Page 36 of Cameron's Contract

“Imagine being watched like this?” I teased.

“Oh,” she moaned wantonly.

“Everyone staring at your cunt,” I whispered huskily. “Wondering how you taste, Mia.”

She plunged violently, riding me ever faster.

I’d never seen her so alighted by my words before. Her secret predilection glared, indicated by those soaking wet thighs, her feverish breathing, and her muscles milking me with a crazed need.

A master’s true worth was his ability to lead his sub to the place where she felt safe enough to share her secrets, and, should she prove ready, see them realized for her.

I’d never be willing to share her. I’d always known that—

But showcase her?

“Be still,” I demanded and reached low, easing apart her folds, and again my gaze found hers in the mirror. “See—” I tapped her clit —“How ready you are. How wet? Tight. Are you willing to allow others to share in the beauty of witnessing this delicate flower being fucked?”

“I want that,” she cried out.

“Nice and still now,” I said, flicking her clit slowly. “Watch, Mia.”

Jaw gaping, lips pouting, her eyes traced the way I used a fingertip to circle her clit, slow and sure, on and on, until her eyelids became heavy as she tranced out.

She threw her head back and came hard, her orgasm causing her to shudder violently.

“Ride me, Mia,” I ordered.

She obeyed, rising and falling, rising and falling. Her eyes squeezed shut only to burst open again and watch her wild and untamable reflection, cascading blonde locks whipping from side to side. Her pleasure grew so intense she became frenzied. Her sex beat my cock, and, leaning back on the bed, I used my hands for leverage so I could buck my hips and pummel her the rest of the way.

We collapsed on the bed.

Freeing her from that braid, caressing her wrists, I planted a kiss to each one.

I pulled her up and maneuvered her body until I was spooning her.

“The things you do to me,” she said in a rush.

“You liked that, sweet sub?”

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About what?”

“Having people watch us?”

“I thought it might turn you on.”

“I was already turned on.”

“Good point.”

She shifted to better look at me. “It’s one of my fantasies.”

“You’ve never told me this before?”

“I was embarrassed.”

“With me?”