Page 32 of Enthrall Climax

Whack.

I jolted toward a near climax that followed the burn of my sex, leaving me swollen and heated; a scolding so intense it shot me into subspace. Then his slaps turned tender, perhaps reflecting his merciful side, or perhaps he didn’t want to alert Sue what was really going on in here, but even so they stung deliciously as he delivered spank after spank over my clit.

Clenching my teeth, trying to stop myself from moaning, I flinched when he dipped two fingers deep inside me and pressed them against my G-spot, my muscles instinctively holding onto them. But he withdrew them and smeared the wetness over my clit before resuming his teasing with slow steady spanks, until I was once more shuddering on a precipice—each timed pause of his palm a welcome relief and each slap setting me toward a climax. No matter how cruel this taunting felt, it was nothing compared to wearing these chains with no hope of being let free of this arousal.

“Permission,” I managed.

“Only good girls get to come again.”

“I’m good.”

“Am I not the judge of that?” He delivered a faster spanking and at the same time he began a leisurely two-finger fucking.

I was plummeting—an erotic drag from gravity I couldn’t resist.

Nothing mattering but this moment owning me entirely, and it went on endlessly until all that was left was to yield, shaking through another orgasm, my pussy tipping up to greet his sustained spanks as his palm struck my soaking wet sex; the soft noise delicious.

This was more than physical; my soul was one with his as he reminded me once more how easy it was to give myself entirely.

Staring into his eyes, I tried to read his expression. I heard his soft sigh, or perhaps it was mine, saw his nod of approval as his mouth came down on me again obsessively exploring every crevice, his tongue darting and searching every fold, lapping and licking hungrily and dramatically sucking in adulation, his frantic exploration refusing to relent…

Minutes unfolded… revealing a chink in his armor. He had needed this too,needed me.

I brought my hand up to cover my mouth to prevent a scream from escaping.

He yanked me up to a sitting position and crushed his lips to mine, sharing my sweet taste, his tongue bringing that same ferociousness to my mouth as he devoured me, forcing my mouth wider, bruising my lips and sending a shiver through me. His kiss drew all the power back to him and I gave myself entirely, moaning as another orgasm gripped me, brought on merely from him claiming my mouth.

He leaned back and looked me over, as though checking on how I was doing.

“I knew you still loved me,” I said wistfully.

Cameron stared at me as if he were considering my words. “That will be all, Ms. Lauren.” He stepped back and gestured to the door. “Thank you for coming in.” He handed me back my folder. “I believe I’ve been clear.”

In a flurry of movement, I straightened my skirt and gave him a cursory nod of gratitude. Then I quickly headed for the door, clutching the folder to my chest as I hurried out of his office without looking back. My pussy was on fire, and I silently exalted over the burn that proved he was still mine.

I made a beeline for the elevator.

“How was it?” Sue’s voice trailed behind me.

Turning on my heels, I faced her, on the verge of saying “amazing.”

“He told you in no uncertain terms of his displeasure?” Sue looked triumphant.

I felt myself blushing. “He was articulate in every respect. I’m glad we got the chance to go over everything. He’s very thorough.” So thorough in fact that this buzz I felt below still lingered deliciously.

She smirked and I realized she had misconstrued my appearance as distress.

The elevator doors opened and I leaped in and waited for them to seal me inside. I leaned against the wall, riding these post-orgasmic waves courtesy of Cameron Cole.

That man was intoxicating and I had just gotten drunk off him.

Reluctantly, I tried to turn my attention away from these sensations, preparing to return to my cubicle. My eyes widened as I felt the tug of the chains and a row of diamonds falling against my clit.

Oh, no.I was meant to continue wearing this—I was being restrained at my master’s pleasure.

When I arrived back at my desk, my cell phone lit up with Cameron’s number. I picked it up and pressed it to my ear. “Yes, sir?”

Go on, ask him about the wedding dress…