Authors: Allyson Young
Madness (10 page)
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 security-system 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.
