Enthrall Him (Enthrall Sessions Book 3) (22 page)

“And you trust the staff here?” I imagined the bid for footage of whatever Cameron might have in mind for us would be worth quite a bit to a trashy old tabloid.

“It’s worth it,” was all he said.

“Oh Cameron.” I stared off at Big Ben. “We’re in London.”

“So we are.”

“And you’re here with me.”

“I am.”

I lowered my gaze. “And beneath this I’m only wearing underwear.”

He gave a look of mock horror.

A soft ballad rose out of his phone.

He held out his hand. “Dance with me?”

My girly muse giggled with joy as Cameron swept me up into his arms. His left arm reached around to rest his hand on the lower arch of my back, and his right hand held mine, raising it to his chest.

We swayed leisurely.

He then led us in a slow dance around the pod, guiding us in wide circles, occasionally dipping me back and low in a dramatic sweep of control. Cameron’s step work proved he was no stranger to the waltz. He showed a surety with each maneuver as he swept me from one end of the pod to the other, and the lights from the city became a blur as we spun. A twirl under his arm morphed into continuous spinning. My feet were light on the ground, and my head and heart tried to keep up.

As we danced around that pod, it reminded me of one of those old romantic black and white films my mom had loved to watch, where the lover seduces his sweetheart and there was nothing but simplicity and innocence. As though we really were the only ones on the planet awake at this hour.

Cameron had already given me so much and now this, this awe-inspiring dance at the top of the world. Our dreamy fantasy went on forever. He moved so elegantly, never losing that masculine streak that made me weak in his arms.

Eventually, he stilled and pressed his firm body against mine. “Our first dance.”

Together we stood looking out, his fingers playing with my hair and making my scalp tingle. My hand wrapped around his waist, never wanting to let go.

I slid to my knees and stared up at him. “Master.” I reached for him. “Don’t forget me.”

“Never.”

I freed him from his pants and that perfect velvetiness responded to my kiss. He threw his head back and stared at the dark sky above as I took his full length into my mouth.

While suckling his smoothness, my left hand cupped his balls and my other worked him in unison with my strokes. Worshiping his maleness, I ran my tongue along sensitive ridges and remembered what he’d taught me. I swept my tongue along the crown of his cock in short, quick licks until I heard his short, sharp gasps.

Passionately, I lowered my head to take his balls in my mouth, kneading with my lips and exulting when he let out a moan of pleasure.

It was my turn to enthrall.

“Have you been taking your pills, Mia?” he whispered.

I gave a nod I had.

“I want to come inside you,” he whispered huskily. “No condom. I need to feel you.”

Ignited by his words, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and kissed the tip again and again.

“Up,” he commanded.

Cameron sat and pulled me towards him, easing my panties off my hips. I helped him by reaching low to grab them off my ankles then I straddled him. Opening my coat, I wrapped it around us both. My stocking covered legs rested on either side of his, and I coiled my arms around his neck. His firmness grew between my thighs.

Rocking against him, I rubbed my cleft along his hardness and moaned softly. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me. Tenderly at first, and then frenzied, his mouth exploring mine. His cock grew rock hard as I rubbed my clit along him, yearning for him.

“Please, sir.” I reached for his hardness, positioning the tip.

He pushed into me, deep. My head fell onto his shoulder and my body adjusted to the strain, having almost forgotten his enormity.

Breathing through the tautness, the spasms, my short sharp gasps signaled my building pleasure.

“Lean back,” he said, and grabbed both my wrists.

Falling backwards slightly, safe in his grasp, my sex throbbed around him. I stared up at the stars. My hips circled as his firmness stretched me wider. My thighs trembled and my hair tumbled behind me.

Dark clouds floated above us, hiding the stars here and there, only for them to reappear. My vision blurred with this rising pleasure.

Moving my hips slowly in a circle, slower still, I concentrated on maintaining a perfect rhythm, riding him elegantly in this luxurious pose. These blissful sensations he brought caused me to shudder.

And moan…

He grabbed my wrists with his left hand, and with his right he reached between my thighs. His fingers set a delicate pace on my clit to regulate a steady beat that I obediently followed with my revolving hips.

Tumbling over the edge, freefalling in his hold, I climaxed on and on and on until I was gone from this place, this planet. I rose amongst the stars.

Then shuddered against him.

This, our dark duet, felt like love.

He pulled me up and towards him again and spun me around with him still inside, effortlessly repositioning me to face the front.

He looked up. “We’re almost at the top.”

Following his gaze, I caught sight of us approaching the uppermost level of the rotation. The skyline was an incredible vista spreading forever around us.

He eased my thighs apart, placing my legs on either side of his and spreading them wider. Had the rain not been coming down so hard, I’d have panicked about being so exposed to the world.

He held me in that exact same pose he’d captured me in when we’d first begun my training. My back to his front. Moving my hips in a slow, leisurely circle, widening my circumference, I wanted to prove I cherished all he’d taught me. Even this, our sensuous dance after our dance.

“No one can see in,” he said, as though reading my thoughts.

The reflection of us stared back from the glass; a mirror image of our limbs intertwined, our passionate joining.

“The rain,” I whispered. “It’s so cleansing.”

“You’re cleansing, Mia.”

I brought my hands behind my back and held my wrists together, feeling the smoothness of his leather belt as he wrapped it around my wrists and gave it a hard tug. Bound by him, impaled on him, I was his to do with as he pleased. His plaything, his instrument to tease and toy. My head fell back in a swoon.

I wanted to live here in this serenity of being with him, remain connected forever.

His fingers tweaked my nipples until I cried out for more clit play. His left hand covered my mouth, while his right slid along my wetness. The occasional near miss of touching my sex sent me into a writhing mess. My thighs shook, and my body’s need took over and forcing me to bounce on his hardness.

“Nice and slow,” he demanded. “Good girl.”

Just as he’d soldered this day into his memory, he’d branded me with the memory of him. His possession stole all of me, even my soul.

Rising towards that brilliant plateau, his fingertips gave up their torture and rested on my wetness. I could no longer tell where his fingers began and my sex ended. His strumming sent a perfect heated buzz of bliss. His hand melted into me—

We became one.

Then came a final fracturing of all I’d held onto, all I’d kept back, all I’d refused to feel. My heart opened wide as those fragments of doubt that I could ever experience emotions this deep now crept away.

Cameron was taking me to the edge of the world and showing me there was nothing to fear.

I was capable of anything.

Deserving to be here.

Worthy of him.

We found our rhythm, our synchronicity returning to that controlled pace he insisted on, and I glided elegantly above, rising and falling onto his hardness, rising and falling, rising and falling, flying ever higher into the abyss of an orgasm.

I lost all strength in my legs and settled on his lap, his cock still deeply impaled. He leaned back and pounded his hips against mine, sending us both over the edge again, the shock of each strike making me moan.

The view was a haze of a million raindrops upon the ceiling.

The leather belt came off my wrists.

Cameron shoved me up to a standing position and nudged me towards the pane of glass in front. I bent slightly, balancing on my tiptoes and leaning forwards against it, splaying my fingers for balance then thrusting my buttocks out towards him.

He gripped my hips and he thrust deep inside me again. His hammering against my buttocks grew violent and glorious. His balls striking my sex sent me over again, casting me into subspace.

Smudges of rain on the other side of the glass shimmered.

The tension of being held in this position became a delicious ache and my limbs trembled with the strain. Blinded by pleasure, I saw nothing but stars in my mind’s eye. Imaginary fireworks exploded within.

I screamed through my climax.

Cameron yelled my name through his—

His warmth filled me. His trembling sent shivers of heat inside my shuddering body.

Steam clouded the glass before us.

Cameron stilled. His sighs echoed the last of his release.

We were messy, and noisy, and brilliant together.

He resumed sliding in and out in a luxurious glide to savor me, and I savored these long drawn out pangs of sensuous pleasure.

“God, Mia,” he said huskily. “You take my breath away.”

In a flurry of movement and need, I was turned to face him and he lifted me up and pressed my back against the glass. I wrapped my legs around his body, hugging him, planting kiss after kiss on his cheek.

Cameron had shown me more than the world. He’d shown me how to love.

CHAPTER 18

SHAY HAD A piping hot pot of coffee waiting for us.

We’d gotten back to the house just before 5AM.

Shay had received an alert on his phone, he told us, from Andrew, one of his men guarding us outside the property. Andrew had apparently followed us to the South Bank.

Shay slid a mug toward Cameron. “He double checked the security footage wasn’t being recorded by the London Eye staff.” Shay followed that up with an arched brow. “A billionaire up to no good in a pod is great fodder for the press.”

“I’d taken care of that detail,” said Cameron. “And for your information, I was up to some pretty fantastic good.”

Shay gave a shake of his head and his gaze swept over me.

Had he needed convincing, my post fucked hair was doing its bit to give me away. That and my coat I’d declined to take off. My smudged lipstick had long been kissed off.  

“It’s my job to double check on that detail,” said Shay. “Please don’t make it any easier for Lance.”

“You worry too much,” said Cameron.

“I’m also here as your friend.”

Cameron beamed. “I needed my Mia fix. And now she’s out of my system.” He looked over at me. “We’re all good.”

Turning my attention to the pretty pattern on my mug, I pretended I’d not bitten the inside of my cheek. I admired the delicate floral design that reminded me of an English garden.

Just like Dr. Finley’s. I wondered what the good doctor would make of all this. This impossible gravity called Cameron Cole pulled me toward him, only to emotionally shove me away just as powerfully.

I zeroed back in on what they were saying—

“Richard’s the thrill seeker,” said Shay. “Please don’t tell me it’s rubbing off.”

“I rather like this spontaneity thing,” said Cameron. “I might give it another try before the trip’s done.” He winked at me.

My head almost exploded with that threat. One more intensive Cameron go-around and I’d never recover. For God’s sake, I could still smell his cologne on me and my sex still ached from his pounding. I wondered how he could act so casual, so nonchalant, so ‘let’s go again’ and decimate Mia’s heart.

“You okay, Mia,” he asked.

“I have to go Christmas shopping,” I said. “I have to decorate the tree. Make the house look lovely for Richard.”

Cameron was seemingly distracted, taking sip after sip of his coffee.

And all this talk of me having to get over Cameron had forced my hand to play along, not wanting to seem like the clingy woman who made waves. I wanted to make it easy on everyone.

“I’ll go with you, Mia,” said Shay, raising a hand to gesture his insistence. “I’ll be discreet. Keep my distance.”

I rounded the coffee bar, wrapped my arms around Cameron’s waist, and gave him the biggest hug. “Thank you for an amazing time.” I peered up at him. “Thank you for everything. All of it. I promise to cherish every last second.”

He gave a thin smile. “Well, good.”

“Mia, sitting room please,” said Shay.