Cameron went into a large walk in closet adjacent to his bedroom.

I sat on the edge of his bed, waiting. Nervous anticipation flowed through my veins. My ears were straining to listen for the sound of Cameron rummaging around.

It felt like I'd been waiting forever. My fingers clenched and unclenched in the bedsheets. Was making me wait part of his plan?

Finally, I heard him stop rummaging. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. When he walked out of the closest, I was greeted with his wicked grin.

I looked to see what he was carrying, wanting to know what toys he'd collected. He held a heavy canvas bag, completely opaque, preventing me from guessing.

He noticed my stare and chuckled darkly. "You'll find out what I have in store for you soon enough." His eyes turned heated. "Lie back on the bed."

My toes curled at that demanding tone. I scooted to the headboard and lay down. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see what he was doing.

Cameron tossed the bag on the bed and followed it. He knelt above me, body looming over mine.

"Are you going to do everything I say, Angel?"

I nodded silently.

"Good girl."

I moaned as he placed sucking kisses on my neck. His hands skimmed over my sides and stomach, caressing my skin. He lifted up my shirt and tossed it over my head. He deftly unsnapped my bra. It fell to the bed, leaving me topless.

"If I ask what you're going to do, would you tell me?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"I'm going to make you come more times than you've ever come in your life."

"You sure that's possible?" My heartbeat raced. "You've already set the bar pretty high."

He flashed me a carnal smirk, not saying anything. He dug into the bag and pulled out something long and black. I recognized the item. Thick straps with buckles on one end. Bondage restraints.

I inhaled sharply.

Cameron looked concerned. "We don't have to use them if you don't want to."

A small part of me was reminded of the break in. Of when they tied me up.

But as I examined that memory, I realized it didn't affect me as much as I thought it might. This was completely different. I trusted Cameron.

"I want to," I told him.

He examined me closely. He nodded.

"Put your arms over your head."

I did so. The demanding tone sent a fresh flood of heat between my legs. I was already getting wet. I pressed my thighs together.

"I didn't know you were into BDSM," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I'm not, really." He took each wrist in his hands and gently looped them through the straps. "This is just to keep you from squirming away."

I swallowed hard as he fastened each strap to the headboard. My arms were now tied above my head. I tugged experimentally. The restraints were solid. I wouldn't be able to get out of it if I tried.

That was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. Cameron could do whatever he wanted to me now. The thought nearly had me whimpering.

"And why would I want to get away?" I asked.

"You'll see." His eyes flashed with wicked amusement. "If you really want to me to stop, say red."

I frowned, confused. "Red?"

"Like stoplights. Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green for go." Cameron placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Let me know where you're at, okay? Don't feel bad if you need to say red."

"Why can't I just say stop?"

"Because pretty soon you're going to be shouting out a lot of things, Angel. I need to be sure you really mean them."

Despite my arousal, I couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. This was all so new to me. Was I ready for this, whatever this was?

Cameron must have sensed my nerves.

"I told you, I'm not into BDSM. None of that sado-masochism stuff. This is all for you."

"Why won't you tell me what you're going to do to me?"

"It's much more fun if you experience it yourself first." Cameron pulled something else out of the bag. A black blindfold. "I'm going to put this over your eyes, okay?"

I hesitated before nodding.

The blindfold was soft and silky against my eyes. It blocked out all light.

"Is this the part where you torture me with ice cubes or feathers or something?"

"Nothing so cliché." Cameron almost sounded offended.

He shuffled down to the edge of the bed, between my legs. He ran his hands up my calves, then up between my thighs. He followed his fingers with a trail of kisses.

The touch of his lips against my sensitive skin had me reeling. My inner muscles throbbed. He'd barely done anything and my panties were almost soaked. My body always responded so readily to him.

Cameron spread my legs open and pushed my skirt up to my waist. I held my breath as he moved closer. I felt the hot air of his breath wash over me as he exhaled.

He pulled down my panties, tossing them away. He licked a line between the valley of my legs, sucking at my clit. I moaned along with him.

"Fuck Angel, you always taste so fucking good."

Maybe this was what Cameron had planned. Tying me up and eating me out until I was satiated and exhausted.

Then I heard him rummage around in the bag again. He pulled something out. I felt something hard and cool press against my core.

"You ready, Angel?" he teased.

Before I could respond, my world exploded in a symphony of sensation. I gasped sharply, my every nerve ending on fire, pleasure surging through me. It centered between my legs and rushed outwards, down my legs and up my arms, to the very tips of my fingers and toes.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck!" I shrieked, the words sounding strangled. I thrashed back and forth on the bed, hips bucking and rolling.

The sensations were so intense, half pleasure, half pain. I didn't know if I was trying to get away or move closer. A distant part of my mind thought Cameron had been right to tie me down. I might have flailed myself off the bed otherwise.

For long moments I had no idea what was causing the sensation, only knowing that it was mind blowing as hell. I'd never felt anything this intensely before.

I can't say I got used to the sensation, but after several minutes I was finally able to think through the haze of pleasure. A light buzzing sound floated to my ears, and I registered the slight vibrations against my clit and lower lips.

"Is— that—" I gasped.

When Cameron spoke, I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Magic Hitachi Wand."

The buzzing shot up in volume. I let out a choked breath. Cameron must have turned up the intensity. The vibrations got stronger. I was sent higher and higher as new waves of pleasure crashed through me. I hit my peak, orgasming with a high-pitched moan.

But unlike other times, when Cameron's touch abated after my orgasm, he didn't stop. He kept the vibrator pressed against my clit, rubbing in small circles.

"Cameron— I can't—" My fingers and toes flexed unconsciously, as if reaching for something just out of my grasp.

"Say the word and I'll stop."

Red.

The heat inside me was nearly scorching. I opened my mouth to say it, but another spark of pleasure hit me. I groaned as I came again, falling apart into pieces, every part of assaulted with sensations.

I panted and gasped as I recovered. I was almost starting to get accustomed to the vibrations when they increased again. Pleasure slammed through me like a wrecking ball.

"Fuck," I choked out as I fell over the edge again. My eyes rolled back into my head as I nearly passed out.

On and on it continued. It was almost too much, the pleasure on the brink of turning into pain. I cursed and flailed and cried out. I came so many times I lost count. I'm sure that was Cameron's intention.

My lungs were burning. I was out of breath. My muscles ached. And yet still, the pleasure soared through me. One more spike of heat struck me to my core and I gasped out.

"Red!"

The buzzing immediately stopped. I collapsed back on the bed, limbs limp, energy spent. I was covered in sweat, body slick and palms clammy.

I panted heavily through a hoarse throat. I didn't know what words I'd been screaming, but I'd been doing it loudly.

Cameron's warm body came to rest at my side. He carefully unbuckled the straps and lifted my wrists free. He pressed soft kisses to each one. He pulled the blindfold off. I blinked blearily at the too-bright lights.

"So how many was that?" Cameron teased. He ran his hands up and down my sides. It sent shivers running through my body. Every inch of me was over-sensitized.

"Lost… count…" I murmured through heaving breaths.

I was soaking wet, my thighs sticky and slick. I was sure I'd made a mess of the bedsheets. I couldn't bring myself to care.

Cameron gave me a long, slow kiss. I returned it wearily. His hip molded against mine. I felt his hardness through the rough scratch of his jeans.

I shifted to press against him, cupping him through the thick material.

He shook his head and pushed my hand away.

"You don't want to…?" I trailed off.

"This was all for you," he murmured against my lips.

"Thank you," I said.

"No need to thank me. Getting to watch you squirm and writhe on the bed, blissed out in pleasure? It was beyond hot."

As we snuggled together, me catching my breath and Cameron caressing every inch of my skin, I began to formulate my own naughty plan.

Cameron wasn't the only one who could play games.