Madness (15 page)
Authors: Allyson Young
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Olivia found it hard to believe that she stood not two feet away from Cameron in the most sensuous room she had ever stayed in. She had been both nervous and exhilarated when the new house Dom had arrived to escort her. She had immediately seen his kind, compassionate nature behind his huge size, and knew she would be safe, regardless of her nudity and powerlessness. She felt like a bride as she preceded him down the hall to where Cameron waited. She had only a moment to reflect on how Cameron must feel, being taught by someone with such presence, when they had arrived at the training room and she laid eyes on him. He looked so male, so commanding and dangerous in his leathers, his hair now long and tied back in a ponytail from his face that her entire body had begun to shake like a leaf in anticipation and hope. When he turned to face her, Olivia had totally forgotten about Master Jonathon and longed to throw herself into Cameron’s arms and beg him to forgive her for her overreaction, driven by hurt pride. Surely nothing else mattered now when she hadn’t even been really living since she had pushed him away the night he had confronted her with her secrets. Except he had given her reason not to trust him, had moved too quickly, not respected her boundaries. He had said that he had done it in her best interest, but
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Olivia knew he had done it because he couldn’t wait for her to come to share on her own. He had been impatient. Impetuous, Patrick had called it, as if Patrick had understood. But that hadn’t made for an auspicious start. No, Patrick’s plan was best. A fresh start, a new beginning. She needed to let go of the pain of betrayal and learn to trust if she could.
It hadn’t felt awkward, exactly, not the positioning of her body, or the placement of the plug, which, incidentally, still reposed in her ass.
But it had felt rehearsed, something Cameron and Master Jordan and probably Master Jonathon and every other Dom did with a new sub.
Maybe in a different order, a variation, and maybe with discipline if they weren’t obeyed immediately, but rehearsed. Olivia didn’t want to feel like every other sub Cameron trained. She wanted spontaneity.
She needed Cameron’s natural dominance as it applied to her and to their relationship. When he had licked her to orgasm, taking such a short time to do so, it had been because of his recognition of her need and to succor her grief and loss. It had felt so right, and when Master Jonathon had accused her of stealing an orgasm, Cameron responded accordingly. And now here they were and someone needed to say something, and soon.
“I’m hungry,” she said.
Cameron leapt into action. He picked up the house phone and ordered her a salad with chicken, garlic toast, and a pot of tea with honey. It was just what she wanted. Almost as an afterthought, he asked for a ham sandwich and several bottles of water.
“Come into the bathroom while we wait for the food,” he said.
“I’ll remove the plug and move you up to a larger size.” Okay then. She had become quite comfortable with anal play and loved how it enhanced her orgasms but was still a bit anxious about the whole anal-sex thing. And Cameron regarded it as claiming. Not so fast.
“Now.”
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She had hesitated, and Cameron looked like a thundercloud. God, she had just come, and already her juices were flowing again at his dominant tone. Olivia moved quickly into the bathroom and let him bend her over the counter by the sink. He opened the vanity doors and pulled out a box of wipes, then carefully removed the plug and cleaned her. She heard the plug thump into the basin and the water run.
“Lie on the bed, facedown, with a pillow under your hips, Olivia,” he said. “And lose the robe.”
Well, that said it all, she thought. It was totally Sir Cameron and sub Olivia. But he wasn’t fucking her ass until they had cleared the air verbally. He wasn’t her Master yet. He’d respect her safe word or Master Jonathon would sit on him. Olivia marveled at how the burden of over a decade of pretence had lifted from her shoulders. She rejoiced that she could laugh inside, poke fun at Cameron, albeit without him yet knowing, and be so fanciful. Master Jordan had whipped much of the stress of the week out of her last night, but the orgasm at Cameron’s mouth had been the real icing on the cake. She hurried to do as he ordered.
The bed dipped as Cameron leaned his weight beside her and stroked her buttocks. She felt the familiar drip of the lubricant and the careful press of his fingers at her puckered opening. She pushed back and relaxed, letting him in, and the stretching woke all those nerve endings inside.
“So hot, so tight, Olivia,” he crooned. “This is my ass.” She felt him pull out and immediately press something much thicker and wider in to replace his fingers. She breathed through the burn and remained still. The plug was the biggest she had ever taken, but Cameron was gentle and patient, and it was soon seated deep within her. She felt full and edgy and could feel the sexual tension coming off Cameron’s large body. His leathers creaked as he leaned and pressed a kiss on her lower back and then drifted his mouth over
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her buttocks and the tops of her thighs. She shivered at his touch and he chuckled against her.
“So responsive, honey, you feel like silk.” The knock on the door pulled him away from her, and Olivia wondered if she should move or cover up and then just trusted Cameron to take care of her. She heard him talking with someone at the door and the sound of something being placed on the dresser. She could smell the food and realized Cameron was setting things out for their lunch. He scooped her up and sat with her on his lap in the room’s only chair, holding her close and breathing against her hair until she wondered if he had forgotten that she was hungry. She felt him stretch and then there was a forkful of salad at her lips. It felt so caring and intimate to have him feed her. She snuggled against him and let him meet her needs. He made sure the tea wasn’t too hot before he added a touch of honey and raised the cup to her lips. Olivia sipped and swallowed, the beverage sliding down her throat, soothing her, much the same way that Cameron’s hands had touched her earlier. She sighed.
Cameron carried her to the bed and managed to pull the comforter back with one hand while she clung to him, pressing her lips against his shoulder, drinking in his scent. It washed over her senses as he lowered and slipped her body between the fine cotton sheets. Olivia stretched luxuriously, not minding the fullness of the plug as it jostled within her. This time the ensuing silence was comfortable as she watched Cameron devour his sandwich and toss their leftovers onto the tray. He sent heated glances her way and words weren’t necessary.
He cared about her, wanted to be with her, and they were going to take the time to work things out. Olivia knew there would be instances in the next few days that would not be so comfortable for either of them, and that their future would be decided. She wasn’t worried, although Cameron might find reason to be.
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Cameron pulled off his shirt and hung it in the wardrobe, his eyes lighting on the perfect dildo for his woman. But that would come later. He needed to take care of her right now, ensure that she knew he wouldn’t compound his past mistakes. Olivia hadn’t said much of anything. She hadn’t needed to. She was possessed of that feminine wisdom that always impressed Cameron when he saw it come to fruition in some of the subs his friends had claimed. His cock, still tumescent from his earlier play with Olivia, stirred at the thought of claiming her, fucking her ass, and having her submit to him in the most symbolic way. Olivia had learned to better communicate in sexual play because of Jordan, and Cameron regretted that he hadn’t continued as her teacher, but their unspoken connection now was something deep, something stable, something to build on. He looked forward to the next few days and nights. They wouldn’t need much time to establish their D/s relationship, and he intended to work on a fairly vanilla one in their downtime. He pushed off his leathers and draped them over the baby-making chair. Olivia probably didn’t know what that piece of furniture actually was used for, but Cameron would be pleased to introduce her to it in the near future. He climbed into the bed beside her and drew her close, holding her slight form tenderly.
“Sleep, Livy,” he told her. “We have a lot to share, but you need to rest.”
She obediently closed her eyes, and within moments, he felt her become slack and boneless as sleep claimed her. He kissed the top of her head and filed the moment away, deep in his brain. She was his.
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Chapter Thirteen
Olivia slept the day away, and Cameron fancied that the dark circles under her eyes and her overly prominent cheekbones weren’t as obvious as they had been earlier. He woke her just before the dinner hour, and bathed her in the tub after removing the plug.
“Cameron?”
He carefully rinsed the leg he had just lathered and reached for the other. “What is it, honey?”
“This is such a surreal experience. I feel so safe and protected with you, here at the Club. But I’m uncertain.”
“I want you to always feel safe and protected, Olivia. Always.
You are my life, and your care is paramount. I’ll ask a lot of you, honey, but nothing that you won’t be able to give.” He caught a flicker in her eyes and hurried to reassure her. “I want to earn your trust, Olivia. I understand your uncertainty.” He lifted her dripping form from the tub and wrapped her in a warmed bath sheet. “Use the toilet and come sit with me when you’re done,” he told her. “We are joining Masters Jonathon and Jordan for dinner, but we have a few minutes to talk before we need to go. Bring your hairbrush.”
Cameron settled himself on the chair and tucked the restraints out of sight. As much as he wanted to see his woman secured and open for him, displayed on its convenient design, he wanted to talk with her more. When she came out of the bathroom to join him, still wrapped in the towel, hairbrush in hand, he gestured her to sit between his spread knees. He took the brush and began to work it through her hair.
Olivia tilted her head back and sighed her appreciation.
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“I need to tell you that you have taught me something about myself, Livy,” he confided. “Love is indeed blind, if not shortsighted, and I put my needs ahead of yours when I investigated your husband.” He felt Olivia stiffen beneath his rhythmic strokes.
“I now understand that you might have come to tell me in time, if I hadn’t pushed you so hard. I scared you, honey, and implied that you felt shame. I know that now. I went too fast, trying to catch up, make up, for all those fucking wasted years. I fumbled this from the get-go and expected you to fall in line. I didn’t consider what you needed. But I’m done apologizing for that huge mistake, Olivia, and I plan to show you over the next few days what life with me will really be like.”
Olivia said nothing for such a long time that Cameron began to despair. If she couldn’t accept his apology and let him in to make amends, have her share, and move on, he didn’t know what else to do.
Dominating her wouldn’t work if she didn’t trust him not to screw with her heart again. He kept brushing her hair, all out of options.
Finally, she squirmed around to face him, her lovely face calm and composed. “I haven’t been alive, not really, since I made you go away, Cameron. I worked and worked, and tried to sleep when I wasn’t working. I couldn’t make myself eat.” She gestured at her body. “I know I look like a bag of bones and thank you for making me feel beautiful. But things went too fast. I was overwhelmed and you didn’t give me time to process.”
She slipped off the chair, barely managing to keep the towel wrapped around her, and paced in front of him. She suddenly looked like an avenging Fury, her newly brushed curls a cloud about her face, cheekbones flushed and those amazing eyes flashing gold daggers at him. Cameron wrestled with his surging libido. Until her next words doused it.
“I kept thinking you just wanted to dominate me, take everything, and move on. I should know that isn’t true! But that night you used Jennifer to push me away still resonates. I felt betrayed, and I still
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have a flicker of hate for you for that, no matter how things have changed. And then you intimated that I wasted those years married to Andrew! Your arrogance still slays me. You assumed I was ashamed and that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Well, it isn’t always about you, Cameron. I was making the best of my life, making the best life out of what I had. Because you had decided for me, took
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choice, not to be included in yours! And don’t let that swell your head, Sir, because I still hate you for that, too. Love and hate are damned close, Cameron, and it’s easy enough to cross the line between the two! I was a wonderful friend to Andrew, as he was to me. Never, ever, cross that line with me again.”
Cameron forced himself to his feet. He crossed to Olivia’s passionate form and got into her space. “I understand, sub. I’ve had my say, you’ve had yours, and now we will proceed with our training.
You may wear your robe to the dining room, but you will eat naked, and at my feet.”
For the first time he saw a hint of defiance in Olivia’s face. He stripped the towel from her and nearly dragged her to the door. “I don’t allow insubordination. You won’t need your robe.” Olivia ducked her head and followed him mutely down the hallway, although he suspected that she would have made a bolt for their room if he hadn’t locked the door. The long walk to dinner would push her modesty to the limit. Cameron was going to push all of her boundaries from here on in while taking good care of her until she moved past her rage. Then she would submit. He would not fail.
