Page 93 of Cameron's Contract

“Sorry, sir.” She wiggled. “I love my cage.”

“Good to hear.” I rested my back against the table and pulled her to my chest and she stood on her tiptoes before me. Her back was pressed to my front as she faced the room. After placing my cock at her entrance, I eased her down over my shaft.

She let out a long sigh, as though only now settling.

That silver chain hung low over her hips and those clamps still gently eased her labia apart, making her sex spectacularly accessible.

Mia trembled with excitement.

“Slow your breathing,” I warned.

She gave a nod she’d try.

“This final test is to gauge your ability to show self-control, Mia. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

I buried deeper inside her and her hands naturally found their way behind her back, offering the pose of a sub, letting me know she was ready.

“When I say begin,” I told her. “Circle your hips slowly and pause when you’ve completed a full circle. Push your pelvis out a little and wait. You’ll be well rewarded if you obey.”

Mia completed her first circle. Her hips nudged forward and she paused. I clasped the handle of the vibrator, brought it over, and tapped the rounded head on one of her nipples then the other.

Her pussy tightened and flinched around me.

It felt fucking amazing.

Concentrating, I pulled myself back from the edge. “Again.”

Another circle, and this time her reward was the vibrator pressed on her clit. She threw her head back and short, sharp gasps escaped her.

“Concentrate,” I chastised. “The movement must be fluid. A continuous circling, a brief pause, and then another circle.”

Another reward.

Within seconds Mia fell into her stride, her hips moving effortlessly. A soft sigh escaped when I delivered her present of that powerful vibrator. My left arm held her around the waist as I rocked into her. Her trembling hinted she’d perhaps not quite make another rotation—

But she did. Her desire to please warmed my heart, forcing my hand to hold the wand permanently between her thighs—

Merciful…

Mia shuddered, squeezed, and awaited my permission.

I refused to give it.

I needed to push her farther than I ever had, needed her to know she was capable of surrendering to a profound pleasure. Her consciousness would expand until her mind let her go and her heart soared to the level of bliss she was capable of.

Time slipped away.

Her slow steady cycles continued. Each time her hips thrust forward, her momentary pause was rewarded with the ecstasy delivered to her clit, and then I again lifted the wand away from her and waited for Mia to complete another circling of her hips.

Her body trembled. Her breaths were short and sharp.

Eventually, I pressed the vibrator firmly there.

And kept it there.

“You may come, sub,” I demanded.