his high-handedness. How dare he! She found that the fuming centered her and she was

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able to make it to her room without crying in reaction. She needed more time than he “allowed” to get ready, to prepare herself. He could darn well wait. All the same she found herself rushing through her shower and hurrying to find a suitable outfit for dinner. She chose a severe, fitted suit in taupe, softened only by the cream silk camisole showing at the lapels. Something that would keep him at a distance, speak about her professional self. She used makeup sparingly and added simple gold jewelry and eschewed scent all together. The thick band of her wedding ring and its accompanying large diamond engagement ring seemed to reproach her silently. She drew her hair up again and fastened it around her head in a severe style. There, no mixed messages. Olivia checked the clock and saw she had but a few minutes to spare. She sat on the bed and calmed herself, breathing and focusing her thoughts, trying to remember all the social lessons she had learned over the years. So, she was going to learn some things about Cameron tonight. She would take the knowledge and examine it privately, she told herself, and perhaps it would affect her, perhaps not. It would be quite similar to a class at a university or maybe a selfhelp group. She laughed bitterly. Her world had suddenly turned upside down, and she hated the lack of control. Taking another deep breath, running the ball of her thumb over her diamond for luck, she grabbed her bag and headed out for dinner with Cameron.

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Chapter Three Cameron waited, with one eye on the clock. He had made a bet with himself that Olivia would deliberately be late, but not significantly so. He meant it when he had said that he would go find her and escort her to dinner. He had decided to start as he meant to finish, with him calling the shots. Olivia was a beautiful, intelligent woman, and she clearly had made her own way in the world, but he sensed something buried inside of her, something that had begun to unlock when he had kissed her. Something that screamed to be taken, to surrender, to let go. He hoped to do more than kiss her after dinner. When she stepped from the elevator, on time nearly to the minute, he was absurdly pleased. He really didn’t want to have to impose his will on her for the simple things. He walked toward her, taking in her tailored suit and restrained hair. It was her armor, not who she really was, he was certain. He would dress her in jewel colors, in clothes that clung and showcased yet covered her lovely form. The fact that she had put this dinner on a professional note did not deter him. He wondered what she wore beneath the suit, and his body hitched with arousal. He needed to have firm control of himself during the meal, and it didn’t look to be any getting any easier. Olivia didn’t know that Cameron had checked back into the hotel and made the necessary calls to his office to make time to seduce her. Or that he then went in search of a man’s clothing store to outfit himself, followed by a trip to the pharmacy to purchase toiletries, adding a large box of condoms and some lube to his purchases. The side trip to the local hardware store for some cotton rope, and a PingPong paddle from the children’s section would have caused her to

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turn her Beemer in the opposite direction and make tracks, had she known, he was sure. He regretted that his bag of toys hadn’t accompanied him on this trip, but he would make do, relying on his creative side. He smiled at her and took in the tiny shiver she made. Not so controlled after all, honey. “I’ve reserved a booth, Olivia,” he advised her, taking her elbow and guiding her toward the restaurant. “That’s fine,” Olivia replied, and he felt her try not to stiffen in his grasp. **** They found their places in silence, silence broken only by the brief exchange with the wait staff. Olivia found Cameron “helping” her place her order, but couldn’t complain when it was what she would have ordered in any event. Still, she resented his presumption. She resented his confidence and “lord of the manor” persona. However, she would suffer through this, she cautioned herself, and then he would be out of her life again, and this time forever. And she would have her curiosity satisfied. She tried to ignore how darkly handsome he was, with his large frame filling out a very nice suit. His hair was still thick and black, a bit shorter than how he had worn it before, and she wondered if his chest was still as thickly covered as it had been. She had longed to touch that muscled chest she remembered, touch that silky-looking chest hair that ran down between his flat nipples and arrowed down past his belt. Olivia pushed the memory away and looked up to see him watching her with those light-blue eyes so startling in his tanned face. She couldn’t interpret his look, but it made the hair on the back of her neck rise and her stomach clench just like that smile he had given her when he had seen past her suit and coiffed hair. She shouldn’t have done this. She shouldn’t be here with him. She didn’t know herself anymore.

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“Tell me what you have done with yourself over the past years, Olivia,” Cameron invited. “Steve told me you are a widow. I’m sorry.” Olivia looked away from him. She was afraid he would see too much. “I worked in finance for a while and then got married. Andrew died of liver cancer last year.” Cameron waited but she didn’t expand further, holding back a total confidence with everything she had. “Any children?” “No.” “What do you plan to do now, Livy?” he asked quietly. She shrugged at his nickname for her. “I hope to get the golf course and club doing better. And of course finish the house.” “Will you work in finance again, or is the golf course going to be your career?” Cameron persisted. Olivia found her temper rising. She hadn’t come to be interrogated. They weren’t playing catch up. She tried to find the words to ask him straight out what he was, but couldn’t make them pass her lips. Instead, she answered him honestly. “I don’t need to work, Cameron. I am quite wealthy in my own right now that Andrew is gone. But I needed a purpose and a focus. I am quite lost without him.” She had the satisfaction of seeing him flinch a little and wondered at the dark look that flashed across his features. It looked like jealousy. It was crass to talk about money, but she wanted him to stop asking her things that might lead to sharing what her life had really been like. He made her wish it had been something different, and she hated him for it. “Again, I’m sorry, Olivia.” They busied themselves with the soup, and silence once again reigned. “I apologize for my manners, Cameron,” Olivia suddenly said and wondered who had said it.

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“Have you been in the security business all this time or…?” She stopped. God, what if he had been in some other kind of occupation, something she didn’t want to hear about. What if he worked in one of those sex clubs? Olivia had researched those places the one time, right after fleeing for college, and her response to the pictures of those women in submissive poses had terrified her because of the arousal she had felt. She had avoided temptation after that. Cameron smiled at her. “I branched out into security once I figured out that construction wasn’t my thing, really. It’s come in handy to know the trade, though, because my quotes are easy to give once I see the specs. Most folks don’t fire me!” Olivia felt her face color. “You were out of line, Cameron. How would it look if people saw me kissing the people I pay to do work for me?” “I was kissing you, honey, if you remember. And I was out of line, but I don’t regret it. There was always something between us and if you are honest, you can’t deny it. I wish I had kissed you twelve years ago.” Olivia jumped at the opening. “And why didn’t you?” Cameron brooded for a moment. “Because I thought it would lead to other things, things that I didn’t know if you could handle. And I didn’t want to do that to you. I was a whole lot younger then, Olivia, and couldn’t be sure. Now, I am.” Olivia leaned as far away from him as the booth would allow. “What do you mean you’re sure now? Of what?” “Honey, I saw the look on your face the night I was disciplining Jennifer. I’ve never forgotten it. If it helps at all, I think I picked her because she resembled you.” Olivia fought for control and for a response. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Cameron’s face darkened and his eyes were like blue ice chips. “Don’t lie to me, Olivia. I won’t tolerate lies. You weren’t shocked or afraid. You were angry with me, and jealous even, of Jennifer. I just

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wish I had been aware enough to come and find you. But I didn’t then. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. I’m not losing the opportunity now.” “You are pretty damn arrogant, do you know that?” Olivia nearly snarled. “You’re acting upset to deny yourself, honey, hiding from yourself,” he answered implacably. “I think I knew it about you then, but as I said, I wasn’t sure enough about myself to trust it.” Olivia pushed her bowl away with shaky hands. She wanted to flee and hide. With just a few words, Cameron had stripped her of all those carefully constructed walls she’d erected over the years. Cameron continued, “I’ll bet the farm that you weren’t satisfied in your marriage either, no matter how good a man your husband was.” “Stop it, stop it,” she nearly shrieked, remembering to modulate her voice at the last instant. “You don’t know anything.” He caught her wrist just as she slid from the booth and pulled her down to sit tightly against his side. His heat nearly burned her, and her knees grew weak. She had to get away, but she felt compelled to stay. She felt herself calm down as he placed his arm across her shoulders and stroked her arm gently. Except then the feel of his fingers against her skin and their soft motion began to make her stomach tighten and her vulva moisten, not to mention the throbbing state of her breasts. Everything that she had denied for so long was now shrilling for attention. She hadn’t seen a ring on his left hand, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t married or that he wasn’t in a relationship. She wanted to ask him, but held the unknown as a little bulwark against the pull of this man. “But I want to know everything, Olivia, and I’m going to. I promise you I won’t hurt you, at least not in a way that you won’t want. You’ll beg for it, honey. It’s what you need, and I so badly want to give it to you.” “What exactly are you proposing?” she asked flatly. “I am not going to play games, Cameron. Just tell me now.”

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“I want you to spend the night with me, and probably tomorrow. I want you to trust me not to hurt you but to awaken your whole sexuality. You can call it an experiment, a fling, whatever you want, but…” She cut him off. A fling. That sounded like a man looking for a tryst while on a business trip. She winced at how that thought pricked her. “And if I want more?” Cameron paused and she laughed bitterly. “So, you get to have sex with me, teach me things that you like and hope I’ll like, and then you go away. Again. Where does that leave me, Cameron? What if I discover a part of myself that I didn’t know I had or have denied? Then what? You are simply irresponsible in your attitude, and I’m not going to allow that.” **** Cameron wished he could take back his previous words about experiments and flings. He had thought the idea of this being nothing permanent would make it easier for Olivia and had planned to capitalize on her initial agreement and afterward convince her to pursue a relationship. He was that certain of her, and himself. He should have known that she wasn’t the kind of woman to have brief affairs of any sort. Hell, he did know, somehow. The thing was, he could see them together forever. But how to repair things now? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Cameron also fought the green monster. Hearing Olivia talk about her dead husband shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He fiercely envied those years the man had had with Olivia. Although that was his own fault, he ruefully reminded himself. He had pushed her away, albeit believing it then to be in her best interest. Olivia was talking again. “And what if you wanted to continue this, this thing, and I didn’t? Or are you that heartless that you hadn’t considered you might get hurt, too? That I could hurt you? And you

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haven’t mentioned a significant other! How would she feel about your fling?” Cameron went for broke. “I didn’t want to scare you off, Olivia. If what I believe is between us is real, then neither one of us will want it to be something brief. But it’s going to be a difficult initiation and I didn’t want you to think too much, to think too far ahead. And Olivia, I wouldn’t be here with you if there was another woman in my life who I was serious about.” He watched a myriad of emotions chase one another across Olivia’s face when he refuted her belief that he might have a significant other, and then she focused on the early part of his comment. “Initiation?” “Honey, I know what I want. I know what I need and how to get some of it from a woman. But I want it all, more than just from my casual subs. I want to give you everything you need and take back. Can you understand that?” Olivia was shaking and clearly fighting tears. He was pushing her hard, pushing her with honesty and it probably felt too fast. He also knew that, if he allowed her time, she would overthink things and never even try to understand what she had denied all those years. And she probably did trust him, crazy as it might sound to her, or she wouldn’t be here with him, now. At the very least she was intrigued. She wouldn’t be so sure that she trusted herself, however, and that alone would make her flee if he didn’t push her. “Olivia, let’s have our dinner and you can ask me all those questions I see you have,” Cameron urged. She nodded and ducked her head to dab at her eyes. When she looked at him again, she was composed and apparently calm. The wait staff brought their meals shortly thereafter and it was a welcome distraction. “What do you mean by subs?” she asked after swallowing a small mouthful of sirloin. “Is that like Doms and subs?”

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Cameron hid a smile. Olivia had done some research. He wondered how much to tell her, and then went for broke again. Communication was the most important thing in any relationship, especially D/s relationships. “I’m a trained Dom,” he agreed. “I was in training when I met you and spent time in the clubs when I went back to the city for R & R. That’s where I met Jennifer.” Olivia looked like she had tasted something spoiled. “Can we not talk about Jennifer, please?” “Anyway,” he continued, “I want to initiate you.” “What does that mean, exactly?” Olivia asked cautiously. “In a nutshell, I plan to dominate you sexually, Olivia. It’s what I do, what I need. I plan to give you more sexual pleasure than you’ve ever known. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I will help you walk that.” She couldn’t hide the shudder that wracked her body, and Cameron slid closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, tipping her face up with his other hand as he did so. He looked deeply into her eyes, and recognized fear, tempered with arousal. “I won’t hurt you, honey, at least not in the way that you might think. You know you can trust me.” “Can we talk specifics?” she asked timidly. “Come upstairs with me, Olivia, and I’ll show you. Give me your trust. Don’t overthink things.” **** It was like she had entered another dimension. She had gotten up this morning with a sense of expectation. She thought she was writing a new chapter in her life by going to her house and then to the golf course. And now she was considering having sex with a man she had resolutely put out of her mind and her heart twelve years ago. No, not having sex, but having dominant sex with him. She found she wanted

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someone to take her choice away, to simply sweep her up into the experience. It called to her. She was tired of looking after everything and everyone, tired of being in control, tired of keeping up appearances and living a lie. Maybe just once she could let loose and say to hell with the consequences. A small warning voice in her head pointed out that Cameron had talked about an experiment, a fling, and reminded her how he had broken her heart once before. Olivia told herself she could handle the lack of commitment and ignored the little voice. “I don’t want anyone to know, Cameron,” she stated, “And this is a small town.” “We’re in a hotel, Olivia, and I booked a corner suite. Besides, I’ll gag you if you can’t keep your screams of ecstasy down.” Olivia immediately bristled and then laughed. This was the old, teasing Cameron she remembered. “One night,” she said. Cameron shrugged. “One night with the option to continue tomorrow.” “All right.” Why didn’t she feel terrified? Why this sense of anticipation and arousal? “I’ll just go to my room and…” Cameron cut her off. “No, come now. You won’t need anything.” Olivia searched his face and then nodded. She wiped her lips with her napkin and pushed her plate away. She took his proffered hand and let him help her up from the booth and escort her to the elevator. She felt the difference in him already. He felt dark and dangerous, full of power, and she felt meek and willing. It was surreal. It was madness. They took the elevator to his room in silence, although Cameron didn’t take his eyes off of her. Olivia mentally catalogued her body’s response, and she found herself taking light, frequent breaths as her heart pounded and her blood raced. Her breasts felt heavy and the nipples were so taut that she just knew they were visible through her suit jacket. Her panties were sopping at the crotch, and she wondered

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if Cameron knew the state she was in. Of course he did. He would know women’s bodies better than she knew her own. That seed of resentment and anger flared, and she set her teeth as they stepped into the hallway. All the years that had passed between them when he could have been with her and she with him. It was his fault and she hated him for it, just as she had done all those years ago. “Don’t overthink things, honey.” Cameron thought he read her mind. “Just go with it.” Olivia didn’t respond, but allowed him to usher her through the door of the hotel room, noting that he had absolutely no trouble with the key card. “Take your clothes off and hang them in the closet,” he ordered. Olivia fought the urge to argue and walk out. But she had agreed to this and knew he was establishing control. She understood that much and wanted to see where this went, if it was what she needed. She slowly removed each item and carefully put them away as he directed. He watched her like a hawk would watch a mouse, intent and dark. His erection was patently obvious, and she realized it was her that brought him to that state. When she was naked, she stood quietly before him and did her best not to blush with embarrassment, because he truly didn’t make her feel that way. He stared at her with desire and admiration. It gave her a powerful feeling, different than she had ever felt before. “Come here.” Olivia obligingly approached him, seeing his eyes fasten on her breasts and then shift to look at her sex. For a moment she wished she had waxed there, remembering how bare the women in those pictures looked. As if he read her thoughts again, Cameron said, “I want to shave your pussy, Olivia. I want to see all of you and have you feel everything.”

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It surprised her that he would ask, and so she hesitated. His face clouded, and she wondered if he regretted implying that she had a choice or if she should have immediately agreed. “All right,” she said quickly and wondered at her need to please him yet was content when his face cleared and he offered his hand. She took his outstretched hand and followed him into the bathroom where he lifted her and sat her on the counter. She marveled at his control, for even in her limited experience, she knew, could feel, how badly he wanted to have sex with her, sooner than later. The counter was cool beneath her buttocks and she shifted. Cameron caught the movement and his eyes flared. He reached out and touched a nipple, then the other. “Don’t tempt me, Olivia. I want to take time with you,” he said. She watched him shake the shaving cream can and press an amount into the palm of his hand. He inserted the other between her thighs and she parted for him. Her lack of modesty amazed her and aroused her further. Cameron was fully dressed and here she was, naked as the day she was born, spreading her legs for him on a countertop in the bathroom of a hotel. The idea thrilled her. She hardly recognized herself. “Lean back and scoot yourself toward the edge, honey,” he directed. Olivia did as he said, supporting herself on her hands, and felt the shaving cream coat her folds. She closed her eyes against the sight of his big hands pulling and stretching her to accommodate the rasp of the razor. She ached at the sight of him finally touching her and simply wanted to feel. The sound of running water and the press of a hot, soaking washcloth popped her eyes open and she met his gaze. He was still so intent, and the fire she saw there overwhelmed her. He lifted her and set her on the floor. “Go stand in the middle of the bedroom. Lace your hands on top of your head after you take your hair down, and keep your feet shoulder width apart. Leave all the lights on.”

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Chapter Four Cameron leaned his forehead against the cool tile in the bathroom. Fuck, she was amazing. He had pushed her already, and she had complied, even with no hint of punishment for disobedience. She had read him, responded to him, and wanted to please him instinctively. The cool façade was just that. She was a true submissive, and he absolutely wasn’t letting her go. She needed this and deserved it. He hadn’t even really touched her, and her arousal was already coating her thighs. Who knew the lengths and depth he could take her to? He only hoped he could fulfill her. If he couldn’t, he would enlist one of his fellow Doms to help, although he couldn’t bear the thought of sharing her. But in the meantime he needed to jerk off, take the edge off, or he wouldn’t last long enough to initiate her properly. Although, he concluded ruefully, the initiation would only begin tonight. He quickly shed his clothes and took himself in hand. The memory of her spread thighs and the emergence of her swollen folds as he shaved her midnight curls put him over in a few strokes. He washed up and pulled his pants back on, leaving the top button undone. A look in the mirror reflected a man on a mission, full of desire and determination. He strode into the bedroom and observed his woman, his submissive, in perfect display. His heart swelled, and the breath caught in his chest, but he forced himself to look impassive and under control. “Step your feet wider,” he ordered, assuming command. Olivia obediently shuffled her feet and toed them in to brace herself. He stalked toward her and circled her, drinking in the sight of her body, starkly revealed beneath the unforgiving overhead light. The flush rising up over her neck and onto her cheeks enchanted him,

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and he felt even more possessive. Olivia was his, and he had all night to convince her of that fact. It had to be enough time to convince her to stay with him tomorrow. “Bend over and grasp your ankles,” he told her. This time there was a slight hesitation. “You will do as I tell you immediately, Olivia, or take a consequence of my choosing. If anything I do becomes too painful for you to bear or too much of anything else, you are to say ‘red light.’ I will stop immediately and we will discuss it. Do you understand?” Cameron rejoiced inwardly as the wet folds of her pussy, framed between lush thighs, spoke to her increasing arousal at his orders. She complied, bending gracefully at the waist and wrapping her long, slender fingers around her ankles. “Yes,” Olivia’s acquiescence was barely breathed. He would need to teach her what to call him when they were involved like this. Cameron pressed himself against her buttocks, running his fingertips down the long, lovely curve of her spine, rubbing his erection on her cleft as he did so. Olivia tentatively pressed back, and he smiled, enjoying the feel of her softness and heat through the material of his clothing. He was glad he had masturbated, for he wanted to take his time with her. He stepped back and slipped his hand between her legs, stroking her newly shaven pussy lips, gathering her moisture to help glide over her engorged clit. She shuddered beneath his touch and whimpered as he rubbed harder, then retreated to pull more juices onto his fingers and slide up to her anus. Olivia gasped and pulled away. “Stay still,” he commanded. “I am going to explore every inch of you, Olivia. Your body belongs to me tonight. Do you understand?” When she did not respond, Cameron slapped one buttock, then the other, popping the cheeks to create more noise than an actual sting, and Olivia jumped and cried out in surprise. “I understand, Cameron. Please.” “Please, what, Olivia?” he asked from above her.

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“I don’t know. I don’t understand,” she protested. “When I ask a question, you will answer me, Olivia. And you will call me Sir while I am training you.” Olivia shivered again, the movement causing her thighs to flex and her buttocks to sway slightly. Cameron nearly forgot that he was teaching Olivia the importance of communication. “I am Sir to you in the bedroom, Olivia, and you will answer me when I ask you a question. Just as you will ask for permission to speak at any other time. It is my hope that after tonight you will call me Master. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” she murmured. Cameron decided to be content with that. She had allowed him liberties already that few women new to dominant sex would allow. She was trying to follow his lead, and he needed to throttle himself back and take things slowly. He shouldn’t need to keep reminding himself to do that, but then no other women had been like Olivia. For a moment he wondered at how he could forget his training when it was such a part of him. His emotional connection, his attraction to her was distracting him. He gathered more of her cream and coated her tiny pucker with it, pressing insistently until the tight ring of muscle allowed him to insert a fingertip. He would bet anything that Olivia had never experienced anal sex and probably not anal play either. He regretted that he wouldn’t be able to take her there until she was prepared, and that would take more than one night. Anal sex usually represented a woman’s true submission to a man, and it was something he didn’t take lightly. As he worked a finger in deeper, he idly thought of what Trevor would think of Olivia, should she be convinced to attend the Club, but felt the same distaste at the idea of sharing her. Double penetration was an orgasmic delight for many women, and on one hand, Cameron wanted Olivia to experience it, with Trevor in her pussy and him in her ass and perhaps another familiar Dom fucking her mouth, but it didn’t sit well. Cameron pushed the thought away

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and concentrated on how Olivia was doing taking his finger. He would insert something in her anus before fucking her tonight, just to stretch her. He hoped to convince her to give him tomorrow and the day after to continue her education. “Lie on the bed, on your belly,” he instructed her, helping her stand up and ensuring that she was steady on her feet. The sight of Olivia’s beautiful ass in an upright position as she moved gracefully toward the bed took his breath again. He pushed a king-sized pillow under her to elevate her hips and couldn’t resist smoothing his hand over the swell of each buttock, loving the way she felt beneath his calloused palm. “Spread your legs, honey, and wait like that.” Cameron knew that the position and anticipation would arouse Olivia further but also was aware that he dare not leave her to think too long. He hastened to the bathroom and dumped the contents of Olivia’s purse out into the sink. She was remarkably organized, for there was far less detritus that he expected. He unzipped her makeup kit and grunted in satisfaction. A long, thick mascara wand was just the right size. He grabbed the lube and returned to her. She rested on the bed, her head turned away, legs spread, and ass raised, only the slightest rise and fall of her back indicating that she was breathing. Was she relaxed? he wondered. He put his hand on her sex and the wetness there reassured him. Olivia had her arousal under control on the outside, but her body betrayed her. “This will feel cold at first, Olivia,” he warned and then applied the lubricant generously to her anus, inserting the thin nozzle inside and squeezing in a goodly amount. He coated the mascara wand next, now wishing it was thicker but accepting that he would make do with what he had. “Relax and push back on me, honey,” he urged as he began to insert the plastic into her. It slid in fairly easily, and Cameron’s cock, already at attention, hardened further. He was careful to insert only a couple of inches into her, but the sight of her ass taking the black

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container was as arousing as the sight of any plug he had used. He badly wanted to buy Olivia her own plugs and vibrators. He took her by the waist and carefully rolled her onto her back, positioning her so that she lay as if crucified, yet placed so that the makeshift plug wouldn’t have any pressure on it. He longed for the type of headboard he could attach the ropes he had purchased to but would have to come up with a different strategy later when he really pushed her boundaries and needed to keep her hands and her will from interfering. The sight of her tear-filled eyes brought him to an immediate halt. “Olivia!” His brusque reaction made her flinch. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Why didn’t you use your safe word?” “No, Sir,” she choked. “It’s just a lot to…” Cameron gathered her to him, kneeling on the bed as he did so. “Shhh,” he crooned, “It’s okay, honey. I’ll slow down.” After several minutes, Olivia’s heart rate subsided, and she relaxed totally into him. Cameron stroked her back one final time and then laid her down. He checked the position of the plug and then turned his attention to her breasts. Olivia’s red nipples were tight and pointed, the areolas puckered with desire. He took one in each hand and reveled in the weight and softness of them, stroking the silky undersides with his thumbs, listening to Olivia’s muted whimpers as he did so. As he slid his fingers together over her nipples, she arched into his touch, and he rolled and pulled each tight nub in concert, steadily increasing the pressure until her eyes popped open at the slight pain. He watched arousal replace the discomfort and he twisted harder. He could smell her juices now, so he lowered his head to one breast, sucking the abused nipple between his teeth before biting down. Olivia gave a little scream and arched up, pushing her breast against his mouth. He obliging sucked as much of her tasty flesh as he could inside and trapped the nipple against the roof of his mouth, while pulling and twisting her other nipple to the limit. Cameron felt Olivia have what he believed was a tiny orgasm just from the nipple

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play, and he wanted to shout with satisfaction. She was perfect. Wait until he clamped her at the Club and the others saw her incredible sexuality. Except he wanted to keep it to himself, for himself. Yet showing her off, sharing the experience, was so fulfilling, too. The myriad of feelings for her were confusing him and pulling him away from the present. After laying a final, soft kiss on either soft mound, Cameron grudgingly abandoned her breasts and began to trace her skin with his tongue, starting just below her right ear. He wanted to know all of her sweet and sensitive spots so that he could sensuously torment her later when he had her tied and spread for him. “Are you all right, Olivia?” he asked. Olivia moaned and opened her eyes to stare at him. “I think so,” she said. “I feel tired.” Cameron laughed against her neck. “Sweetheart, you don’t know what tired is, but you will,” he promised. **** Olivia reflected on Cameron’s last statement. He was tracing her collarbone now and licking the oh-so-sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She tried not to moan in enjoyment but could only muffle the sound by compressing her lips. “I want to hear your passionate sounds, honey,” his dark voice warned in her ear. “Do not hold back from me, or I will make you share. And keep your hands over your head or I’ll tie them.” Her sex gushed again at his threat. Somehow she knew he would never really hurt her, but the idea of him smacking her bottom again intrigued her, and Olivia was going to do anything and everything he wanted of her tonight. Tomorrow was another story, but she had decided, somewhere in between him shaving her sex and pushing his finger into her rear, that anything would go tonight. And maybe then she could get Cameron out of her head. Because he was dangerous to her future. He would waylay her and distract her. The seed of

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resentment and betrayal planted that night twelve years ago had sprouted and was growing just as she was losing her inhibitions. Olivia didn’t stop to examine it, distracted as she was by Cameron’s dominant sexual attentions, but it was there, simmering under the surface. She would be his tonight, and after, well, she would see. She might just find someone different to meet her needs, not someone who had missed the boat all that time ago. “Quit thinking, and just feel.” Cameron’s growl brought her fully back to the present. Olivia gave herself over to him as his tongue now traced over her belly and trailed across the top of her sex. She felt the silk of his hair brush across her abdomen as he pushed both hands beneath her buttocks to lift her to his hot mouth. The heat and flickering tongue took her breath, and her thighs splayed open even further to accommodate him. His grunt of approval warmed her, and then she could only concentrate on the stiffened tongue stabbing at her opening, pushing up inside of her, then pulling back to circle her clit. Cameron next reared up and pulled her ankles over his shoulders, pushing and bending her knees against her chest to fully open her to him. She watched him look at her there, saw his pupils dilate with passion, and then he dove back into her privates, her pussy, open mouthed. If the sensation she got from when he had worshipped her breasts was overwhelming, then she didn’t have any words to describe this. He licked her from anus to clit and back, over and over, and then whiffled over her folds. Olivia felt herself swell in reaction and pushed against the stimulation, stilling when he nipped her in warning. “Hold still. I will decide when you come again, Olivia,” he said in a warning tone. “You already have a consequence in the near future for coming without permission before.” Olivia protested. “But you did it to me! You never said, oh my God!”

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Cameron had just smacked her pussy, the wetness there upping the sting factor. He pushed his fingers into her right afterward, and Olivia flinched against the invasion. “I am telling you now, Olivia. You wait for permission. You are so tight, honey, how long has it been since you and your husband…?” His question dwindled off. Olivia froze. She wasn’t telling Cameron about Andrew. She wouldn’t. Cameron didn’t press her. Maybe he realized how insensitive he was being. Cameron pumped his fingers in and out of her and then added another. Her vagina was stretching, and there was no longer any sense of discomfort but rather a rising prickle of excitement as he rubbed against a spot high inside. She tried not to squirm, clenching her buttocks instead, but that only constricted his fingers against the thing in her ass and pushed them harder against that high spot. Olivia heard herself panting and then Cameron sucked her clit into his mouth and pinched it between his teeth. She vaguely heard him mumble something and then she went over, screaming out her pleasure. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her as he petted her clit with his tongue, gentling it. “There, sweetheart, just as I told you.” Olivia realized that Cameron had told her to come. She didn’t let on that she hadn’t any choice in the matter when he had done that thing to her clit or that she hadn’t really heard him. He had already promised her a consequence for not controlling herself, and she didn’t want to rack up any more until she determined if she liked it. She contented herself with a sigh. “Olivia. Olivia, look at me.” She forced her eyes open and saw Cameron standing at the foot of the bed, now naked and sporting an enormous erection. “Come here.” Somehow, she made herself roll over and sit up on one hip to swing her legs off the bed and set her feet onto the floor. She stood

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and walked the few steps to Cameron on shaky legs. He pointed to the floor in front of him where a pillow lay. “Kneel, Olivia.” Olivia sank to her knees, grateful for the comfort of the pillow. She wasn’t sure if she should bow her head, look up at Cameron, or keep her eyes level with his crotch. She closed her eyes and abandoned making the decision. “Open your eyes.” Cameron’s dark, inflexible tone made her pussy spasm just as her eyes popped open. Impossible. She had come twice in the past hour, and she was getting aroused again. But it was his turn and, while she had no experience sucking cocks, she would do her best. “Now open your mouth, Olivia, and take the head inside.” Olivia did as he commanded and closed her lips around the plumsized head of Cameron’s penis. He took in a loud breath, and she realized how she was affecting him just by her initial touch. It inspired her, and she sucked him gently, touching him tentatively with her tongue. He tasted of salt and spice. She liked his flavor, which surprised her. Somehow she hadn’t thought a man’s privates would taste good, although Cameron had appeared to relish the taste of hers. Cameron fisted his hands in her hair, piling it up on her head and away from her face. “I want to see you suck me, Olivia. Do not tease me. Take me as deep as you can, right to the back of your throat.” Olivia sucked Cameron slowly into the recesses of her mouth. He was large and filled her, and when he bumped her throat, she gagged and panicked. Cameron released her immediately and pulled back. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he encouraged her. Olivia fought tears and got her breathing under control. “Olivia,” Cameron asked in a slightly incredulous tone, “have you ever done this before?” Olivia ducked her head, hugely embarrassed, only to have him pull her up to look at him via his grip on her hair.

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“Answer me.” “No, I haven’t,” she gritted. After a moment, Cameron said, “Then I’m honored to be your first. I will teach you, honey. Open your mouth.” Olivia opened and Cameron pressed his cock just inside her mouth. He took her head in his hands again and carefully inched inside, watching her face intently. A bead of moisture dripped onto her tongue and she instinctively lapped at it, causing Cameron to hiss. Startled, she looked up at him. “It’s okay, honey. You feel so good, that’s all,” he assured her. “I’m going to push in until I touch the back of your throat. Relax.” Olivia felt Cameron slide all the way in and then stop. She swallowed nervously and he groaned, releasing more liquid, which caused her to swallow again. “If you don’t stop that, honey”—he chuckled, although it sounded forced—“I’m going to disgrace myself and come instantly. For a beginner, you are extremely talented. Now put your hand around the base of my cock so you know how much of me you can take.” When Olivia did as he instructed, Cameron pulled back a little and pushed back in, slowly at first and then with increasingly faster strokes, her hand acting as a barrier to keep too much of him going inside her mouth and choking her. Olivia tightened her lips around him and tested him with her tongue, loving how he groaned above her. She remembered how he reacted when she swallowed so she tried that again, too, increasing the suction of her mouth until her cheeks hollowed. “Olivia, I’m going to come. Fuck, baby, let me out!” Cameron tried to pull away, but Olivia sucked him in deeply and swallowed hard. The hot spurts and volume of his ejaculate poured down her throat, and she swallowed convulsively as he bellowed above her. She was amazed at the sense of power it gave her, coupled with his nowagonized groans of satisfaction. She veiled her eyes with lowered lids

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so that he wouldn’t see her feminine satisfaction over controlling his pleasure. **** Cameron stared down at the beautiful woman kneeling at his feet, her head slightly bowed, her eyes properly lowered in submission. Why he felt that her position was less than reflective of her true state of mind he couldn’t say, but he was suspicious. Olivia was clearly a novice at blowjobs, but by God she had made his scalp sweat and his legs tremble with his orgasm. He should be punishing her for not letting him pull out so she wouldn’t have had to swallow that first time, but the experience in itself called for forgiveness. He willed strength back into his legs and reached down to help her to her feet. He kissed her with all the pent-up feelings in his chest and her response thrilled him. She opened her mouth and kissed him back with fervor and the combined taste of them burst on his taste buds. Cameron knew at that moment that this thing between them was truly big, had been confirmed. He wanted to embrace it, just as he was embracing Olivia, embrace it and explore it and her for the rest of his life. Now, all he had to do was convince Olivia. “C’mon, honey, I’ll bathe you so that you can rest awhile.” “What do you mean?” Olivia stuttered. “Bathe me? Rest awhile?” “I take care of what is mine, Olivia, and we are far from finished,” he answered implacably. “Now come with me.” He made sure the water temperature was perfect before he stood Olivia under the pounding spray, taking up a position behind her to carefully remove the improvised plug. He then lathered her from head to toe, shampooing her hair, rinsing it, and adding conditioner. After her initial protest, Olivia stood docilely under his ministrations, although he hadn’t missed how she had stiffened when he asserted that she was his. The only sounds she made were little moans as he carefully soaped her pussy and used the lubrication to tantalize her clit

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and anus, followed by the swirl of the cloth over her reddened, tender nipples. His cock filled and swelled as he anticipated burying himself deep in her tight channel. She had been so tight against his fingers that he knew how hard it was going to be to work his way deep, right up against her cervix. He couldn’t wait, but he would, because once Olivia had a few hours of sleep, he was going to torment her to the very edge of ecstasy before he fucked her to their mutual orgasm. He didn’t have a lot of time to convince her that she needed this and would want it forever. With him. He quickly washed himself and rinsed off before turning the water off and wrapping Olivia up in a large towel. He swept her up and carried her to the bed, ignoring the water dripping from his body, and tucked her between the sheets. He kissed her forehead and watched as she drifted off, comforted and relaxed. He readied the room for later, and then turned off the lights, finally climbing into bed to spoon against Olivia’s back.

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Chapter Five Cameron pulled back from Olivia’s writhing form and surveyed her with bone-deep satisfaction. She was begging now, pleading with him for release and he was going to give it to her. His cock was begging, too, and his balls ached. It was time. He had woken Olivia with slow licks up the underside of her breasts and over her nipples. When she arched into him, he pulled the sheet and towel aside and felt between her legs. She was getting wet, and he was pleased at how she responded to him, even as she awoke. He liked morning sex a lot, liked rolling on top of a woman and powering into her without taking a lot of time to prepare her, because she was still wet from the night before or just from his touch. Cameron knew it was selfish, but he consoled his conscience with the fact that he more than made up for it at other times. Olivia was meeting all of his hopes and dreams. He wasn’t so crass to say she met his dream woman criteria, for it made things sound too clinical. “Roll onto your belly, Olivia,” he had ordered, and had run a hand over her buttocks even as he pushed a pillow under her to elevate her gorgeous ass. She spread her legs without being told, beginning to anticipate what he wanted. The room service bar had given up several sample bottles, and the contents of the one that fit the bill shimmered golden under the bedside lamps as he covered it in lube and pushed it up into Olivia’s ass, the puckered opening stretching to accommodate it more easily. He had pulled it out and pushed it back in several times, watching Olivia push back for it, her anus showing pink as it winked closed then stretched again. He fairly salivated to fuck her there.

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“I am going to administer your punishment now, Olivia, for stealing that orgasm earlier. You will count out the strokes. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” Olivia stuttered. He watched her buttocks clench in anticipation and decided to ramp things up. “If you clench, Olivia, I will wet your buttocks and add strokes. I can keep that process up a very long time. Understand?” “Yes, Sir,” she said again, and her buttocks relaxed. Cameron pressed a kiss on both of them and tapped the end of the bottle, smiling when Olivia gasped. He picked up the child’s PingPong paddle and ran in across Olivia’s silky skin, dipping the end in her cleft. The realization that something other than his hand was going to spank her showed in Olivia’s sudden flinch. He smiled again and began. The first two blows were met with sudden loud intakes of air on her part, although she didn’t clench much. Cameron blew across her reddening skin and reminded her to count. “One, two!” she nearly shouted. By the time Cameron reached twelve strokes from the paddle, Olivia was moaning and lifting up into the blows while writhing against the pillow. “Do not come, Olivia,” he crooned. “If you get yourself off, I will stake you out and bring you to the edge over and over but will not release you. Your clit will be so swollen and tender that it will hurt to cover it for days.” “Please, Cameron. Please, Sir.” He rubbed her red bottom and spread the heat, jostling the bottle as he did so. She moaned and whimpered. “Three more, honey. Brace yourself.” Cameron spread her legs further apart and brought the paddle up between her legs to smack her pussy three times in succession. Olivia shrieked and came. Cameron grinned and then wiped it from his face. She would know she had sealed her fate and accept what was to come next, once she came down from her orgasm. He tossed the paddle and

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pulled her up to rest her back against his chest, his mouth unerringly finding that sweet spot on her neck, sucking and branding her as she leaned into him. He slipped his hands down to knead her breasts, and she whimpered. He helped her from bed and took her to use the bathroom and freshen up. When she emerged, looking wild and beautiful with her hair a cloud around her face, her lips swollen from biting them, she allowed him to push her down gently to the blanket on the carpet where the ropes waited. She had tensed but said nothing. “I’m going to restrain you, Olivia,” he informed her. “You will be helpless and unable to stop anything I choose to do to you for your pleasure. You have your safe word.” Cameron could smell her arousal as her pussy gushed and dampened the inside of her thighs. Having her choice taken away and the ability to protect herself removed had made Olivia hot and aroused. Cameron reminded himself to use the seduction of words, expressions, and suggestions more frequently with her. She responded so nicely. He tied her ankles off to the feet of the bed and then her wrists to the legs of the heavy armoire. When he was finished, she was stretched and tied before him like some pagan sacrifice, her breasts raised for his touch, her nipples already beading and thrusting, her pussy spread and exposed. He yearned to push into her mouth again, to have that same experience as earlier, but there were other things to do. He started by sucking her sensitive nipples into his mouth, elongating them into little points. He quickly reached for the pins that had secured Olivia’s hair at dinner and clamped her nipples with them. She had bowed up from the floor as much as the ropes would allow and sobbed through the pain, but her golden eyes were glazed with passion and signaled to him that the pleasure/pain had transferred straight to her clit. He held a remaining pin up for her to see, spread it apart, and then ran its plastic-coated feet down between her breasts, over her belly, around her navel, and then stopped right at the top of her slit.

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He lowered his head to her apex and with his tongue teased her pleasure button right out of its surrounding flesh. When he had it standing up, alert and pulsing, he sucked it through the end of the hairpin, effectively compressing the little bundle of nerves to both delay and heighten Olivia’s orgasm. She shrieked and panted, thrashing her head from side to side and her lips parted as she took in a breath. Cameron knew she was about to say her safe word and lunged up to kiss her senseless. When he took his mouth from hers, he knew that the worst of the erotic pain at her breasts and pussy had become quite tolerable. He blessed his experience, because Olivia was benefiting from it. “Are you all right, Olivia?” She moaned in reply, and Cameron waited for a clearer response, watching her eyes open and try to focus. Olivia had slipped away far sooner than he could have believed, and he once again blessed his luck. Their encounter was fated, their connection like a drug. “Yes, Sir.” Cameron licked and kissed every inch of Olivia that he could reach, avoiding her breasts and sex. By the time he got to her nipples she was alternately begging and threatening him, but he took his time, gently laving the clamped tips and blowing cool air across them before releasing them. She screamed at him and fought the ropes when he kissed down her body and explored her pussy in minute detail. He spread her dripping folds with his thumbs and nuzzled and licked every crevice while lapping at the juices that poured from her. He stroked her perineum with his tongue, using ghostlike touches until her thighs shook with stress, and then turned his attention to her opening. He pushed two fingers inside and curled up to find her Gspot, feeling her clamp and clench on the digits. He could feel the bottle in her anus and reached to fuck her with it while he stroked his fingers in her vagina in tandem. She moaned with the double penetration, but her face was wet with tears of frustration, and he knew he couldn’t make her wait much longer. It was time. He pulled

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out of her pussy and brought his cupped palm down on Olivia’s exposed clit twice, hard, and then shoved his cock into her weeping opening, bemoaning, if for a split second, the thin layer of latex that was between them. Olivia’s echoing shrieks as he punished her clit spurred him on, and he pulled back then pushed forward with everincreasing power to his thrusts until he was lodged in her as deep as he could go. He leaned down to rest his forehead against hers, and their gazes locked. He rolled and ground his hips, creating friction against her G-spot and rubbing the base of his cock against her clit. Olivia began to shake, and he slipped his hand between them to pop off the pin from her engorged nub. “Come for me!” he commanded. She shattered around him, milking him, straining to take him with her. Cameron managed to free her nipples and let himself release when she came again, hard on the heels of the first orgasm, although without the same intensity. His temples throbbed with the force of his climax, and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Olivia’s body went limp beneath him and he moved to take some of his weight from her, pressing a kiss on her open mouth as he did so. Her eyes fluttered open and looked deep into his again. He read something in hers that made him flinch before her lashes veiled her thoughts. Cameron reached to free her, wondering why his gut told him releasing her was a bad idea. But her wrists and ankles were red and chafed, and he needed to take care of her, just as soon as he could breathe normally again. **** Olivia once again stood docilely in the shower while he removed the bottle from her anus and cleansed her body, but there was a tenseness about her that warned him. He cared for her tenderly, murmuring praise and encouragement as he did so, but she did not fully relax.

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“What’s going on, honey?” he finally asked, although reluctant to distract from the past hours of pleasure. Olivia shrugged. “I’m tired and sore, Cameron.” He used his Dom look and tone on her. “There’s something going on with you, Olivia. I won’t let you hide from me.” “I don’t know what you are talking about, Cameron. I need to sleep. I have a full day tomorrow and I don’t do business well when I’m tired. If you recall, I need a new security-system provider.” Cameron recognized the dig for what it was. She was trying to put him in his place, and he was too tired to spank her ass. He tried verbal communication instead. He wrapped her in a towel and held her by her shoulders. “I’ll do your system, Olivia. You know that.” “Actually, Cameron, I fired you if you recall. I don’t work with people I, uh, have sex with, so that means you aren’t hired back on.” “Okay, Olivia. But I’ll check the work. I want you to be safe.” Olivia pulled from his grasp and walked away from him. She spoke over her shoulder. “Thanks, but it’ll be fine.” Cameron stood alone in the bathroom, dripping on the mat, and pondered. She was pulling that “queen of England” act again and he was going to tan her bottom for it later. That they were both exhausted and needed to rest, he knew. But Olivia was withdrawing from him and he didn’t like it, nor did he understand. He now knew her intimately, far more intimately than her husband ever had, but she held secrets. He needed to puzzle them out, because with his desire for her temporarily sated, he was getting a very different picture of Olivia. She had told him many things with her body, given him some hints, and they were going to talk, so that once he had the answers, he could better meet her needs. He ran a towel over his body and went in search of his sub. **** “Where are you going?”

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Olivia jumped at Cameron’s tone as she smoothed her dress down over her hips. She turned to face him, letting her eyes drift over his naked body. Her traitorous pussy moistened, and her nipples pebbled, but she strengthened her resolve. She was totally angry with this man and needed time to think it through, to process it. Maybe it was irrational, but she was fighting an incredibly strong urge to smack him up alongside the head and kick him when he fell down, then jump on his cock and impale herself. She was both exhilarated and annoyed that he had unleashed her sexuality and given her such pleasure, albeit accompanied by some discomfort and erotic pain, which, if she was totally honest with herself, had made that pleasure even better. But most of all she was angry with herself for agreeing to spend this night with him. Because she wasn’t sure she could go back to being Olivia Foster, and tonight had been merely an interlude for Cameron. What had he called it? An experiment. A fling. Oh, he would want another day or two with her, until he could fuck her ass. She wasn’t stupid. She knew his intent. And then there would be nothing new, nothing to conquer. He had spoken of all his casual subs, and she was damned if she would ever fit that description. Olivia Foster was nothing like casual. She felt tears prick at her eyes and impatiently forced them back. “I’m going to try and get to my hotel room without anyone seeing me and realizing that I’ve been out all night doing God knows what,” she retorted, watching Cameron’s face darken. “I want you to stay with me today,” he said. “And I don’t want to,” she replied. Cameron stalked toward her, his cock filling and rising toward his belly. Olivia dragged her eyes from it and put up a hand. “Red light.” Cameron froze, and Olivia was transported back to the childhood game. What was next? Mother May I? Tag? Cameron Says? She fought a hysterical laugh and shook her head. She was simply overtired and overwhelmed.

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“I’m done, Cameron. It was intense, and thanks.” She picked up her purse, minus the mascara, and let herself out the door. She heard a muffled curse and something hit the door with a crack, and she ran to the elevator and pounded on the button. However, Cameron respected that safe word, and she got to her room without incident. Her clothes went into a laundry bag, and she fell into the big bed without turning out the little bedside lamp. Exhaustion swallowed her up like a frog licks a fly into its belly, and she knew nothing more.

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Chapter Six Olivia awoke to pounding on her hotel room door. She blearily looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was just after ten. She was tired, and sore. Surely she didn’t have to get up so they could clean the room! She pulled the pillow over her head, but the pounding continued. Then she heard her name being called. It was Cameron. So much for holding him at bay with a safe word. She felt her anger swell and inspire her. She jumped out of bed, slightly disconcerted to find herself naked, and grabbed her robe from the chair. Its fine material swathed her and minimized the chafe on her nipples. Even so, she winced because it reminded her of the incredible sensations she had experienced the night before for the first time ever. She marched to the door with greater purpose and opened it on the chain. Cameron’s angry face was framed in the narrow opening, and she involuntarily stepped back for an instant before again being swamped with annoyance. “What do you want?” she nearly shouted. “Let me in, Olivia. I’ve waited six hours for you to rest. We need to talk.” “I’m not ready to talk to you, Cameron. I’ll let you know when I am,” she retorted, and tried to close the door. Cameron simply leaned on it and she found to her frustration that she couldn’t budge it. “Back off,” she snapped. “I’m not going anywhere until we talk, honey,” he insisted. “Let me in.” “No. Or is that a word you aren’t familiar with?” Olivia itched to smack him.

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Cameron smiled at her, and the look was nearly feral. Olivia’s breath hitched and her sex awoke, preparing for him. Damn it. The previous night’s education had opened up doors to things she hadn’t known existed. But she wasn’t going to consider it an initiation. Cameron wasn’t a club, or at least not one she was inclined to belong to. “I don’t think you understand, Olivia,” he advised her, “I won’t hear that word from you. It’s not part of our vocabulary.” “I used that safe word,” Olivia retorted. “Now go away.” “And I told you I would stop and then we would discuss it. So let me in and that’s what we’ll do.” Olivia walked away and headed into the bathroom. She turned on the fan and then the water in the sink to mask his voice. He could shout through the crack in the door if he chose and hopefully hotel staff and guests would see him. They could deal with him. He could explain. She slammed the bathroom door and began to wash up. Her nipples and privates were really tender and she whimpered a little, glad that no one could hear her. She had applied light makeup and was in the process of brushing out her hair when the door swung open and Cameron stood in the doorway. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” she nearly screamed at him, reaching for her robe to cover herself as she did so. Cameron grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him, tossing the robe back into the bedroom. It was forgotten, and the hairbrush clattered to the floor when his mouth descended upon hers. Olivia fought to keep her wits about her and might have succeeded except Cameron deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to duel with hers. It felt like her very soul was being taken, and she found herself relaxing into him, allowing him to take her weight. She didn’t resist when he picked her up and cradled her against his chest, never taking his mouth from hers. He carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed, only then releasing her lips. She felt weak and overwhelmed. Her eyes filled with tears, and she fought

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against them. It wasn’t fair that he would do this to her, steal her will and make her want things she shouldn’t. “It’s okay, honey,” Cameron murmured. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He stretched out beside her and stroked her from breast to thigh, and his eyes darkened with desire until he saw her nipples. “Oh, Olivia, here…” Cameron jumped up and reached for a sack on the dresser. He extricated a tube, twisted the top off, and poked it open with the pointed end. Olivia watched as he squeezed a little of the clear gel out and applied it to first one nipple, then the other. She hissed at the cold and then relaxed as the soreness diminished. “I should have had this for you last night, honey. I didn’t think I would push you as far as I did. Except you were ready for it.” Cameron’s face flushed, probably at the memory of her readiness. A gentleman wouldn’t remind her of that, damn him. She was used to gentlemen. Andrew had been a gentleman. Cameron had turned her world upside down, and it wasn’t comfortable. Olivia’s temper flared again. He was so darn presumptuous. It was like he really knew what she needed. Except he did. She had totally embraced the sex, the domination. He had known and had given it to her, and now wanted to give her more. But she wasn’t going to let him entice her, ensnare her with pleasure. Because he would break her heart, for now she totally knew what it was she was would lose when he left her again. If she could make him go away, she might find it elsewhere and keep her heart intact. She made to push herself up. “Spread your legs.” Cameron’s deep voice nearly made her comply. God, she was so weak. “No,” she managed to say. “Olivia, I want to look at your clit. It must be sore, honey, and I’ll put some gel on it.” “Leave the gel and I’ll do it myself,” she replied. “Just leave period, Cameron. How did you get in here anyway?”

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Cameron lowered his bulk over her and pinned her with his weight. “You’ll have to get a new security chain, honey. You really didn’t think that would keep me out?” Olivia cut her eyes to the doorframe and gasped at the sight of raw, splintered wood where the brass screws had once held the chain secure. “Good grief, Cameron! How am I supposed to explain that?” She raged. “Get off of me.” “Let me take care of your clit,” came his determined response. Olivia fumed and then nodded. She had never thought of herself as a violent person, ever, but he was bringing something out in her that she had never felt before. She wanted him to control her even as she resisted. Her body totally responded to his approach. Yet she wanted to punch him, bite him, and kick him and have him respond. Never had she felt so alive. She was clearly insane. Cameron moved to sit beside her hip, and Olivia inched her legs apart. “Wider, honey, like you did for me last night,” he urged. Blood rushed to her face, and Olivia both cringed and thrilled to the memory and the fact that she was once again naked, on a bed, with Cameron. She spread wide and he shifted to bend her knees up, placing her feet flat on the bed. He gently spread her folds near the top of her sex and his eyes narrowed a bit. “It will be okay in a little while, Olivia,” he assured her. “I won’t apologize for tormenting you, but I need to take care of you afterward better than I did.” He kept saying that, saying that he wanted to care for her. Olivia had been the caregiver during all of her adult life. This felt strange yet welcome, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to trust it. He probably did this with all his women, all his casual subs. When Cameron carefully smoothed a large dollop of the topical anesthetic over her clitoris, Olivia fought the arousal that accompanied the soothing sensation. Oh

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God, she couldn’t, simply couldn’t do this again for so many reasons. He pushed a finger up inside of her and found that special spot as he whispered another finger over her clit. Olivia suddenly climaxed and gave herself up to the pleasure. She vaguely considered through the haze of gratification that, unless she could keep her distance, Cameron was going to keep her from processing this thing between them. And when he tired of her, she would be devastated. Somehow she needed to push him away, but lost as she was in the gentle, empty clenching of her sex as she came down, the wherefores of that task eluded her. “Olivia.” Cameron was talking to her again. “Never refuse a reasonable request from me again. You won’t like the consequences.” Olivia closed her eyes. She couldn’t let him do this to her. He wasn’t kidding when he said he said he was dominant. He wore his dominance like a mantle. She gathered the last of her strength and resolve and rolled quickly away to the other side of the bed and heaved herself to her feet, her heart feeling heavier than her body. “Please leave, Cameron,” she begged. “Please.” “I can’t, honey,” he replied. “If I do, before we talk, you will shut me out and convince yourself that we are a bad idea. We haven’t even started.” Olivia felt her knees go weak, and she let herself fall to them, then canted to one side and slipped down to the carpet, curling inward, finally folding her arms around herself. He was going to take everything and leave her with nothing. She let the tears flow and shut out the anxious sound Cameron made. He plucked her up and cuddled her against him as he sat down in the single upholstered chair. He rocked her and muttered nonsensical sounds against her hair. She simply wept and sobbed and did her best to hold some part of her from him. ****

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Cameron rocked his woman and comforted her as best as he could. She was trying really hard to withhold. That he knew. What he didn’t understand was why. She was angry with him. He had put that together after thinking about it during their hours apart, and he thought he understood why. But it didn’t explain why she was so scared. Last night had probably been overwhelming for her but had been immensely freeing and insightful, too, for both of them. He could not have mistaken her response to him, and he could give her everything she needed sexually. But he wanted to give her more. He wanted to become her best friend, her confidante. He wanted everything for himself that he hoped to give her. They had forever to pursue this. She would be sharing with him in the next while, no matter how she resisted. He had been wrong once about her best interest, and he wasn’t about to compound his error. When Olivia’s sobs quieted and her tears ceased to soak his shirt, Cameron mopped her face and held the tissues for her to blow her nose and spoke to her, quietly, but firmly. “Olivia, honey, you need to tell me what’s going on. I can’t fix it unless you do.” He waited for her to respond, but she said nothing. Cameron was at a loss. Should he give her time or push her? Every instinct was screaming for him to insist that she tell him. “I can take the choice away, Livy, if that would help. If that’s what you need.” Olivia jerked upright in his arms, her beautiful face still stained with tears, her nose red and her eyes puffy. “What do you mean by that?” Her voice, although thick with emotion, was cold. “I don’t owe you anything. I don’t have to tell you anything.” Cameron sighed. His girl had fallen back into that reserved, safe style of relating to him. Withholding. “You do, sweetheart. You are mine, Olivia, and everything about you is my business.”

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He was unprepared for her immediate reaction. She slipped through his arms to the floor and rolled away, coming to her feet in one fluid motion of naked grace. The bathroom door closed and locked behind her before he could get up from the chair. Cameron smiled and stretched. He spent several moments thinking warm thoughts of their future. Olivia was full of contradictions and he was going to spend the rest of their lives exploring them. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, and when she came out, she would discover that her things were packed and residing in his suite. He’d leave her the robe to wear when she made the journey there herself. Except a large man was stepping into the room and speaking into a radio in his hand. “The intruder is still here. I’ll wait for backup.” Cameron snapped out of his daydream. The little wench had called security, and he was in shit. He opened his mouth to explain and then realized that the broken chain on the door spoke volumes, and the fact that the room’s occupant was apparently hiding in the bathroom didn’t make things look too good for him either. He was going to paddle her ass for this and have her on her knees immediately thereafter. He chose to say nothing and waited patiently. He then obeyed the arriving patrolman’s dictum that he stand up and take the position. The search didn’t bother him, but the handcuffs were another matter. He liked handcuffs, albeit the fur-lined kind, and it was never him who wore them. He hoped the process at the police station didn’t take too long. Olivia would make things up to him regardless.

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Chapter Seven As soon as the noise diminished outside the bathroom door, Olivia cracked it open. Cameron must have gone peaceably because everything looked much the same. “Hello?” Olivia flinched and then realized the deep male voice must belong to hotel staff. “I need my robe,” she called out. A big hand clutching that object came into view, followed by a large arm. She snatched it and retreated back into the bathroom, pushing the door shut. She pulled the fabric over her and took a couple of deep breaths before going out to face whoever it was. “Thank you,” she began, “I appreciate how quickly you came.” A deep voice rumbled back at her, “We don’t get many calls, ma’am, and we aren’t real busy, so it was easy to get here fast.” Olivia looked up at a kind, older face, at odds with the football player’s body. She offered her hand and her name. “I’m Don Sullivan, ma’am, hotel security. That fellow will be at the station by now. They’ll be wanting you to make a statement.” Olivia thought fast. “I really don’t have anything to say,” she improvised. “I came out of the bathroom to see a man in my room. The hall door was open, so I went back inside the bathroom and locked the door and called you.” Mr. Sullivan looked at her for some time and then said, “Do you know him?” “Well, I actually do,” Olivia confessed and then flat-out lied. “I didn’t put it together until I locked myself in, but it was the man I had

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dinner with last night. Maybe he thought this was his room or something. Maybe he was drinking.” “I suppose that’s as good an explanation as any, ma’am,” the large man replied. Olivia knew that he knew she wasn’t being forthright, but at the same time the hotel wouldn’t want any bad PR, so she hoped this could just go away quietly. She had a business to run in this town and had to live here. He continued, “The hotel will make him pay for damages and clear out, and we can put this behind us if that’s what you’re okay with. But if he assaulted you or anything like that…” Olivia cut him off. She was glad the high neck of the robe hid the whisker burn and love marks that adorned her neck, shoulders, and tops of her breasts, to say nothing of the faint bruising on her hips and thighs. She had yet to really examine her buttocks. “Nothing like that, Mr. Sullivan. I was scared, that’s all. I don’t care to press charges. I simply don’t want to see him again if at all possible. I don’t care why he was in my room or what he wanted. I have no interest in him at all.” Liar. “Well then, I’ll head down to the station and sort this out then. My apologies, ma’am, that this had to happen during your stay. I assume you’ll be checking out?” Olivia hadn’t thought it through. Of course they wouldn’t want her here. Her story stunk. She was a risk for more doors to be broken open and the police to be called and other guests inconvenienced. It was bad for business. “I’ll pack immediately,” she answered and watched Mr. Sullivan gravely nod and make his way out the door, pulling it shut behind him, the lock engaging. Olivia flew around the room, filling her suitcase randomly. She had no idea where she was going to stay, but she needed to be gone before Cameron got back. She didn’t regret calling security on him. She didn’t care if the police locked him up. She didn’t care if he

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wasn’t allowed back in the hotel to pick up his belongings. She did care if he caught up to her. Cameron wasn’t going to let a little thing like breaking and entering or trespassing or vandalism or whatever he got threatened with keep him away. Not that it was likely any charges would be pressed. She knew he wouldn’t leave her alone just as she knew the punishment he would give her would be both corrective and highly orgasmic if he caught her. She was done with him. He had said she was his. Mine, he had said. But surely that was just in the short term. Her anger toward him had dissipated, but her fear of opening her soul to him had not. And he could make her tell. That she wasn’t prepared to allow. The past twelve years belonged to her and her alone, now that Andrew was dead, no matter how they had shaped her. She chose an outfit that covered all the marks Cameron had left on her body, but the face that stared back at her from the mirror reflected what he had done to her less physical side. Sunglasses hid those windows to her soul, and she was ready to check out. The blonde desk clerk avoided looking directly at her, a fact that Olivia appreciated, although the young woman was clearly very intrigued by the situation. Olivia wasn’t yet prepared to pretend that whatever had transpired in her hotel room wasn’t anything of importance and that she was simply a victim in the whole scheme of things, but she knew that she would have to put together a feasible explanation for when the gossip started. Being a business owner in a small town made it important for her to appear stable and reliable. Despite the fact that Aspen Grove had more than doubled in size since she lived here, it would still have much of that small-town mentality and she would need to defuse anything really nasty. It might be best to pretend ignorance. She was very well versed in pretending. She hurried through the paperwork and had her luggage loaded into her car in record time. She headed to the golf club. She would stay in one of the few rooms that were available for members who either imbibed too much in the clubhouse after a round or who simply didn’t want to

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go home. Cameron might find her there, in fact he probably would discover her whereabouts quickly, but at least she would be on her own turf.

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Chapter Eight “But we really aren’t set up for long-term guests, Mrs. Foster.” Maurice’s whiny voice grated on Olivia’s frayed nerves. “My house isn’t ready yet,” she explained again. “I want to stay here and get a feeling for the business. The hotel is apparently often fully booked, and having members rooms might not be such a bad idea.” And with that, Olivia had Maurice thinking there was no room at the inn, hence giving a good reason for her to stay at the club. He was further distracted by the idea of renovations, and willingly followed her to his office where they spent the day making plans and discussing ideas. A painkiller eased the headache Olivia cultivated, not to mention taking her attention away from the slightly uncomfortable assorted areas on her body that reminded her of the previous evening’s debauchery. Her pussy heated at the thought, and she bit the inside of her cheek to take her mind off of the memories. She found the lunch at the club to be quite excellent, and made a note to find ways to encourage the chef to stay on and be creative. She hoped the other chef was as talented. Maurice had introduced her to staff and members alike, and Olivia thought she had impressed them with her demeanor. It helped that she could now afford to be herself, someone who genuinely liked people and was now in a position to both support and serve. She convinced herself that she hardly gave a moment’s thought to Cameron, although every arrival, the sound of every newcomer’s voice, made her jump. She made it to her little room and her single bed at the end of the day, and gratefully prepared

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for slumber. Her cell phone rang and she cautiously checked the number. Her contractor. “Mrs. Foster? Steve here. Got a quote for your security system at the house, and he’ll head out to the club tomorrow and give you one for there, too.” Olivia replied, “That’s fine, Steve. Just ensure it’s a reputable firm. I’ll be at the club tomorrow and will talk with the rep myself. What is his name?” “George Nash. And it’s a reputable firm. Up there with Fraser’s. By the way, Mrs. Foster, I heard Fraser got arrested today at your hotel.” “You heard nearly correctly, Steve. The police did connect with him at the hotel apparently, but I don’t know about any arrest. Probably some kind of misunderstanding,” she said. “I’m sure that a reputable firm like Fraser’s wouldn’t have any issues with the police.” The dead sound of Steve’s silence nearly made her laugh, but Olivia clicked off before she said any more. She had her story and she was sticking to it. Steve wasn’t going to spread gossip when it could backfire on him. He had picked Cameron’s firm after all. She slipped between the cool cotton sheets and pulled up the fuzzy blanket. Olivia made a mental note to discuss new bed linens with the head of housekeeping. She was too physically tired to get up and find her planner, although her brain was on fast-forward. She assured her active mind that, as soon as she got things started here, she would look into BDSM clubs and pay a visit. Surely if she had her newfound physical needs met then she could ignore those other pesky ones that seemed to be centered in the middle of her chest. **** The cause of Olivia’s angst was presently considering his options. Cameron had signed off on the deal the hotel offered, paying for all damages, and then obliged them by clearing out of his suite as quickly

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as possible. Olivia had checked out, too, according to the little blonde at the desk, who was clearly thrilled to break the rules of guest confidentiality when she gave him a receipt. But he wasn’t interested in her. He wanted to catch up to Olivia. They had several things to discuss, and Olivia no doubt would be pleased to apologize to him. He should be furious with her, but part of him admired her spirit. No way did he want to break that. Her submissiveness in the bedroom was all he demanded, unless she required other guidance for her well being, although it appeared that she was trying to resist him at this time. Cameron had never chased a woman before and was determined to make the most of the experience, because once he caught Olivia, he was never going to let her go. Cameron accepted that he was head over heels in love with her on top of his insane lust, and believed that she had the same strong feelings for him. She was simply in denial for reasons he needed to ferret out. He positively vibrated with sexual tension and the swelling in his chest as he contemplated the future. But first things first. He needed a place to stay before he searched his woman out. Kind of like a command post. A quick check of the Aspen Grove yellow pages netted the phone numbers of a couple of bed-and-breakfasts. There was a good chance that Olivia had sought a room in one of them. Cameron placed the call and made a reservation for a two week stay. He had no idea how long his pursuit was going to take, but Olivia’s house would be finished by then and he intended to be living with her before his reservation expired. He could commute as necessary to his office and continue to do field work, but the bulk of the management labor would be done online. A part of Cameron knew that he was being arrogant and presumptuous. Knew that he was making assumptions about Olivia she would likely protest, but he couldn’t slow down. He felt driven toward a future he desperately needed. One with Olivia in it. Cameron dumped his belongings in the large, if crowded ground floor room of the old Victorian style home. The proprietor was a middle-aged woman who favored long, shapeless dresses and heavy

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leather sandals. The place smelled of dried flowers and baking but seemed clean and welcoming. The heavy, carved four-poster bed drew his Dom side and he found himself contemplating the placement of velvet ropes and restraints. “There are four other guests, Mr. Fraser,” Mrs. Porter advised. “The house is now quite full. If you want to extend your stay you will need to let me know by next week.” Cameron was a bit startled and then realized he’d told her he was in town on business but that he hoped it would be completed within two weeks. For a moment her request had felt like a premonition, like a suggestion that those two weeks might not be enough time to pursue and subdue Olivia. He mentally shook himself and smiled pleasantly. “I’ll be sure to let you know. I have a friend in Aspen Grove,” he added, “and she might be staying here while her house is being renovated.” “You’ll meet the other guests at breakfast, Mr. Fraser, which is at seven, for the hot meal. After that you can help yourself to muffins, scones and such, or have cereal, toast. If you plan to be here for dinner, I would appreciate a confirmation. It is served at six. I do not provide luncheon.” Mrs. Porter sounded like a housemother who took the privacy of her guests to heart. Cameron nodded solemnly. He wouldn’t be bringing Olivia back here. There was probably a rule about overnight guests, and Mrs. Porter would likely have a heart attack if she heard screams of pleasure emanating from his room. He watched her plod down the hallway and stepped back into his room and shut the door. He pulled out his phone and called his personal assistant at home. Things were under control and Cameron let her know he was out of contact for two more weeks unless the direst emergency in the world happened. Roberta accepted his edict with her usual placid demeanor. His partner and next in command was a whole different story. “What the fuck, Cameron! You lost the Foster account.”

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“There was a conflict of interest, Trevor,” Cameron said. “I know the lady, and our relationship precludes a professional one.” After a period of dead silence, Trevor replied. “I think I just heard you say you have a personal relationship with Mrs. Foster.” Cameron smiled and knew it showed in his voice. “That’s right. And it won’t work for the company to do the job.” “You found a submissive in Hickville?” Trevor’s baritone climbed into the tenor range. “Well that figures. You have the best luck, Cam. But why can’t you do her and the job?” “Uh, she fired me, to tell the truth.” Cameron winced and waited. “Fired you! Before or after you did her?” Cameron flared. He and Trev went way back and worked well together both in his security company and when they dominated women, but Olivia wasn’t just any woman, and Trevor was pushing it. “Watch your mouth, buddy. This one’s special. She’s mine.” “Like your One?” Trevor’s voice was almost hushed. He was older than Cameron and never minded anyone knowing that he was always looking for that one woman who would complete him. Of late Cameron knew that Trevor was despairing of ever meeting her. He felt a surge of empathy for the other man. “That’s right.” “Well then I look forward to meeting her. And of course be your third if she is so inclined.” Cameron hesitated. He didn’t know if he liked the idea. But if it turned out to be what Olivia needed, that would be taken into account. Time would tell. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll let you know. In the meantime hold the fort. I don’t need any distractions.” “Done. And Cameron? Great news.” Trevor clicked off. Cameron decided to shower and have an early night. He had missed lunch and dinner, although had managed a big breakfast before Olivia had him removed and detained. His cock twitched at the thought of the discipline he would administer once he found her. He

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took himself in hand in the shower, not wanting Mrs. Porter to find any suspicious stains on the sheets, because Cameron knew he’d likely erupt in his sleep if he didn’t take care of himself now, such were his dreams about Olivia. The feather bed swallowed him up like a cloud, and Cameron managed one final thought about erotic revenge and true love.

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Chapter Nine After partaking of Mrs. Porter’s idea of breakfast, a culinary feast of cholesterol and more cholesterol, Cameron took his hardening arteries off on his search for his woman. She hadn’t been one of the guests at breakfast, although Cameron hadn’t really thought it would have been as easy as that to track her down. He figured he would have sensed her if she had been staying in the bed-and-breakfast. His first stop was her house. Steve met him at the door, and Cameron wondered at the look on the man’s face. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, Fraser, but you need to get your ass out of here and stay away from me. I don’t want my reputation messed up by associating with you. Mrs. Foster might have cut you some slack, but you want to keep a low profile around here if you want to get any work in this county.” Cameron retorted, “I need to talk with Olivia, with Mrs. Foster. Let her know I’m here.” Steve smiled nastily. “She’s not here. We talked last night about the new security-system quote for here and the golf course. I gave the job to your competition.” Cameron barely registered the information about the job. Of course. Olivia would be at the golf course. She’d taken refuge in one of the guest rooms. He decided to head right over and confront her, then stopped. He turned back to Steve. “What do you mean she cut me some slack?” “I heard you were arrested at the hotel. What kind of a securitysystem professional gets arrested? Mrs. Foster told me you hadn’t been, that it was a mistake or something. But she could have made it

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tough on me for choosing you and not trusted me to finish either project. So just go, okay?” Cameron pondered Steve’s information as he drove to the golf course. Olivia had called security on him but obviously hadn’t given a statement to police. He thought the hotel had talked her out of it to avoid the publicity, but it seemed she hadn’t wanted to cause him any more trouble. It didn’t matter, he decided, but he wondered if it inferred something. Had she regretted rejecting him? Or had she just not found him worth the bother? Cameron didn’t like this uncertainty, so at odds with the way he had felt the day before. What if Olivia had succeeded in rebuilding her barriers? What if he couldn’t break them down? Cameron gritted his teeth. He wasn’t going to let these stupid insecurities get in the way of building something special with Olivia. He had fucked up royally when he suggested they could experiment, have a fling. Olivia didn’t trust him because of that. Didn’t trust what they had. He was certain that’s what had gone wrong, and he was determined to convince her that what they could have would be so much more. He pulled up into the visitor’s parking area and slammed the gearshift into park. Now to talk with his woman before she called the authorities on him. Again. He saw her just as he entered the clubhouse. She was wearing a loose top of some sort in a gauzy, blue material and beautifully tailored slacks that hugged her rounded ass and thighs in a way that made his cock snap to attention. Shit. He willed his arousal back and tried really hard not to think about forging deep into that gorgeous bottom. When he thought the evidence of his interest wasn’t so obvious, he made his way toward her. She was totally focused on a conversation with a pompous-looking individual and he was able to study her without her being aware. She was lovely, although he noted some shadows beneath her eyes and he wondered if he had put them there. He hoped not, but he would kiss them better. “Olivia.” Cameron quietly spoke her name.

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She wheeled around to face him, and her face again lost every vestige of color. He had to stop having that effect on her. He wanted her to see him and flush with arousal, open her arms and her heart to him. Cameron saw fear in her eyes, nearly overwhelming the arousal. Then her composure returned, and she straightened her shoulders, her features smoothing out and her eyes becoming shuttered. He couldn’t allow that. He couldn’t allow her to keep building distance between them. He stepped right into her space and bent his head to speak for her ears alone. “Find a private place where we can talk, Olivia, or I’ll pick you up and walk out of here with you. Choose.” “Back off, Cameron,” she hissed, while offering him a pleasant smile, clearly trying to convey that nothing was amiss. “Choose.” Cameron smiled back at her and let his eyes signal his intent. “You are going to hurt my business with this kind of thing,” she said quietly. “Choose.” Cameron made sure his tone registered with her. Last chance. “I’ll need your office for a few minutes, Maurice.” Olivia’s voice portrayed nothing but sweetness and light, and the little man she had been talking to immediately nodded his head. “Certainly, Mrs. Foster. Shall I send some coffee?” Olivia answered quickly. “No thank you, Maurice. That won’t be necessary. This won’t take long. Please arrange for the staff meeting, and I’ll talk with you later.” Cameron followed closely behind as Olivia stalked toward the back of the room. He didn’t want her locking herself in somewhere and making use of the phone. How long “this” took would be dependent upon her response. Her ass flexed beneath her rigid back, and again he forced his thoughts elsewhere. When they entered the office, he closed and locked the door. Olivia got behind the large

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wooden desk and rolled the chair in front of her, her hands grasping the high back like a lifeline. Her face was flushed and furious. “Strip.” “What?” she gasped. “I am not in the habit of repeating myself, Olivia.” “I won’t take my clothes off for you here. Or anywhere else,” she added hurriedly. Cameron took measured steps toward her until only the chair stood between them, watching her golden eyes widen and then darken with desire. He reached out and levered her hands off the leather and pushed the chair out of the way, using his height and weight advantage to crowd Olivia against the paneled wall. Her hardening nipples were visible even through the loose shirt, and he felt his mouth curve in a smile, although Olivia’s hands came up between them in an effort to push him away. He leaned into her and locked eyes with her and waited. **** Olivia couldn’t fill her lungs. She wasn’t frightened exactly. No, she was terrified. She was terrified of her body’s response to this man after that very full sexual night with him. He had imprinted on her, like little baby ducks did on the first figure they saw when they hatched and experienced the world for the first time. Her brain knew she should run fast and far, but her body demanded she stay. Even as she tried to keep a clear thought process, her hands pulled back from Cameron’s chest and inched down to grasp the hem of her top. It wasn’t easy pulling it up between them, but she tugged at it and managed to drag it over her head. He moved back a little and she felt his eyes drop to her breasts, concealed behind the lace of her bra. He smelled so male, a hint of musk and Cameron. She made her fingers move to flick open the front clasp of her bra and he leaned back a little more to allow her breasts to spring free. His cock hardened even

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more against her belly. The zipper on her slacks opened with a tiny, grating sound that made Cameron’s eyes flare, and she scrunched forward to push them and her panties down as one, to her knees. Then she closed her eyes and waited, the smell of her arousal drifting up between their bodies, her breasts growing heavy, the nipples hard and aching. Cameron stepped back, and Olivia nearly fell, despite the wall at her back. Her legs felt like jelly, and she yearned for his heat. She felt deprived somehow. She opened her eyes to see him perusing her body, her bra hanging off her shoulders and her underwear and pants shackling her knees. He gave her a glance that made her shiver it was so dark. “On your knees.” Olivia dropped awkwardly to her knees on the threadbare carpet at Cameron’s feet. All her will was gone, taken by this man. Even the faint burn on her skin by the nap of the fabric over the unforgiving wooden floor didn’t stiffen her resolve. Only distance and a storm of released emotion had given her strength to resist him before, and it would again. She wasn’t going to let him possess her, but she couldn’t battle this with him in such close proximity. Cameron twisted her bra in a manner that drew her arms behind her back, and then secured her wrists. With her hands tied and her pants around her knees, Olivia felt totally at his mercy. Her pussy wept, and she shifted to rub her thighs against one another. A pinch of her nipple distracted her and she let out a little shriek, mindful of the nearness of staff and patrons alike, just beyond the door. “You won’t like the consequences if you come, Olivia. Subs who have displeased their Masters don’t get to come. Especially those who tried to have their Master arrested.” “But…” Cameron cut her off. “Do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand me?” Another pinch had Olivia nodding her head.

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“Say it.” “I understand.” “I understand what, Olivia?” “I understand, Sir.” She wasn’t calling him Master, and Cameron must have sensed her resolve, for after a brief hesitation he backed off. **** She watched as Cameron unzipped his fly and pulled his penis out. It was erect and weeping. It looked bigger than she remembered, and Olivia swallowed nervously, wondering at the groan Cameron then gave. “Open.” Olivia obediently opened her mouth and Cameron pushed inside. His size and taste stole her breath and Olivia involuntarily tried to pull back, only to be thwarted by Cameron’s immediate grasp of her hair to hold her in place. “Breathe through your nose, Olivia.” She did as he instructed and her panic subsided. “I’m going to set the pace, Olivia. This is about me, do you understand? This is your apology.” Olivia nodded and murmured her acquiescence around his cock, making him groan again. “You will take what I give you.” Cameron began to fuck her mouth with short, controlled strokes, his hot, velvet length invading first her lips and then her palate, finally pushing to the back of her throat. Olivia concentrated on keeping her lips tight around him and on breathing through her nose. She squinted to see that he had his hand around the base of his cock so that he didn’t feed her more than she could take, and realized that while he was making a point, he was also not going to hurt her. At least not with a blow job. Olivia kept her mind blank as to what might happen

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afterward. She dared hope he would make her come. Cameron stilled above her and then shoved hard, making her gag. His ejaculate streamed down her throat, and she swallowed frantically and then gratefully relaxed her mouth to allow him to slip out. “Lick me clean, Olivia.” Cameron’s tone was dark, despite the sated look on his face. Olivia lapped at him until he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants. She sighed. She somehow knew she wouldn’t like what came next, and her sex was begging for release. He lifted her to her feet easily by sliding his hands under her arms, and turned her to face Maurice’s desk. Olivia had a brief moment of hysteria. Maurice would choke if he knew what was happening in his pristine, if impoverished, office. She felt the edge of the desk at her belly, and Cameron pushed between her shoulders to bend her over it. Her face rested on the blotter, and Maurice’s fake-marble pen set base nudged her forehead. She could hear the ticking of the wall clock and the beating of her heart and then the two sounds synced. Cameron opened the drawer at her right hip and began to rummage through it. He made a sound of satisfaction. “I love that Scout motto, Olivia,” he murmured above her, “The one about always being prepared. I’m more the make-do kind of guy.” He reached between her legs, the hobble of her clothing constricting his movements, and Olivia cursed her body’s betrayal. Cameron drew her moisture back, over her perineum and up to her anus, over and over, until she felt the total slickness of his finger against it. Then something else slid between her labia, something much larger than a finger, something cold and unyielding. He was lubricating that something, using her own juices to do so. Olivia opened her mouth to protest and only just managed to avoid saying anything. So far her submission had served her well. When the object began to breach her anus, however, Olivia couldn’t help herself. “What are you doing?” she wailed. “Cameron, it’s too big.”

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Cameron answered her with a stinging slap to her buttock, and Olivia gasped. She then moaned when he rubbed the same spot and the heat spread to her pussy. She was beginning to use slang to describe genitalia, just as he did, and it made her feel deliciously depraved. “Relax and push back against it, Olivia. It will burn at first, but you know that pleasure awaits.” Olivia did as he told her, and the burn soon morphed into a fullness and indescribable feeling. It was edgy and hot, and she squirmed against it, seeking something more. Cameron slapped her again, and Olivia froze. He worked the object deeper until she thought it would never stop, and then when it did she longed for more. He was stealing her sanity. She took a breath to beg him, no, demand that he remove it, remove himself, when the ruler came down across both ass cheeks. She knew it was a ruler by the feel and the snap. She took a breath to scream and then choked it back. The thought of people running to the sound of her screams made her reconsider. “You will take twenty, Olivia. You will not make a sound other than to count them out. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Oh God she didn’t want this. But she did. Olivia didn’t know the woman who voiced her agreement. That first blow had hurt. What was she doing? The second impact interrupted her thoughts, and she managed to count. Cameron rained the whacks down on her bottom in slow, steady strokes, varying the placement of each, the cadence alone being predictable. By the count of ten, Olivia wasn’t thinking about the number anymore. She was drifting away and no longer clenching and flinching against the contact from the ruler. When Cameron set it aside she barely noticed, and roused only when he pulled that thing from her ass. She felt empty somehow, and then there was something bigger shoving in back there. God. Cameron was fucking her ass. And then he would have had everything he wanted from her. And leave her. Olivia cried out, and Cameron froze. She felt him move away, and then she was

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plucked from the desktop and gathered into his arms. He held her close and backed onto the chair, where he sat with her while she again cried against the fine fabric of his shirt. “Olivia. Olivia, honey, what’s wrong?” Cameron’s voice pulled her from her tearful exhaustion. God, he wrung everything from her. He seduced her with his dominant passion and made her emotional with his tenderness. And she hadn’t even climaxed! It was too much. She couldn’t keep this up. It had to stop before she went totally insane. She tried to sit up and winced when her sore backside protested. Cameron repositioned her so that her weight rested on her hip yet she could still see his face, just as he could see hers. All the dominant darkness was gone from his features. His face was open and reflected nothing but concern and caring, and Olivia’s heart lurched. She so badly wanted to be loved. Not like Andrew had loved her, although his love had never been in question. Olivia wanted the whole enchilada. She wanted passion and desire and affection and love. And she wanted it with Cameron. It was nuts, but she wanted him to give her a baby. She wanted to be a mother. But he had betrayed her twelve years ago, and despite the fact that he had told her why, had shared his reasons, Olivia didn’t know if she could trust him with her heart. Besides, he had already made his motives clear that night at dinner, despite his retraction. This was an interlude for him, and she needed to remember that. “I can’t do this, Cameron,” she said as clearly and calmly as possible for someone with her hands tied behind her back with her own bra, naked except for panties and slacks now hanging down around her ankles. “I can’t accept that, Olivia,” Cameron said inflexibly, the dominance again showing itself. “You submitted beautifully to me. You knew you deserved correction and you accepted it. You are a natural sexual submissive, and you must be beginning to accept it after our time together. What made you panic when I was about to claim you?”

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Olivia choked. “You were about to claim me? By shoving your cock up my backside?” Cameron laid the back of his hand against her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. He smiled and said, “Yes. In the most intimate way a man can claim a woman.” Olivia wondered at it. Was she wrong? Did Cameron want more than a fling? Did she really? A tap at the door sidetracked her and Cameron cursed. “Mrs. Foster? The staff are all assembled.” Maurice’s irritating voice penetrated the old wooden door. Olivia made herself answer in a professional voice that belied her trembling body. She called out, “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Thank you, Maurice.” “We aren’t done here, Olivia,” Cameron grumbled. “I have to go, Cameron. Please. This is my business.” “I’ll wait here for you then. We need to talk.” Olivia squirmed off his lap to stand and present her bound hands to him. “Untie me. I’ve got to make myself presentable. I own this place, Cameron, and I intend to make a go of it. You aren’t standing in my way.” She felt his fingers loosen the knot and then slide the straps up her arms and over her shoulders. When his big hands pulled the cups up to encase her breasts and fasten the clasp, she shuddered at his touch. Quickly, she bent to pull up her underwear, wincing as the silk rubbed her buttocks, but persevered and buttoned her slacks into place. The gauzy top was none the worse for wear and she yanked it over her head and then went to the small, attached bath to try and fix her hair. The flushed face that stared back at her scared her. It was like someone else lived beneath her skin and had come out to play. She was totally aware of Cameron’s brooding presence but refused to let it get to her, influence her. “Come back here once you’ve finished,” he said.

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“Go and have a drink, order some food, Cameron. I don’t know how long it will be. I promise I’ll join you as soon as possible. But we will just talk, am I clear? You’ve had your retribution, and, well, you had an orgasm, too.” She bit back the fact that she hadn’t. “We’ll talk.” “I’ll hold you to it, honey.” She pushed past him, ignoring his discerning stare, and unlocked and opened the door. She was certain half the place knew what had happened in Maurice’s office, and that the other half was speculating. But she was damned if they would be able to read her. Olivia Foster kept her secrets, and Cameron Fraser would soon learn that. **** The staff meeting had gone well. No one gave any indication that they suspected she had just serviced a man in the manager’s office, and had her bottom spanked to boot. Her anus tingled and her clit ached, and while she was sure her lips looked bruised, Olivia had successfully presented herself as the confident and competent new owner, if the response was anything to go by. People seemed relieved to hear that their jobs would be there for them, although depending upon the renovations, many of them would need to take paid vacation when the clubhouse shut down for the more major repairs. She alluded to higher wages and better benefits once she better understood the business, and talked to them about confidentiality and loyalty. She explained that it was her intention to attract people from outside of Aspen Grove to stay and play, and not simply provide a course for the locals. There had been a few raised eyebrows and the odd mutter about that, but everyone had brightened when she reminded them that bigger demand meant more employment opportunities. Olivia had been slightly overwhelmed by the number of individuals assembled to meet with her. Waitstaff, the two chefs, greenkeepers, three golf pros, several women in housekeeping, two

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maintenance men, and many others she had yet to place. The golf course clearly contributed to Aspen Grove insofar as employment went, and Olivia was determined to continue the tradition and better it. She entered a note on her planner regarding special holiday events, as people filed out of the room. “Mrs. Foster?” Maurice hovered at her elbow. Olivia turned to him. “Yes, Maurice?” “Mr. Fraser is waiting in the dining room. He has ordered you lunch.” “Thank you.” Olivia made every effort to walk away from her manager casually, careful not to show how annoyed she was by her body language. She hadn’t forgotten Cameron was waiting for her. Her whole body had prickled with awareness during the entire damn staff meeting, knowing that he was waiting. To talk. Right. He had ordered her lunch. Might as well pee on her and let everyone know he was marking his territory. She was no one’s territory. She hadn’t given Maurice any explanation for Cameron’s presence. She didn’t want to attach any importance to him. And now they would talk, openly, in the very public dining room of her damn clubhouse. Hers. It was her territory and he wasn’t marking her in it. She had a split second to wonder at her resistance, coupled as it was with her increasing arousal when he rose from his seat to come around and pull out a chair for her. His hands touched her gently as he helped her sit down, and Olivia bit her lip. She needed space, distance, if she was to make her point in this conversation. Cameron’s fingers whispered across the nape of her neck before he resumed his seat. “Your salad should be here momentarily, Livy,” he said. Olivia opened her mouth to insist that she wanted a sandwich, and then realized a salad was exactly what she did want. She said, instead, “I haven’t got too much time, Cameron. I have several things to do this afternoon.”

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“That’s fine, honey. I’ll come back to pick you up in time for dinner.” “No!” Olivia quickly looked around her to see if anyone had heard her nearly shout her dissent. The hostess was staring their way, but her eyes were on Cameron, so maybe she hadn’t yelled as loudly as it had sounded in her ears. “I have things to do this evening as well.” Cameron simply looked at her. Olivia thought about a piece of art she wished she had purchased. Then she thought about replacing the worn carpet in the dining room with something durable yet suitable for the architecture. She was just trying to get her head around the idea of a spa being incorporated into the place when Cameron gave in and spoke. “We need to spend time together, Olivia, in order to explore what we have,” he said in a low voice. “We need to talk.” “So talk,” she said and immediately regretted her flippant answer at the flash of anger that crossed his face. She wasn’t being reasonable. It had been an intense experience with Cameron, and he clearly wanted more, even if she didn’t. For certain she didn’t. Really. She couldn’t just blow him off by being flippant and casual. She closed her eyes and then opened them when his hand covered hers. “All right,” he said. “We’ll start talking here. If you’re comfortable with people overhearing us, I’m good with it. I don’t pretend to be anyone I’m not, Olivia, so perhaps talking in public will encourage you to drop the pretence.” She felt herself flush. The fear and anger literally flooded up from her chest, over her shoulders, up her neck and across her cheeks. How dare he? He had made his choice over twelve years ago. She had made hers based on that choice. And now here he was, the arrogant jerk, surmising that she would just fall at his feet and tell all. Well, she’d already fallen at his feet, and on his cock, but damned if he was going to pry anything else out of her. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of what she had done. She wasn’t. She hadn’t been forced into that life. She had chosen it, and she had done well, flourished even. There

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was no reason to feel ashamed that she had fled and hidden from her desires. Andrew had loved her, and she had lacked for nothing. Except for…but she wasn’t going to think about that. To tell Cameron that his choice twelve years ago had put her on the path that she had taken would give him the ultimate power over her, and it simply wasn’t happening. Olivia welcomed the interruption of her chicken salad being carefully set in front of her. She smiled at the waitress and assured her there was nothing else she required. Cameron’s steak sandwich was deposited with equal care, and then there was nothing left to do but try to eat and spar with him verbally. Olivia Foster excelled in this format. Bring it on. “Why are you resisting this, Olivia? Resisting us?” “I’m not resisting, Cameron. I am simply choosing not to pursue this form of relationship with you.” “Are you trying to tell me that you don’t feel what we have?” Cameron’s voice was calm, but Olivia could hear the dark emotion threading through. She wouldn’t lie to him, but nor would she give anything up. “I felt it, Cameron. I felt it two nights ago, and I felt it this morning. I simply do not have time for it and, by extension, you.” When his face darkened and his posture stiffened, Olivia hastened to flesh out her explanation. She needed to be clear with him and make this final. “I am in the process of entering a new chapter in my life. I have purchased a home and a business in a fairly small city after the death of my husband of nine years. I am neither ready nor do I have time for a relationship, particularly one of this nature. I promised you one night, Cameron. Nothing more. I regret that what transpired afterward has affected our friendship.” “That’s one of the prettiest speeches I’ve heard in a long time, Olivia,” Cameron replied. “It’s also the biggest line I’ve ever had anyone try to feed me. Oh, no, honey. I hear the actual truths you scattered in there, the ones you thought you would distract me with. I

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hear them. The very best of liars use that technique, but I well know how that works. And you are ready for this type of relationship. You are ready to have it with me. You promised me a night, and then you ran. I intend to find out why. I thought at first it was because I had minimized my request, referring to it as an experiment. That was to ease you into things. I realize now that was a mistake. This isn’t a fling, Olivia. This is us. It’s hardly casual if you are honest with yourself. There is so much more for us to have together. Don’t label it as just a friendship. I am willing to be your friend but also so much more. I’m not going away, honey.” Olivia felt a frisson of worry. He wasn’t being reasonable. He wasn’t just going to go away. Not that she really thought he would give up easily, but she was determined. She needed to push harder. “I want you to go away, Cameron. I don’t want you. I don’t want what you want. I won’t betray my husband’s memory so easily. It is a question of honor, and perhaps you can relate to that, what with your lifestyle. You can harass me, bother me, and cost me my reputation with stunts like you pulled this morning. If you do, I’ll sell and move. I won’t like it, but I’ll do it. No matter what you believe, no matter that you now say this isn’t a fling, I am not consenting. So, please enjoy your lunch, on the house, and leave. Don’t contact me again.” It took all of her considerable poise to stand up, fold her napkin, and place it on the table without allowing her eyes to meet Cameron’s, but she did it. She nodded in his direction and walked away. **** Cameron watched Olivia put distance between them in the more literal sense. He made no move to stop her. She was lying to herself, but there was also a sense of desperation in her words, and he didn’t want to make her feel that way. She had submitted to him again that morning until he had attempted anal sex, and he had spent the time waiting in the dining room in one of the most uncomfortable chairs he

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had ever sat in, deep in thought. He had thought she was totally ready, and he had been wrong. He accepted that he, too, had more to learn in this serious relationship. He knew that he could bend Olivia to his sexual will, and that was essential, but he wanted the whole woman, the woman he remembered so well from that summer. Olivia was still that woman, albeit more seasoned and experienced, but there was something about her he didn’t know. Cameron didn’t want to control her outside of their sexual relationship. That wouldn’t make their connection what they both needed. She had given him another hint. This was about her husband, and she was drawing the strength to resist him from that now-deceased man, and was shoring up her resistance further with anger. She was clearly determined not to share with him, and Cameron didn’t want to use passion to make her do so, although he was certain he could. He didn’t know how her husband and her anger were intertwined, but he hadn’t worked security for so many years without making connections and learning a thing or three about background checks. He would discover Olivia’s secrets, and once they were out in the open, she would surrender to him. She would then have no reason not to. Cameron conveniently ignored the urgent reminder his brain immediately put forward. It was something about trust being the foundation of every relationship.

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Chapter Ten Olivia spent a good part of the next week splitting her time between her house and the golf course. And looking over her shoulder for Cameron. She hadn’t seen him at all since lunch that day, but she sensed him. It was stupid to think it. Cameron had taken the hint, as blunt as she had been, and left. Olivia kept trying to convince herself that it was for the best, and succeeded part of the time. She felt like her body was in a dialed-down state of arousal when she did think about him and masturbating each night felt like such a forlorn, empty act. But she knew she had made the right decision. Andrew Foster’s widow could not be involved with someone who did things with women in a sex club. Andrew probably wouldn’t have cared, but she had kept his secret well and wouldn’t risk it now, even if the consequences were minimized since the sale of his galleries. She had come to accept that her anger toward Cameron was rooted in several things. He should have taken her twelve years ago and she wouldn’t be in this position now. She couldn’t let herself believe that he meant for this thing they had begun to continue beyond his total domination of her, whereby he would move on. Besides, she had developed strength and confidence as Andrew’s wife and didn’t want to reconcile surrendering herself to Cameron, no matter how deep the need. It frustrated her beyond belief. She wanted and needed and couldn’t have, so she blamed Cameron. If that made her petty and immature, so be it. When her house was finished and the golf course renovated and running well, she would then take stock of her needs. If she still craved a dominant touch, she would find a club that guaranteed anonymity. In the meantime she would subjugate those

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needs with hard work, and remember how she came to have this wonderful, present opportunity. She had met Andrew Foster when his investment portfolio was assigned to her boss. As Deacon’s executive assistant, Olivia shouldered considerable responsibility for many very large accounts. Andrew’s had been one of the largest. Andrew was a hands-on kind of guy insofar as his money was concerned. He came from a family of blue bloods who expended their energy on being featured in the society papers, travelling to faraway places and spending as much of their fortune as was feasible, and who relied upon bankers and lawyers for their business acumen. Not so Andrew. He wanted to ensure that his money worked hard for him so that he could pursue his much-vaunted interest in art. The Foster galleries were known worldwide for their patronage by the rich and famous. Andrew and Olivia connected like kindred spirits from the distant past. While both inspired loyalty and respect from others, neither encouraged close relationships, so they were very cautious about the unexpected connection until Olivia delivered an updated portfolio to Andrew’s palatial home one evening on her way to her own lessspectacular apartment. She found him drunk and morose and quite frankly near the dark edge of despair. He confided his deepest, most shameful secret. Andrew Foster was gay and in love with his gardener. It was almost funny, the way he bemoaned his fate, and it took some time before Olivia understood what it would mean if Andrew’s secret came out. His family would disown him and besmirch the name of his galleries. Andrew wouldn’t become impoverished, but having his life’s work attacked and possibly ruined would be the beginning of the end and could conceivably create resentment toward the love of his life. Andrew’s sexual orientation wasn’t actually the main issue but rather his choice in life partners. His family would have been able to tolerate a discreet arrangement with someone more like “them.” Such hypocrisy was disgusting. After she had joined Andrew in drowning sorrows, Olivia found

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herself telling him all about the night at the beach house. He then became the consoler, the comforter. He was the only person she confided in. The only person she told about her certainty that she would never want anyone other than Cameron, and how she had walled off her sexuality. Andrew called a week later and invited her to dinner at his home. Olivia accepted, and when she got there, Esteban, Andrew’s lover, was in attendance. He was not at all obsequious but rather related to her with a quiet, calm demeanor. He was almost courtly and incredibly handsome. His chiseled features resembled those of a Spanish conquistador, in Olivia’s opinion. That dinner changed Olivia’s life. Andrew proposed that she marry him. She would then be regarded as his wife and assume all of the duties of one, with the exception of sex. Andrew insisted that her social skills, honed by her early years of living in various countries because of her father’s diplomatic positions, her business degree, her flair for fashion, and her demeanor were perfect for the role. Plus, he liked her, trusted her, and believed her to be a very good friend. In addition, Andrew wanted her to continue to manage his investments. Olivia saw the opportunity to travel, be her own boss, and have experiences she thought she might never have again within her grasp, not to mention feeling she was among friends. Having managed to deny her sexuality thus far, she believed she could easily handle the lack of it. Heaven knew she had never dated since seeing Cameron with Jennifer that night and actually felt no interest in men, or women, for that matter, in a sexual way. She knew that the outside world would view her as Mrs. Andrew Foster, and she would be treated as such and have to deal far less frequently with the advances of other men. Andrew and Esteban would have their love and life together behind her protective shield. Olivia accepted, and while the papers reported their union a month later, the actual marriage ceremony was discreet and very tasteful, the honeymoon taken at home.

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Olivia had literally lived in the lap of luxury. She wanted for nothing, except experiencing the occasional qualm about not having a child to hold and love. Andrew and Esteban included her in their life, although there were times when Esteban could not accompany them on their travels for Andrew’s art interests in order to preserve the secrecy of their arrangement. She travelled, she looked after Andrew’s business interests and his home and was content in her role. His “blue blood” relations accepted her, as Andrew knew they would. She and Esteban grew close, although not in the manner in which she related to Andrew. It was like she and Andrew were twins. They finished one another’s sentences, held similar if not identical positions on all manner of things, and generally were totally comfortable with one another. She loved him like the brother she never had and knew how much he cared about her. Andrew tried to talk with her about Cameron only once after the initial sharing. Olivia withdrew, and he left it alone. Olivia learned about Andrew’s illness by accident, just prior to his decision to share the doctor’s confirmation of his diagnosis with her and Esteban. She had found several bills for a specialist, an internal medicine specialist, and rushed to confront him, worried to death. Andrew called Esteban in, and the three of them talked about the diagnosis—liver cancer. Olivia learned more about that affliction than she ever dreamed she would have needed to and faced the reality. Andrew was doomed. The cancer had progressed too far, was too large, and radiation was not possible for the liver. Even the latest techniques of radiating the tumors from within were too late. Andrew refused the offered chemotherapy that would prolong his life, given the side effects and the paltry amount of extra time it might provide him, and them. Both Esteban and Olivia respected his decision, although Esteban’s faith provided him far more solace. Olivia tortured herself with the what-ifs. What if she had noticed Andrew’s fatigue sooner? What if she had been more observant and seen how tender his belly was from time to time? What if she had called attention to his

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color? In lieu of fighting his illness, Andrew got down to the business of addressing the future. He talked with Esteban privately and at length and advised Olivia that his lover would be moving out directly after he died, although Esteban would be with him until the end. Andrew agreed that Olivia could spell Esteban and that medical personnel could be hired for some of the tasks, although Andrew made it clear he would die at home. Olivia was to ensure that Esteban would want for nothing, find him somewhere to live in a climate of his choosing, away from possible scrutiny, and arrange a trust fund that would be impervious to the family’s interest. Andrew asked Olivia to find buyers for his galleries, whether before his demise or not. He did not want her to carry the burden of them. Finally, he insisted that she find a place of her own to move to and decide what she wanted to do with her life, understanding, long before she considered it, that once he was gone, Olivia’s role would be over and she would be adrift. Olivia certainly had no interest in remaining in close contact with his relations, although their set knew her well and would remain aware of her, if in an offhand kind of way. She would never lack money, and would certainly be able to find a position within the financial world, but Andrew wanted her to take some time to make decisions. She could well afford to. Andrew was so apologetic that he wouldn’t be there for her for the rest of her life as he had envisioned. It touched her deeply, and she acquiesced with everything he wanted. The end was awful and Esteban dwindled before her eyes as his lover sank into a drug-induced coma. He slipped out of her life just as Andrew did. One of the two men in her life moved away, asking that she never contact him again, and the other just went away. Olivia was lost and bereft, having thought that perhaps she and Esteban could have comforted one another for a little while. The amount of work it took to take care of the estate and respect all of Andrew’s wishes as well as cope with the interference from his family and their highpriced lawyers distracted her, and did not leave her time to grieve.

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She had the plans for the Aspen Grove beach house and the golf course to sustain her and somehow managed to get through it all with Esteban and Andrew’s relationship kept secret. It was her secret, too, because it had kept the world from knowing what a hollow individual she was and the coward she had become. “The floor installers will be here tomorrow, Mrs. Foster.” Steve’s booming voice startled her out of her reverie. “The painters will clear out just ahead of them by the time they get upstairs, I figure, and then we’ll get the trim and baseboards on. You’ll be in by Thursday next.” “I’ll hold you to that date, Steve,” Olivia teased. She had come to feel quite comfortable with her contractor. He did good work and didn’t charge exorbitantly as far as she could tell, and he had made every effort to finish close to the estimated completion date. He had also submitted a tender for the clubhouse renovations. “Are you bringing things from the city or getting new stuff?” he inquired. “Because I’ll tee up some of the boys to move it in if you like.” “I have a moving company arranged to bring some furnishings, Steve, and I’ll give them a call as soon as I am certain things will be finished here. I’ll pick up the rest locally. I am part of this community now.” Steve nodded in approval. “Folks weren’t sure how the new golf course owner would work out, but I’ve heard some positive things, Mrs. Foster. I even heard that fancy spa thing would be welcome.” Olivia smiled. “Pampering women is an underdeveloped market in this area, Steve. I’ve done a little research and can’t believe there is no spa here. I won’t put too much pressure on the small aesthetic salons, but if a golfer wants to bring his wife and she doesn’t golf, or even if she does, a facial or pedicure makes a nice treat, not to mention a massage.” “I don’t know about those things,” Steve said, “but my wife tells me it would be nice.” He clapped his hard hat back on his head and lumbered off to supervise the removal of some materials from the

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back room where the kitchen cupboards had been built on site. Olivia stood for a moment in her empty living room and wished she didn’t feel so alone in the house she had envisioned as part of her future. She slung her purse over her shoulder and went out to her car. Her lonely little bed awaited her at the golf course. **** Cameron stood in the lobby, his big, strong frame drawing every eye. Olivia gave her awakening libido a stern talking to and drew her resolve around her like a cloak. Damn him to hell. She was just starting to get it together, and he showed up like the proverbial bad penny. She successfully fought the urge to run back to her car before he saw her and walked toward him. His head turned and the look on his face warmed her to her core. He looked so handsome, so incredibly sexy, and his admiring, heated stare was fixed on her. But in it was additional awareness and some primordial sense awoke in Olivia. She felt ill, light-headed, and suddenly terrified. Her steps faltered, and she stopped, her heart beating erratically when he closed the distance himself. “I’d like to talk with you, Livy,” he said. What was this thing about talking? Why couldn’t he just take her to her room and fuck her and dominate her and go away. She didn’t want to talk. She shouldn’t want to have sex with him. God, this was such a bad idea. She could feel it, like when the music in a horror movie built right up to the edge. She didn’t want to fall over that edge into madness. No. “Is there somewhere private we can talk?” Olivia swallowed and made herself nod. She knew better than to do this out in public. She put on her owner face, turned to her left and listened to her heels tap on the plank floor, although she couldn’t actually feel her body move. She led Cameron to her office. It had been commandeered as a pantry originally, a kind of storage space,

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but with a window, it worked as an office. A desk and chair faced the window, and the visitor’s chair sat catty-corner. She had personalized with a few pictures of Andrew and a desk set, and the staff always made sure she had fresh flowers. It was her little sanctuary, a far cry from her luxurious office in the city, but it worked well. Until now. Olivia wondered if she would set foot in here again after tonight. Cameron tended to leave his imprint on every room he took her in. She could hardly look at Maurice’s desk without shivering. After closing the door, she took the desk chair and gestured Cameron to the other. He pulled it to sit closer and nearly in front of her and reached out to take her hand. Olivia felt the warmth but kept hers passive, yet only with great determination. “I’m just going to say it, Olivia. I know why you are denying our relationship. I know about Andrew Foster.” Olivia pulled her hand back and pushed her chair as far away from Cameron as it would go. It hit the wall and stopped. “You know nothing,” she managed to say. Cameron continued in the same relentless tone. “I know you married a man who didn’t love you, Livy, who couldn’t love a woman. I think you married him as a form of escape, to retreat, and I regret that I may have played a part in it, seeing as you’ve had no other relationships that I could discover. I want to make it up to you, Livy. Please. I want to make amends, make up for all those empty years.” “You know nothing.” Olivia spat the words this time. “You just couldn’t leave it alone. Andrew loved me, Cameron. He loved me in a way you could never hope to love me, care about me.” Cameron interrupted. “I didn’t mean he didn’t care about you, honey. I just meant…” “Shut up. Just shut up. You couldn’t leave it alone. You just had to take it all. Well, fuck you, Cameron Fraser. Fuck you. It was mine to tell. If I wanted to tell. And don’t think that you ever need to make amends to me. For what? Do you honestly think I made my life

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choices because of you? Take that arrogant attitude and go away. I’ll get a restraining order if I need to, and to hell with the consequences. It was mine to tell. Fuck you.” Her voice rose and cracked on the epithet. **** Cameron stood and reached to grasp Olivia’s shoulders. Her eyes were wild and her face was stark white except for the hectic flush of color on her cheekbones. He hardly recognized her. “Livy!” Olivia screamed, a high, keening, penetrating sound, and screamed again before Cameron got a hand over her mouth. She bit him, catching the fleshy part of his thumb, and he hissed but didn’t remove it. Then the door flew open. Déjà vu. Cameron made a snap decision. He pulled Olivia to her feet and handed her over to the wide-eyed staff, the blonde hostess from their dining experience. “Mrs. Foster has just received bad news,” he said. It was obviously true and would serve to give a good reason for her screams and protect her reputation. Cameron knew better than to try and soothe her. He had just crushed any chance he had with this woman, his woman, and he recognized it for what it was. Stupid didn’t describe him. He didn’t know what did, unless maybe selfish. Yes, that was it. Blindly, stupidly selfish. He nodded to the hostess, who held Olivia against her ample chest and forced his legs to carry him from the room, leaving his heart and soul behind. He got behind the wheel of his car and cranked it over. He turned it toward Austin and lay on the accelerator. His bags were in the trunk because he’d picked them up from the bed-and-breakfast earlier, believing in his absolutely selfish arrogance that once Olivia understood that he knew about her marriage and that there was no reason to feel ashamed for hiding behind it, he would be moving in with her. He had assumed they could pursue their life together, unencumbered.

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This was why he had never had a long-term relationship. He had unknowingly waited all this time for Olivia, only to fuck it up again. The car protested as he pushed it harder, the body shimmying at the high speed, the tires whipping the protesting sound back to wash over him. Cameron drifted over to the break-down lane and allowed the speed to drop off to nothing. He stopped and then opened the window to sit in the drift of exhaust and sound of the traffic until his heart quit pounding so hard and his vision cleared. He would move on, not bother Olivia again and possibly make it even worse for her. He really had no choice. He shoved the gearshift into drive and pulled back onto the interstate. Trevor would welcome his return. Business was booming despite the economy, or perhaps because of it. The mundane tasks of life would get all of his attention, and he would ignore the pain he had brought upon himself.

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Chapter Eleven Cameron picked up his drink from the bar and nodded his thanks to the bartender. The server pouted prettily in his direction, and he smiled at her. She had been otherwise occupied with a large party when he arrived, and he didn’t mind getting his own. He vaguely remembered having her for a few nights, and thought she had preferred the spanking bench. He hadn’t been to the Club Pleasure for nearly a year, and had finally agreed to accompany Trevor that evening. There were some new faces, mostly subs, he thought, but lots of old, familiar ones, too. While some bent speculative glances his way, most waved casually and Cameron felt relaxed and welcome. “All work and no play, buddy! For sure you’re a dull boy.” Trevor clapped him on the shoulder and headed toward the soft dungeon. They rarely went to the actual one. It was open on certain occasions only and was pretty hard-core. “Let’s see what’s happening! Maybe there’ll be a sweet lady who needs some stress relief.” Trevor had been his emotional bulwark during the past months. He had accepted Cameron’s brief, terse explanation that he had fucked up with Olivia, forgotten that trust was paramount, and that it was over. Trevor hadn’t questioned him, had simply been present, and kept him busy with work. It still hurt terribly to think about Olivia and what he had lost, but Cameron was at least functioning. He didn’t much care if he got laid, but his dominant side had been asking for release, and he took that as a good sign. He tossed his drink back and followed his friend. As they entered, Cameron’s breath hitched in his chest. A long, lithe female body hung from a hook in the ceiling, directly beneath a

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spotlight. She was naked except for a black domino that covered her face from forehead to upper lip and a pair of red stilettos that barely kept her in contact with the floor. The style of the mask gave her an otherworldly look. Her thick, midnight-black hair was swept up on top of her head so that her entire body was visible. Cameron’s cock leapt from parade rest to full attention and damn near saluted as he drank in the sight. Her small breasts lifted and swelled with each breath and the red nipples stood, pointed and hard, begging to be sucked. Her waxed folds did little to shield the little clit poking out at her apex, and her small heart-shaped ass arched toward the lash being wielded by one of the house Doms. Faint-pink welts marred the dusky ivory of her back, and her ass and thighs sported marks of deeper coral. Her moans indicated that she was in subspace, and Cameron longed to be the Dom to give her release. Jordan would probably grant him that wish, depending upon the agreement with the sub, but Cameron found that he couldn’t ask. Jordan tossed the single tail aside and walked to her, tenderly drifting his fingers down her back and over her ass, sliding them between her thighs. When he removed them, Cameron saw they were wet with her arousal. Jordan walked around and knelt before her and suckled at her sex. The woman climaxed almost immediately, and then again when Jordan pushed his fingers up inside her. Cameron fought a bizarre urge to punch the other man in the face. He realized it was because the sub reminded him of Olivia, except this woman was far too thin. The resemblance was strong, but that’s all that it was. He watched as Jordan carefully released the sub’s binds and then caught her up when she would have fallen. Her hair tumbled down her back in a cascade of silken curls, and he saw her full lips curve as she smiled, then turned her face into Jordan’s shoulder. Cameron’s heart missed a beat. He rushed the pair, reaching for the mask. Jordan pivoted and blocked him. “What the fuck, man?” Jordan asked in amazement. “Stand down!”

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Cameron lost sight of her face, now hidden behind the other Dom’s bulk, and got himself under control. “Olivia!” he called. Jordan bore his sated burden away to the aftercare room, but not before Cameron had seen her stiffen. Fucking hell. It was her. Cameron was pulled back to both the night when Olivia had seen him for what he was and the night twelve long years later when he had found her again in Aspen Grove. But what was she doing here in Austin? What had happened to her? She was stick thin and fragile. “Cam? Hey, buddy, what’s going on?” Trevor’s anxious voice pulled Cameron back to the present. “That was Olivia, Trev. My Olivia. What the hell is she doing here?” “That would be her business, Cameron. Welcome back.” A new voice entered their conversation. Cameron stared at the Club owner. Patrick didn’t frequent the place much anymore. Cameron had heard that Patrick and his sub were expecting their second child and Madi was having some problems. Patrick was a dedicated husband and father, just as he might have become if he hadn’t screwed up so badly. He managed a smile. “Thanks, Patrick.” Cameron didn’t know how much Patrick knew about his situation, but he certainly would be aware of Cameron’s hiatus at the Club. Patrick didn’t trade in rumors though. And he had thrown enough work Cameron’s way to indicate that their friendship endured. “I apologize for my outburst.” Patrick shrugged. “I seem to have an excess of friends who keep forgetting their training of late, Cameron. It makes me wonder if all of you were in a slow learners’ class when communication was emphasized or if the instructors were lacking. Come to my office.” Cameron trudged along behind Patrick. He felt like a schoolboy in trouble with the principal, summoned to stand before his desk, but he was going to do everything by the book from here on in. If he had

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done so a year ago, or even sought this man’s counsel, then he wouldn’t be such a fuck up. “Who did you get to replace Graham?” he asked Patrick once they were ensconced in his nicely appointed office. “Jonathon Spence. He moved here from New York. Well trained from what I’ve seen so far, but hey, Doms seem just as inclined to act like idiots as the other guy where some subs are concerned, so who knows?” Cameron smiled ruefully. Patrick knew something. But that was okay. He was going to tell him everything, anyhow. **** Twenty minutes later, Patrick picked up the house phone and spoke quietly into it. He hung up and looked at Cameron with inscrutable eyes. “She’s still here. She always books a room for the night rather than drive back home. She’s sensible that way. I have a great deal of admiration for that sub.” “How long has she been coming here, Patrick?” “I can’t say anymore, Cameron. I didn’t want you taking off and storming down the highway after her, so I told you she was here and safe, but I won’t breach her confidentiality and trust.” Cameron winced. “Okay, but will you take her a message for me?” “That I can do. But if she doesn’t respond, you will not take any further steps. Are we agreed?” “Agreed.” Cameron fumbled with pen and paper and awkwardly penned the most important missive of his life. Curious, how the words flowed yet were so paltry. Patrick took it and stood. He gestured for Cameron keep sitting and went out the door. Cameron dropped his head into his hands and resigned himself to a long wait. But he would wait for however long it took.

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**** Olivia stared at her reflection in the mirror above the dresser in the member’s room she had rented for the night. Jordan had cared for her with his usual skilled tenderness before taking her to this room, but it was Cameron’s voice that intruded throughout the whole process. She had been coming to the Club for nearly six months now, seeking some kind of fulfillment in her life. She had retreated again after Cameron had blindsided her, ferreted out her secret. She had thrown herself into work, bullying Steve into completing much of the work at the golf course ahead of schedule, including the spa. Hiring and training staff occupied her, as did the decorating of her cold, sterile house. She fell into bed each night too exhausted to think. She had no interest in men and less in sex, but at times she craved the kind of release Cameron had visited upon her. She craved it until she couldn’t concentrate. So she had carefully searched out this Club and commenced with a different double life. The interview process had astounded her. Not the medical piece but rather the intrusiveness that spoke to the psychological aspect of this lifestyle. It comforted her though, reassuring her that nothing would happen that she didn’t want or ask for, and she came to completely understand the power transfer. Master Patrick had been quick to recognize her need for anonymity, and it was he who had suggested the mask. Many subs apparently wore hoods, but Olivia didn’t need that kind of sensory deprivation. She simply didn’t want to be recognized while she had her needs met. She learned about boundaries and how sex and discipline didn’t have to go together. She decided that her hard boundaries would include no actual intercourse and no hardcore D/s, although she initially thought she wanted to be beaten bloody to distract her from her emotional pain. Instead, she accepted that reaching subspace and then release could free her and give her the strength to get through the weeks she spent working

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toward nothing at all. And the future loomed long and empty and bleak. She had toured the Club for several nights before she felt comfortable in asking Master Jordan to discipline her, in one of the private rooms. He had treated her very well, each and every time, and, like Cameron, had known what she needed, at least physically. She would never connect with another man on an emotional level again. What Master Jordan gave her was enough. It had to be enough. Her heart and soul were cinders, burned on the altar of hurt pride and betrayal. Tonight had been her first night in the soft dungeon. Olivia didn’t want real, extreme pain. Not the pain of stripes or even wax. She hadn’t even been certain of the single tail but trusted Master Jordan. Being naked and exposed in front of other people, while masked and anonymous, had at least titillated her and built her arousal long before Master Jordan secured her hands and stretched her up. She knew that her ribs could be counted, that her hipbones poked through her skin. Her rounded thighs and ass had even melted away under the onslaught of long days of working, interrupted sleep and a lack of appetite. But still she had felt beautiful in her own skin. The initial strokes had quickly turned into sensation, and Olivia had let go, trusted him, and the reward had been nearly as powerful as anything she had experienced with Cameron. Her skin had prickled with awareness when Master Jordan had gone down on her, and it had been like Cameron was there. As indeed he had been. Her postorgasmic bliss hadn’t impaired her hearing. She had heard him call out to her, had known his voice, and had telegraphed the ensuing panic that spooked the house Dom. He hadn’t questioned her, had taken even greater care of her, but she knew that things had changed. Once again Cameron had robbed her of something. It had changed her relationship with Master Jordan, who was now giving off vibes that he wanted more from her. More than she could give, and so she was going to have to put an end to their connection or leave the Club. Why

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did Cameron continue to haunt her? A tap on the door drew her away from her soul searching. “Olivia.” Master Patrick’s voice had her fumbling to open the door quickly. Like Cameron, he wasn’t to be questioned or denied. He held a piece of paper out to her and she took it, albeit tentatively. She looked at him, and he shrugged. “May I come in?” She jumped back, flustered, and awkwardly smoothed the robe down. “Of course. Please.” Patrick walked to the opposite wall and turned to lean on it. He folded his arms against his chest and waited. Olivia fingered the note and then unfolded it. There were only a few lines, but it was enough to make her breath shorten and her heart pound. Olivia, I apologize. I was an arrogant, stupid, selfish fool. Please give me another chance. I love you. Cameron She sank down on the bed and covered her face with both hands, crumpling the note as she did so. She tried to cry silently but the sobs increased in volume until they overwhelmed the pounding of her heart. When she couldn’t cry any longer, Patrick’s bulk compressed the mattress beside her, and she accepted the wad of tissues he pressed into her hand. He put his arm around her and stroked her upper arm. “I can’t, Master Patrick. I can’t trust him. It’s such a mess.” Patrick’s deep voice grounded her, helped her focus. “He didn’t give you much reason to trust him from what I understand, Olivia. Cameron hasn’t had a real relationship since I met him, and now I see why. He has always wanted you, my dear. I can only imagine what it meant to him to find you again. Not that it excuses his blind, selfish intent to pursue and possess you with no regard for the process. Although I can empathize somewhat.” Olivia mopped her face and blew her nose as she considered Patrick’s words. They rang true, but she was still angry and hurt. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.

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“I have a proposition for you, Olivia,” Patrick replied. “Hear me out if you would. You don’t have to make a hasty decision. Cameron doesn’t deserve much kindness and can wait. I will confess that I have had my fill of outlaw Doms as it were, Doms who have stepped outside of their role and disrespected their training because they fell ass over face in love with someone. I’m going to offer a remedial class and suggest that Cameron come for a refresher. He will, of course, require a sub…” Olivia felt a drift of hysterical laughter welling up and fought it. More insanity. What had happened to the world of Andrew Foster’s wife? His widow? “I need to think about it.” Patrick nodded. “Take all the time you like, sub. If you decide to participate, then I will expect you to relocate for the duration, perhaps two to three weeks. I don’t imagine that will be a problem, considering your status?” “May I tell you in the morning?” A shadow passed over Patrick’s face. “I won’t be here, Olivia. I’ve been gone long enough from my wife as it is. But tell Master Jordan. I’ll alert him, and if you agree, he will place you in a larger room. You won’t need anything that the Club can’t provide. But Olivia? If you choose not to participate, then you may feel free to continue your exploration of the lifestyle here, in my Club. Master Jordan has a special feeling for you, and I won’t deny you this. Cameron will be denied access.” Olivia was overwhelmed. “I so appreciate this, Master Patrick. I hope your wife will be okay.” It sounded flimsy and hollow, and she couldn’t make herself share the fact that she would have to leave the Club, but it was the best she could do. Patrick nodded to her and made his way to the door. He gave her one final glance and let himself out. Olivia slipped beneath the covers and prepared for a long night of thinking. She fell dead asleep instead. ****

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Cameron looked up when Patrick entered the office. He dared to hope. “Did she read my note? Did she say anything?” “She read it and cried until I thought she would be sick. I find I want to test out my new double tail on you, my friend. You are a total bastard, but then I assume you know that.” “I know it. I guess that’s that then. I won’t push her, Patrick. I’ve learned that much.” Cameron fought to keep his voice even. “Shove it, Cameron.” Patrick’s impatience startled Cameron. “I am offering a remedial class for Doms such as yourself, Cameron. Retraining as it were. Olivia may agree to be a sub for this cause. Don’t!” Patrick raised his hand to stem Cameron’s excited reaction. “Hear me out.” Cameron nodded and kept his mouth shut with effort. “If Olivia agrees, she will live here during this process, as will you. That is, if you agree to retraining. Perhaps you will mend your relationship although I’m not hopeful, you idiot. This will be a timelimited offer. I would be tempted to invite Graham, but he appears to have corrected his behavior. Jamison Landry is another matter.” Patrick could name call all he wanted. He could infer that Cameron was in competition for the village moron if he liked. Cameron had heard some choice gossip about Jamison, and knew it was a fair comparison. Cameron would leap at this second, or was it his third chance. Hell, he would crawl through fire. “How long until I know?” Patrick shrugged. “I’ll call you when I know. Now, I’m going home to Madi. Good night. See yourself out.” Cameron wondered how he would get through the hours until Olivia made her decision. He decided to find Trevor and see if his friend was ready to leave or if he should just wait for him in the bar, where he would drink coffee and keep his phone handy. He dared hope.

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Trevor was in the middle of discussing a contract with the little waitress in the bar. Cameron recognized the body language. While he was hardly one to give advice, considering his own current state of affairs, he knew that Trevor was never going to find his one woman if he kept hooking up with pain sluts and newbies. Trevor needed a mature, experienced sub, yet he avoided those like the plague. If Cameron was lucky enough to retrieve things with Olivia, then maybe he would have a heart-to-heart with his friend. He found a quiet corner and waited for Trevor’s latest to notice him and take his order for coffee.

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Chapter Twelve Master Jordan clearly disapproved of her decision. Olivia felt the wave of emotion roll off him when she asked him to take her to the room that had been set aside for her, but he didn’t say anything directly. She didn’t know if Cameron would be sharing it with her, but she realized that once she had accepted Patrick’s offer, there was no going back, and that all choices had been taken from her. It made her feel incredibly relieved, and free, and she would have felt totally comfortable if it weren’t for Master Jordan’s definite angst. He didn’t verbalize his opinion, however, merely nodded and carried her little overnight bag to the room. Olivia was impressed by its opulence. A king-size bed dominated the large room, the thick, four posters looming, reaching to the high ceilings, the intricate head- and footboards grounding it on the plush area rug. A heavy, embroidered comforter in deep shades of red and black covered it, matching the two sets of window coverings. Darkcrimson walls added to the feeling of the bordello, and glittering chandeliers and sconces provided the lighting, reflected by the countless mirrors. One could almost overlook the manacles on one wall, the hooks in the cove ceiling and the rings fastened into the bedposts at varying heights. She was certain the wardrobe held more than clothing and decided to check it out as soon as she was alone. Master Jordan pushed open the door to the adjoining bathroom and she saw a huge shower stall, a separate claw-foot tub, a large marble sink set atop of a vanity, a bidet, and toilet. There was a hook in the ceiling above the shower, evident through the sparkling glass

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doors. Olivia felt the wetness between her thighs and avoided looking at the house Dom. She watched as he rummaged through her case, removing only her brush and lip gloss. He placed those items on the sink. “You’ll find everything else you need under the sink, sub. Give me your clothes.” Olivia bit her lip but quickly stripped, handing over her garments. Master Jordan folded them and tucked them into her suitcase. He nodded to her and walked to the door. “You’ll get your possessions back at the end of the training, or before, if you use your safe word or if Master Cameron fu…fails to complete it.” “Master Jordan?” Olivia spoke diffidently. “Thank you for everything.” His face softened for a moment. “It has been my pleasure, Olivia. If things don’t, well if they don’t work out as you hoped, I will be pleased to continue with you.” Olivia knew she should say something, explain, but had no words. She didn’t know if she was doing the right thing. But she had woken this morning to discover that her subconscious had made the decision in the night. There had really been no choice. She was incomplete without Cameron, although he definitely needed to clean up his act. She was far better versed in this lifestyle than she had been nine months ago, and he had overstepped. If he let her down again, she would kill him. Messily. She smiled at Master Jordan and bowed her head. The door shut nearly soundlessly behind him. The wardrobe held a variety of implements, some she recognized, others she didn’t. They all intrigued her. She was curious as to how this training would unfold but not anxious or afraid. Cameron wouldn’t hurt her physically, not really, and she had to trust that he would take care of her heart, too, make amends. She settled on the bed to wait.

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A tap on the door brought her to her feet. It opened slowly and Patrick maneuvered a tray inside, pushing the door shut with a backward shove of his foot. Olivia hastened to take the tray and put in on the dresser. She could smell coffee and toast. This powerful Dom had brought her breakfast. Her stomach rumbled and she felt actual hunger for the first time in months. “Fill your plate and eat, sub, while I outline what will take place over the next while.” Olivia chose a piece of toast and some fruit, then poured a cup of coffee, adding a generous dollop of cream. She then poured Patrick some and took it to him where he now lounged in the strangely shaped chair near the bed. He accepted it and flicked his gaze over her body before motioning her back to her meal. She perched on the bed and crunched her way through the toast, sipping her coffee in between bites. “Cameron is concerned about your health, Olivia,” Patrick informed her. “He is not pleased by your weight loss.” Olivia said nothing. She knew that Patrick understood why she hadn’t been able to eat. The medical she had undergone prior to being accepted here had almost precluded her membership because of how underweight she was. “You will follow all directions regarding food intake and anything else I or Master Cameron or any other Dom here dictate, for the sake of your health, sub. Clear?” Olivia nodded and then quickly verbalized her agreement. Doms didn’t tolerate nonverbal communication unless a sub’s mouth was full. “Fine. Now, I have given this some thought. I won’t be present very often because of my commitments at home, but Master Jonathon will preside. You haven’t met him, but I have decided to use his services rather than Master Jordan. I think you know why.” Patrick continued without waiting for her response. “Be ready in an hour. He

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will come to escort you to Cameron. Are you willing to turn yourself over without question?” Olivia took a breath. “I am, Master Patrick. I do want to be sure that Cameron is aware of my hard boundaries.” Patrick shook his head. “No, Olivia. That will be negotiated through the training. I believe that is the only way to build trust in this situation. Cameron will have to find his way with you, pay very close attention to what you need, not what he wants. Do you understand?” “Am I to have a safe word?” “Of course. Cameron might fuck up again.” On that cheery note, Patrick stood. “Leave the tray. And, Olivia? I hope you get what you want, as well as what you need. I’ll be apprised of progress, and will see you at a later date.” **** Cameron paced Patrick’s office. Six steps one way, five and a half the other. When the door opened, he pulled himself together and hoped he presented a calm, controlled Dom demeanor. Patrick strode in and gave him a cursory glance. “Well it seems as though you’ve been given a reprieve, Cameron,” Patrick said. “You will start your training in one of the private rooms. Jonathon will be the instructor.” Cameron was relieved. He hadn’t missed the way Jordan had handled Olivia. Jordan wasn’t going to be pleased with the way things were going. The last thing he needed was to wage a battle on two fronts, because he didn’t kid himself. He knew that Olivia was going to fight him to the end, at least insofar as surrendering her heart to him went, but he was going to win that war. Or die trying. He nodded. “You begin in an hour. You’ll work with your sub until she requires rest and then use your room to care for her.”

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“We’ll be living together?” Cameron was ecstatic, if surprised. He had somehow wondered if Olivia would resist that much intimacy to begin with. “Your sub will have no say, no input whatsoever in this process, Cameron.” Patrick’s somber reply made Cameron’s instincts hit high alert. “And she agreed to that? No hard boundaries?” Cameron felt amazed. Patrick sighed. “Man up, Cameron. Are you truly that whipped? Not that you have anyone to blame but yourself. It’s Dom 101. Connect with your sub. Determine what she needs, not what she thinks she wants. Provide it. That’s how you meet your own needs. Good God.” And with that loaded statement, Cameron dropped the mental baggage he had been carrying and literally felt his dominant mantle settle over his shoulders. What Olivia needs, not what I think she does for my own sake. He could do this. He had to. “Is there a time limit on this training, Patrick?” he asked. The other man laughed. “Only if she uses her safe word, Cameron. Best you work that out with her first. Good luck.” Patrick’s voice no longer held a hint of mirth. “Few of us really find their One.” Cameron offered his hand and shook Patrick’s vigorously. He hadn’t slept, had drunk far too much caffeine, was heading into the challenge of his lifetime, and never felt better. He strode toward the designated room and his future. “Jonathon Spence.” The huge black man sorting sex toys offered his name over his shoulder as Cameron stepped inside the private room. “Cameron Fraser. What’s the plan?” “Same as if you were new to the lifestyle and beginning your training, although I’d expect you to know the drill and move it along. I understand your sub isn’t inexperienced either. It’s the relationship that sucks, am I right? Needs some work?”

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Cameron nodded. “I fucked up. I betrayed her trust. I didn’t wait for her to tell me because I was in too much of a hurry to get to the prize. I saw her personal stuff as a wall, a distraction between us, and tore it down. And in doing that I pushed her away. My fault. None of it hers.” “Okay. Then it’s about communicating, pushing her boundaries, reading her, and meeting her needs.” “Precisely. But this sub isn’t going to make it easy.” “If she’s worth it, none of it should be easy.” Spence stated a fact. “You probably don’t want a doormat. You don’t look like the 24-7 Dom.” “I’m not. She’ll submit to me physically I think…” “Ah, but her heart and soul might be a different matter.” “I think we’ll work well together, Spence,” Cameron said. In a flash, the camaraderie vanished from the other Dom’s face and tone. “Fuck you, Master Cameron. I heard about the shit you caused that sub. I’m not on your side. You’ll work for her, I promise you. And you’d better know that Jordan will kick your ass if you screw this up.” “I didn’t mean to come off as arrogant, Spence,” Cameron offered, pushing his defensiveness away. “I simply want you to know that I’m aware I will need your input and support. I’m shit scared.” “I don’t have a problem with arrogant, Fraser. Not if it’s done in her best interests. And I think I hear you. Get ready. I’m supposed to pick her up in a few minutes, and this isn’t a time to delay and build anticipation. She’s waited long enough for you.” Cameron watched Spence’s enormous frame pass through the doorway with maybe an inch to spare, and that was with him turned nearly sideways. Shit. The pressure was on, and he wondered if Jordan was monitoring this room, too. He set all his schoolboy thoughts aside and went to choose his tools. He had just selected a few when peripheral movement caught his eye. Olivia stood just inside the room, naked and visibly shaking.

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Spence’s bulk was an inadvertent backdrop to her overly thin frame and it made his heart ache. This was his fault and his guilt overwhelmed him. Cameron got hold of himself and put on his Dom face. “Come to me.” His heart leapt when she pattered forward and knelt, without being instructed, at his feet. He reverently laid his hand on her silky curls, marveling at his luck. He never thought to have the opportunity to touch her again. She stilled beneath his hand and the shaking dissipated, as if she absorbed his strength and calm, however forced. Cameron wanted to pull her up into his arms and carry her out of this place. Carry her to his apartment, take her inside and lock the world out, then love her with everything he had. Instead, he reached for the leather cuffs, hearing Spence close the door and take a position by the wall. Cameron placed a cuff on each of Olivia’s wrists and then pulled her up to stand in front of him. He wrapped one hand in her glorious hair and tilted her head back so that he could look into her topaz eyes. She stared back at him and there was no submission to be found in those windows to her soul. Cameron managed not to kiss her and ensured that there wasn’t a trace of negative emotion in his own eyes. He wanted her to know that she was beautiful and special, no matter what had gone before. “What is your safe word?” he asked, following protocol. “Red light.” “If you use your safe word, I will immediately stop whatever I am doing, and we will communicate. If you are gagged or your mouth is full, you are to raise your right hand and I will stop. If your hands are bound, you will drop the ball I will provide you, and I will stop. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “I am going to explore your body, get to know your responses, now, sub. You have not been allowed to set hard boundaries and I am well aware of this. Do you still want to proceed?”

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“I do.” Olivia’s composure seemed unbreakable. Cameron wondered bitterly if Jordan had been so efficient that she could predict and welcome this, be so comfortable. He longed for their first night together, back when it was all new to her, yet she had responded as though she had known it, and him, forever. He reminded himself that it was his burden to carry and locked the bitterness away. He led Olivia to the leather-covered table, until her belly bumped the edge, and waited for her to willingly bend over and lay her chest on it. Every vertebra in her spine was delineated, and he longed to cover them with his own flesh. She had been starving herself, just as she had been starved of his love and dominance. His fault. He stroked his hand over her back with a firm, gentle touch, and she relaxed. He moved to her ass, noting that it still retained its heart shape and he reverently parted her buttocks to expose her anus. Olivia remained acquiescent, and Cameron again realized that Jordan had worked hard with her. But this training was for him. It was his penitence. He grabbed the lube and drizzled it down her cleft, then lubricated the fingers on his right hand. He carefully inserted one and then another, pushing in past the outer ring of muscle, stretching her to receive the butt plug he had selected. Olivia pushed back against his invasion, and he heard her moan. She followed the retreat of his fingers and he rejoiced at how she now welcomed anal play. The plug slipped in easily. Cameron wondered if Jordan had fucked her there and chastised himself. It didn’t matter. He would take whatever he could get. He wanted it all, but would only take what Olivia could give. It would be enough. After washing his hands, Cameron helped her up and then lifted her to lie back on the table, positioning her so that he could stand at the end and easily access her cunt, watching her body language carefully, reading her cues. He could scent her building arousal, but shot a glance at Spence to make certain that the other Dom approved. He got a nod in return.

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“Place your feet flat on the table and drop your knees apart,” he commanded her, and she immediately complied, drawing her long, pale legs up, exposing her to his gaze. Cameron knew he should still be rejoicing, for she was responding as she had done that first night with him. But he suddenly felt pressured, ambivalent, judged, and it was hard to be spontaneous. He didn’t want to act by rote with Olivia. He closed his eyes for a moment and took stock. He suddenly knew what was wrong. He wasn’t communicating with her on their level. He was performing for Spence, and by extension, for Patrick. This was insane. He didn’t need to perform. He needed to dominate Olivia and bring his woman pleasure, give her what she needed. To hell with Spence and everyone else. He opened Olivia’s folds carefully with his finger tips and lost himself in her softness and smell. He remembered every crevice, every dip and valley of her with his tongue and his lips until she spasmed beneath him, calling out his name, begging him. “She came without permission, Master Cameron. Was that your intent?” Spence’s deep baritone intruded. It hadn’t been, but Cameron wouldn’t punish Olivia for his lack of control. God damn it. He didn’t know if he could do this. He bit at the inside of his cheek to manage himself. “It was,” he growled. “Olivia was disciplined last night by Master Jordan. She doesn’t need another scene today. She needs more rest and a meal. We’ll join you tomorrow.” Cameron thought he saw a faint smile cross Spence’s face but couldn’t be certain. He reached for one of the generic silk robes that hung at the back of the wardrobe, choosing one in an ivory shade, knowing how it would showcase Olivia’s dark coloring. Spence didn’t move to deter him. Cameron helped her into the garment once he had aided her descent from the table, gently wrapping the fabric around her. She came along willingly when he grasped her arm and he walked with purpose from the room, until he realized he had no idea where they were staying.

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“It’s this way, Sir.” Olivia gestured to her right, and Cameron let her lead him to the fourth door. Patrick had given them the Paradise Room, and Cameron hoped the label would hold true. He shut and locked the door behind them and pulled Olivia into his arms, bending to slant his mouth over hers. She opened to him and he drowned in the kiss. It was like being offered a warm cup of chocolate after being locked out in the cold. When they came up for air, she stepped back a little, and he released her. They stood, staring at one another, and Cameron frantically searched for words, words that would extend this third chance, for he would never get another. **** Olivia found it hard to believe that she stood not two feet away from Cameron in the most sensuous room she had ever stayed in. She had been both nervous and exhilarated when the new house Dom had arrived to escort her. She had immediately seen his kind, compassionate nature behind his huge size, and knew she would be safe, regardless of her nudity and powerlessness. She felt like a bride as she preceded him down the hall to where Cameron waited. She had only a moment to reflect on how Cameron must feel, being taught by someone with such presence, when they had arrived at the training room and she laid eyes on him. He looked so male, so commanding and dangerous in his leathers, his hair now long and tied back in a ponytail from his face that her entire body had begun to shake like a leaf in anticipation and hope. When he turned to face her, Olivia had totally forgotten about Master Jonathon and longed to throw herself into Cameron’s arms and beg him to forgive her for her overreaction, driven by hurt pride. Surely nothing else mattered now when she hadn’t even been really living since she had pushed him away the night he had confronted her with her secrets. Except he had given her reason not to trust him, had moved too quickly, not respected her boundaries. He had said that he had done it in her best interest, but

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Olivia knew he had done it because he couldn’t wait for her to come to share on her own. He had been impatient. Impetuous, Patrick had called it, as if Patrick had understood. But that hadn’t made for an auspicious start. No, Patrick’s plan was best. A fresh start, a new beginning. She needed to let go of the pain of betrayal and learn to trust if she could. It hadn’t felt awkward, exactly, not the positioning of her body, or the placement of the plug, which, incidentally, still reposed in her ass. But it had felt rehearsed, something Cameron and Master Jordan and probably Master Jonathon and every other Dom did with a new sub. Maybe in a different order, a variation, and maybe with discipline if they weren’t obeyed immediately, but rehearsed. Olivia didn’t want to feel like every other sub Cameron trained. She wanted spontaneity. She needed Cameron’s natural dominance as it applied to her and to their relationship. When he had licked her to orgasm, taking such a short time to do so, it had been because of his recognition of her need and to succor her grief and loss. It had felt so right, and when Master Jonathon had accused her of stealing an orgasm, Cameron responded accordingly. And now here they were and someone needed to say something, and soon. “I’m hungry,” she said. Cameron leapt into action. He picked up the house phone and ordered her a salad with chicken, garlic toast, and a pot of tea with honey. It was just what she wanted. Almost as an afterthought, he asked for a ham sandwich and several bottles of water. “Come into the bathroom while we wait for the food,” he said. “I’ll remove the plug and move you up to a larger size.” Okay then. She had become quite comfortable with anal play and loved how it enhanced her orgasms but was still a bit anxious about the whole anal-sex thing. And Cameron regarded it as claiming. Not so fast. “Now.”

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She had hesitated, and Cameron looked like a thundercloud. God, she had just come, and already her juices were flowing again at his dominant tone. Olivia moved quickly into the bathroom and let him bend her over the counter by the sink. He opened the vanity doors and pulled out a box of wipes, then carefully removed the plug and cleaned her. She heard the plug thump into the basin and the water run. “Lie on the bed, facedown, with a pillow under your hips, Olivia,” he said. “And lose the robe.” Well, that said it all, she thought. It was totally Sir Cameron and sub Olivia. But he wasn’t fucking her ass until they had cleared the air verbally. He wasn’t her Master yet. He’d respect her safe word or Master Jonathon would sit on him. Olivia marveled at how the burden of over a decade of pretence had lifted from her shoulders. She rejoiced that she could laugh inside, poke fun at Cameron, albeit without him yet knowing, and be so fanciful. Master Jordan had whipped much of the stress of the week out of her last night, but the orgasm at Cameron’s mouth had been the real icing on the cake. She hurried to do as he ordered. The bed dipped as Cameron leaned his weight beside her and stroked her buttocks. She felt the familiar drip of the lubricant and the careful press of his fingers at her puckered opening. She pushed back and relaxed, letting him in, and the stretching woke all those nerve endings inside. “So hot, so tight, Olivia,” he crooned. “This is my ass.” She felt him pull out and immediately press something much thicker and wider in to replace his fingers. She breathed through the burn and remained still. The plug was the biggest she had ever taken, but Cameron was gentle and patient, and it was soon seated deep within her. She felt full and edgy and could feel the sexual tension coming off Cameron’s large body. His leathers creaked as he leaned and pressed a kiss on her lower back and then drifted his mouth over

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her buttocks and the tops of her thighs. She shivered at his touch and he chuckled against her. “So responsive, honey, you feel like silk.” The knock on the door pulled him away from her, and Olivia wondered if she should move or cover up and then just trusted Cameron to take care of her. She heard him talking with someone at the door and the sound of something being placed on the dresser. She could smell the food and realized Cameron was setting things out for their lunch. He scooped her up and sat with her on his lap in the room’s only chair, holding her close and breathing against her hair until she wondered if he had forgotten that she was hungry. She felt him stretch and then there was a forkful of salad at her lips. It felt so caring and intimate to have him feed her. She snuggled against him and let him meet her needs. He made sure the tea wasn’t too hot before he added a touch of honey and raised the cup to her lips. Olivia sipped and swallowed, the beverage sliding down her throat, soothing her, much the same way that Cameron’s hands had touched her earlier. She sighed. Cameron carried her to the bed and managed to pull the comforter back with one hand while she clung to him, pressing her lips against his shoulder, drinking in his scent. It washed over her senses as he lowered and slipped her body between the fine cotton sheets. Olivia stretched luxuriously, not minding the fullness of the plug as it jostled within her. This time the ensuing silence was comfortable as she watched Cameron devour his sandwich and toss their leftovers onto the tray. He sent heated glances her way and words weren’t necessary. He cared about her, wanted to be with her, and they were going to take the time to work things out. Olivia knew there would be instances in the next few days that would not be so comfortable for either of them, and that their future would be decided. She wasn’t worried, although Cameron might find reason to be. ****

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Cameron pulled off his shirt and hung it in the wardrobe, his eyes lighting on the perfect dildo for his woman. But that would come later. He needed to take care of her right now, ensure that she knew he wouldn’t compound his past mistakes. Olivia hadn’t said much of anything. She hadn’t needed to. She was possessed of that feminine wisdom that always impressed Cameron when he saw it come to fruition in some of the subs his friends had claimed. His cock, still tumescent from his earlier play with Olivia, stirred at the thought of claiming her, fucking her ass, and having her submit to him in the most symbolic way. Olivia had learned to better communicate in sexual play because of Jordan, and Cameron regretted that he hadn’t continued as her teacher, but their unspoken connection now was something deep, something stable, something to build on. He looked forward to the next few days and nights. They wouldn’t need much time to establish their D/s relationship, and he intended to work on a fairly vanilla one in their downtime. He pushed off his leathers and draped them over the baby-making chair. Olivia probably didn’t know what that piece of furniture actually was used for, but Cameron would be pleased to introduce her to it in the near future. He climbed into the bed beside her and drew her close, holding her slight form tenderly. “Sleep, Livy,” he told her. “We have a lot to share, but you need to rest.” She obediently closed her eyes, and within moments, he felt her become slack and boneless as sleep claimed her. He kissed the top of her head and filed the moment away, deep in his brain. She was his.

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Chapter Thirteen Olivia slept the day away, and Cameron fancied that the dark circles under her eyes and her overly prominent cheekbones weren’t as obvious as they had been earlier. He woke her just before the dinner hour, and bathed her in the tub after removing the plug. “Cameron?” He carefully rinsed the leg he had just lathered and reached for the other. “What is it, honey?” “This is such a surreal experience. I feel so safe and protected with you, here at the Club. But I’m uncertain.” “I want you to always feel safe and protected, Olivia. Always. You are my life, and your care is paramount. I’ll ask a lot of you, honey, but nothing that you won’t be able to give.” He caught a flicker in her eyes and hurried to reassure her. “I want to earn your trust, Olivia. I understand your uncertainty.” He lifted her dripping form from the tub and wrapped her in a warmed bath sheet. “Use the toilet and come sit with me when you’re done,” he told her. “We are joining Masters Jonathon and Jordan for dinner, but we have a few minutes to talk before we need to go. Bring your hairbrush.” Cameron settled himself on the chair and tucked the restraints out of sight. As much as he wanted to see his woman secured and open for him, displayed on its convenient design, he wanted to talk with her more. When she came out of the bathroom to join him, still wrapped in the towel, hairbrush in hand, he gestured her to sit between his spread knees. He took the brush and began to work it through her hair. Olivia tilted her head back and sighed her appreciation.

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“I need to tell you that you have taught me something about myself, Livy,” he confided. “Love is indeed blind, if not shortsighted, and I put my needs ahead of yours when I investigated your husband.” He felt Olivia stiffen beneath his rhythmic strokes. “I now understand that you might have come to tell me in time, if I hadn’t pushed you so hard. I scared you, honey, and implied that you felt shame. I know that now. I went too fast, trying to catch up, make up, for all those fucking wasted years. I fumbled this from the get-go and expected you to fall in line. I didn’t consider what you needed. But I’m done apologizing for that huge mistake, Olivia, and I plan to show you over the next few days what life with me will really be like.” Olivia said nothing for such a long time that Cameron began to despair. If she couldn’t accept his apology and let him in to make amends, have her share, and move on, he didn’t know what else to do. Dominating her wouldn’t work if she didn’t trust him not to screw with her heart again. He kept brushing her hair, all out of options. Finally, she squirmed around to face him, her lovely face calm and composed. “I haven’t been alive, not really, since I made you go away, Cameron. I worked and worked, and tried to sleep when I wasn’t working. I couldn’t make myself eat.” She gestured at her body. “I know I look like a bag of bones and thank you for making me feel beautiful. But things went too fast. I was overwhelmed and you didn’t give me time to process.” She slipped off the chair, barely managing to keep the towel wrapped around her, and paced in front of him. She suddenly looked like an avenging Fury, her newly brushed curls a cloud about her face, cheekbones flushed and those amazing eyes flashing gold daggers at him. Cameron wrestled with his surging libido. Until her next words doused it. “I kept thinking you just wanted to dominate me, take everything, and move on. I should know that isn’t true! But that night you used Jennifer to push me away still resonates. I felt betrayed, and I still

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have a flicker of hate for you for that, no matter how things have changed. And then you intimated that I wasted those years married to Andrew! Your arrogance still slays me. You assumed I was ashamed and that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Well, it isn’t always about you, Cameron. I was making the best of my life, making the best life out of what I had. Because you had decided for me, took my choice, not to be included in yours! And don’t let that swell your head, Sir, because I still hate you for that, too. Love and hate are damned close, Cameron, and it’s easy enough to cross the line between the two! I was a wonderful friend to Andrew, as he was to me. Never, ever, cross that line with me again.” Cameron forced himself to his feet. He crossed to Olivia’s passionate form and got into her space. “I understand, sub. I’ve had my say, you’ve had yours, and now we will proceed with our training. You may wear your robe to the dining room, but you will eat naked, and at my feet.” For the first time he saw a hint of defiance in Olivia’s face. He stripped the towel from her and nearly dragged her to the door. “I don’t allow insubordination. You won’t need your robe.” Olivia ducked her head and followed him mutely down the hallway, although he suspected that she would have made a bolt for their room if he hadn’t locked the door. The long walk to dinner would push her modesty to the limit. Cameron was going to push all of her boundaries from here on in while taking good care of her until she moved past her rage. Then she would submit. He would not fail. By the time they reached the intimate dining room, Olivia’s steps were faltering. They had passed several members in the halls, on their way to their own sexual pursuits, as well as a few Club staff. Cameron halted and took her by the shoulders. He kissed her passionately, and her initial stiffness melted away as she responded. He felt her confidence return under his clear approval, and while she kept her gaze on the floor, the uncomfortable, shy woman disappeared. He drew her inside, and she followed him easily. Both Jordan and

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Jonathon came to their feet, and Cameron recognized their respect for what it was. He took the empty chair, and Olivia knelt by his feet. Cameron believed they had made progress but wasn’t planning to let his guard down any time soon. He and the other two Doms made small talk while their meal was served, and Olivia kept silent, in her place. Cameron fed her from his plate, carefully cutting only the choicest cuts from his steak and choosing the vegetables he knew her to prefer. He gave her water to drink, pressing his lips to the same place on the goblet that hers touched. He had originally thought training wouldn’t resume until the following day, but Olivia’s diatribe had changed his mind. She had opened up to him, told him, and it was now up to him to help her express and release it. He told Spence that he would want to move to the soft dungeon that evening unless it was otherwise occupied. Olivia tensed against his leg but said nothing. She had done well, excelled, under Jordan’s lash the night before. Cameron would need to decide if he would allow her the mask. “The soft dungeon’s available later, man, if you’re sure.” Spence wasn’t taking the lead he was entitled to as instructor. Cameron realized the rules had changed when the other man had seen him with Livy that morning. Spence was just making a small query as to caution him. Cameron simply nodded at him. Jordan was giving him death looks, but Cameron ignored him. Jordan could find another sub. Olivia was his. “I’ll take Olivia back and prepare her,” he said. “What time?” “Ten, give or take. Got a switch tonight, and can’t predict those.” Jordan snorted and threw his napkin on the table. “I’ve got a full schedule. Later.” Cameron watched Jordan pass closer to Olivia than necessary, but relaxed when she didn’t acknowledge his presence, as was fitting. He stood and helped her stand, waiting patiently until he was certain she could walk without discomfort. He nodded to Spence again. He would have just over an hour to prepare her.

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The walk back to their room was made in complete silence, although Olivia was less the shrinking violet. Cameron opened the lock and motioned her inside. “Wait for me in the bathroom,” he said, not looking to see if she did as he asked, crossing instead to the wardrobe. The room suddenly felt empty, and he knew she obeyed. He chose a large plug, and the dildo he had seen earlier. The latter he put in his bag alongside the single tail and his leather-covered paddle. He couldn’t find the clamps that he preferred, but the silver clovers with the heavier chain would suffice, and the tinkling silver bells chimed as he tucked them in with the dildo. He tossed the plug, still in its sterile wrapper, on the pillow and found a new tube of lubricant. Then he followed Olivia into the bathroom. He opened the vanity and pulled out an anal douche. He handed it to her, and she reached for it, hesitating only so slightly. “Cleanse yourself. When you are ready, join me in the shower.” **** Olivia clutched the little box in her hand and stared at Cameron’s back. He stripped off his shirt and dropped it in the hamper and then pushed his leathers down, stepping out and draping them over the hook on the door. She ate up the sight of his muscled back and beautiful ass as he opened the glass door and entered the shower. The water streamed and steamed, and his body became shrouded by steam, but not before she saw his hard, straining cock. She broke the seal and threw the packaging into the trash. She wasn’t thrilled, but she would do it, quickly, using the privacy Cameron had afforded her. When she joined him under the myriad of water jets, he had washed and was ready to tend to her. Cameron washed every tiny inch of her body after shampooing and conditioning her hair. He didn’t spend enough time on any particular part to push her over, but Olivia felt her body begin to hum

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with arousal, a deep, warm, tingling sensation that she knew would continue to build until she would absolutely crave release. His touch moved her more than even Jordan’s, and Jordan had come to know her responses intimately over their six months together, if only on a once-a-week basis. The erotic scrape of the razor over her legs, underarms and finally, between her legs, nearly made her dance in place. She dropped to her knees and pressed her lips against his cock. “I didn’t give you permission, sub.” Cameron’s voice was tight, gritty with suppressed desire. She looked up at him and begged. “Please, Sir.” Cameron fisted her hair and shoved hard against her mouth. She sucked him inside and tried to keep up with his thrusts. There was little care for her comfort in his actions and she enjoyed the dichotomy. She had felt pampered, like a princess, and now she was servicing her Master like a serving wench. It gave her such power. She would have sucked him dry, but he forced his thumbs into the corners of her mouth to make her open, and he pulled out. He jacked himself off on her face and breasts and then held her under the spray to rinse her. It was intense and erotic, and she ached between her legs, at her most secret place, but she knew better than to seek release. When Cameron toweled her off, his clever ministrations made her whimper. She found it harder to take a full breath. He towel dried her hair and brushed the curls to drift over her shoulders and down her back and pressed a lip gloss into her hand. He turned away when she applied it and she saw him surreptitiously pass his hand over another burgeoning erection. She could only guess at his control. “Come here, Olivia.” Cameron’s voice emanated from the bedroom and didn’t give a hint of what his body had portrayed. She folded her lips together in the manner of women all over the world after she applied the gloss and went to him. He poured some sort of liquid into his hands and began to work it into her skin, starting at her neck and shoulders. He oiled her with careful attention to detail, lifting her breasts, anointing her nipples, rubbing it into the crease

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where her thighs met her buttocks and labial folds as she stood before him. He applied more to her folds, sliding his fingers to her opening, but without pushing inside. Olivia arched into his touch despite herself, and he growled at her under his breath. “You are not to seek your release, Olivia. Stealing an orgasm this time will result in punishment.” She bit her lip and thought of unpleasant things like lightning strikes on the greens and food poisoning in the restaurant and managed her arousal. Cameron grunted in approval and turned his attention to her thighs, knees, and calves. By the time he got to her ankles and feet, Olivia was a big mass of sensation, and wanted to climb out of her skin. “Bend over and hold your ankles.” Olivia complied and Cameron drifted his fingertips over her buttocks before he eased them apart and applied lubricant to her anus, taking his time to ensure her comfort before pushing one, then two fingers inside, stretching and lubricating her channel. She felt herself beginning to pant, and he immediately withdrew his digits. The plug that replaced them took her breath. It felt huge and had some sort of textured surface that rasped against her tissues. “Breathe and push out, honey. Breathe.” The object was finally seated, and Olivia struggled to adjust to the fullness. Cameron helped her to stand and pressed his lips to her forehead. His warmth soothed and calmed her and the plug didn’t seem quite as large. She relaxed and realized Cameron had pulled his leathers back on and shrugged into a clean shirt. He looked brooding and totally sexy, and when he pulled his still-damp hair back into a queue, Olivia’s pussy clenched quite involuntarily. The evening stretching before them was filled with possibilities, and she planned to embrace them all. But she wanted Cameron to let her wear her mask. “Tell me what you need, sub.” Cameron plucked the thought from her head. She dared ask. “My mask.”

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Cameron’s gaze shifted from hers, and she couldn’t read him. She felt a hint of anxiety. He nodded and walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a red domino similar to the one she had worn in the soft dungeon, just as a thump on the door signaled Master Jonathon’s arrival. It was time, and she slipped the mask on. Cameron tied it off behind her head and dropped a kiss on her shoulder, then picked up a leather bag. She followed him, the mask giving her the extra sense of security she had lacked and needed, and she walked behind Cameron with pride and hope.

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Chapter Fourteen The room held several Club members, and Cameron knew them all. He struggled with a strong sense of ambivalence. He would be doing a scene with Olivia, dominating her and having her submit, just as he had fantasized, in front of his friends and acquaintances. Except they might well witness his failure instead. And she was hiding from them, from him, from herself. He hadn’t been able to deny her the mask, although it felt wrong to him. Yet she had obviously needed it, and he had allowed it. He couldn’t think, couldn’t process. He fell back on his training, tempered by his love for her. Cameron led his woman to the cross, eschewing the leather restraints dangling from the hook in the ceiling. He felt her tiny flinch of surprise and felt proud of her ability to adjust. He placed the leather cuffs on either wrist and secured them so that her hands stretched toward the upper corners of the frame, then moved quickly to secure her ankles, spreading her legs wide. The wide leather strap around her waist served to take some of the weight from her wrists, and she was as comfortable as someone stretched and exposed like a sacrifice could be. Cameron ensured the plug was still seated properly, and then slid his hand between her folds. She was soaked, her arousal flooding her upper thighs. Cameron smiled in satisfaction. No one now existed but the two of them. And his single tail. “You have your safe word, sub.” He barely heard her response. “Yes, Sir.” God, he wanted to be her Master. He snagged the dildo and held it at her opening. “Big breath, Livy.” He shoved it in, knowing the time for gentleness was over. She flinched away and then accepted it,

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letting out a low moan that was echoed by the observers. Startled, Cameron cast a glance around him before focusing on Olivia. Her form took his breath and he reached for the clamps, those tinkling bells heralding his approach as he circled to face her. She opened her eyes, and they stared at him through the openings in her mask, looking faintly catlike, and already glazing over with lust. Cameron bent his head to nuzzle at her breasts, sucking the nipples taut. When they were elongated to his satisfaction, he attached the clamps and listened to Livy’s hiss of pain. He waited until he thought the sensation would have had time to ebb and arrow to her apex. Her scent drew him, distracted him, and he forced himself to back away from the pull she had over him. He threw off his shirt, then took up the whip and snapped it once to mark his start and let Olivia know what was in store for her. She tensed, and he began. He hadn’t had much time for practice, only an hour or so following Patrick’s call that Olivia had agreed to be part of this. But the single tail felt like an extension of his arm, and he plied it as such. He laid precise stripes across the small of her back and then moved up to her shoulders, followed by several across her beautiful ass. Olivia fell into subspace within moments, clearly trusting his touch, trusting that he knew what she needed. When her entire back, ass, and thighs glowed with his ministrations, he nodded to Spence who stepped up to release the clamps at the same time as Cameron reached to fuck Olivia with the dildo. The phallus moved within her with thick, juicy sounds, and the blood surging back to her breasts had her arching and screaming her release without clitoral stimulation. Cameron’s heart swelled with love and pride, and he saw Spence’s solemn nod as the other Dom backed away. But Cameron wasn’t finished. He wrapped an arm around Olivia’s waist and disconnected the binds at her wrists, bending her forward, pressing against all those heated nerve endings of her skin. She writhed against him. Spence, anticipating, shoved a pillow-topped hassock in front of her. Cameron pushed Olivia over it,

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the height supporting her chest and shoulders, and pulled the plug out of her ass, dropping it to the side, hearing it hit the floor with a counterpoint to the beat of his heart. He ripped open the front of his leathers, holding Olivia securely with his other hand, and drew out his raging cock. Olivia went rigid when he placed it at her anus and began to breach her and then pushed back against him. He surged through her sphincter muscle, forcing a moan from her, and then rode her hard. The dildo filled her front passage and left him precious little room, making the friction and tightness indescribable. She panted and writhed and cried out and he fucked her until he couldn’t hold back. He pushed his hand between her belly and the hassock and found her hard, little clit, pulsing beneath his touch. He pinched it between his middle and forefinger and she screamed the rafters down, her ass and pussy clenching so hard that Cameron’s vision blurred as his cock strangled. His semen jetted out in spurts and floods, and he collapsed upon her. His. As he was hers. He finally struggled back from his mind-blowing release, pulling out of Olivia and quickly releasing her ankles. He tucked his cock away and plucked her off of the hassock, turning to sit with her, to cuddle with her. She was sweat soaked, as was he, and their exposed skin slipped and slid in concert, yet clung to the other. He needed to carry her out of there and care for her, but he didn’t yet have the strength. He registered that the other members still stood around, murmuring. He wondered if they knew that something momentous had just taken place. Olivia lifted her hand to her face and pushed at the mask. It came away, taking her anonymity with it, and she pushed up to kiss him, brand him. Cameron closed his eyes against the hot tears that sprung from nowhere and accepted her caress. “Clear the room. We’re done here.” Spence’s gravelly voice had Cameron looking to see that the other man was fairly pushing people out the door, giving him and Olivia privacy. He kissed her again, and felt his strength returning. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I need to take care of you.”

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Olivia laughed. It was something rare, something he hadn’t heard from her before, and he wanted to grab onto the sound with both hands. He looked at her face to see that she was back in herself and aware of her surroundings. “I think I had better walk back to our room,” she chortled. “I’m not certain you should be carrying me. You look quite done in, Master.” Cameron felt the strength of ten upon hearing the title she bestowed on him. If Olivia called him Master, then he had earned it, and he would cherish it. It had meant less than nothing to him before, if only he had known it. He scooped her up in his arms and walked to the door. “Open it, sub,” he ordered, and, still laughing, Olivia turned the knob. He made it to their quarters, barely winded, and walked straight into the shower with her. Once he was certain she could stand, he stepped out to strip and grab the topical analgesic. He ran tepid water over her back while Olivia held her hair out of the way, and applied the ointment to a couple of raised welts. Her nipples received a dab, and he then made her bend over so that he could treat her anus. The plug had done its job, and she was fine, if a little tender. He knew she would be uncomfortable in the morning, and he would give her a mild painkiller to take after the shower. Her swollen vulva fought hard to keep the dildo, and it came out on a rush of Olivia’s juices. His cock made a feeble attempt to rise to the occasion but failed. They stumbled to the bed, wrapped around one another, and fell onto it. His adrenaline rush had faded, and Olivia’s second wind had long since flown. Cameron barely remembered pulling up the comforter to cover them both before he dropped away. Olivia had passed out but a moment before.

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Chapter Fifteen Olivia woke to the smell of coffee and the sensation of sandpaper between her thighs. She struggled to close them, only to realize that she was pinned by Cameron’s weight. He was rubbing his morning beard against her soft flesh, and when she gave away her awareness, he licked his way through her pussy lips. “No, Cameron,” she protested. “Coffee first.” His response was muffled by her folds, and then his tongue lanced into her vagina and out over her perineum. Olivia writhed and begged to no avail when he sucked her clit between his teeth, pushing her fingers through his tousled hair and hanging on tight. Her orgasm began to coil from the base of her belly, gaining speed like a freight train, and she went over with a rush. Cameron surged up to thrust inside her, and her hands slid down over his back to hold his muscled ass. His latex-covered erection stole her breath and prolonged her climax. He worked above her, staring into her eyes until his face twisted with the power of his own release and he slumped, rolling to the side to spare her his weight. “I want to wake you up this way every morning, honey,” he said, his breathing labored. Olivia smiled to herself. She wanted to be awakened this way, too. She stretched lazily and hid another smile when Cameron’s eyes darkened at the movement. There would be lots of details to work out, she reflected, but she didn’t care where she lived, what she did, as long as Cameron was in her life. He would fall back into stupidity from time to time, of that she was certain, but they would work it out. And she wasn’t perfect! She now trusted him with her entire self. She

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belonged to him and he was hers. No words were necessary. Cameron’s cock stirred against her side as he ran his fingers from the hollow of her throat and down over her body, lingering at her breasts and coming to rest in a possessive manner, cupping her sex. She felt quietly, serenely powerful and had never felt so certain, so far from madness.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada, with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica. Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied— when all the heroes man-up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance. She writes whenever the mood strikes her, sometimes in the middle of the night when she is awake and simply thinking about life. She hears others talk about their lives and relationships and is inspired to recreate some of their passions and dreams within her characters. She can write for hours at a time, quite lost as the story unfolds, or haul out the little book she always carry with her to jot thoughts and ideas down as they occur, whether in the local grocery store or while out walking with her dogs. She sometimes has two or three stories on the go at the same time, not that they all come to fruition. The BDSM lifestyle intrigues her, and as she continues to do her research, it becomes even clearer that the players and the levels of involvement are as varied as any other interest people may have. She claims poetic licence and may offend the purists! There is always a flavour of the dominant male in everything she writes, but the women ultimately are appreciated and cherished and have the ultimate power in the relationship, despite the fact that love is sometimes quite blind.

Also by Allyson Young Ménage Amour: The Promise Ménage and More: Forgiveness Ménage Amour: Running to Love 1: Away Siren Allure: Running to Love 2: Broken Siren Classic: Club Pleasure 1: Wishes Ménage Amour: Aspire 1: Near Perfection Ménage Amour: Aspire 2: True Perfection

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