Chapter Eleven
I’m completely tormented by what I just witnessed. How can something so taboo be that beautiful? She seemed extremely at peace and happy with the ceremony, so I know she wasn’t being forced into it, but I couldn’t help but feel how society would consider all of it wrong.
I’m not sure what kind of fucked up world I’ve teleported to, but it seems to get more complicated as I spend more time with Damon. I think he’s aware of what he does to me and that’s making it worse. How has he managed to break through my anti-social walls and pull me out of my house so many times in such a short time span? He’s just so fucking intriguing and I can’t lie, he’s sexy as hell in this room… even though there are at least forty other men, he’s the one I can feel. The one I have to force myself not to look at just to prevent the temptations he causes to surface with a simple smile from his face.
I’m so turned on watching this. The wind could blow against my body and I think I’d blow. Another glance at Damon gives me away. I can feel the heat on my face, which means he can probably sense it. I make myself scan the room to see how everyone else is effected and that doesn’t help. A room full of men just as horny as I am isn’t going to make this all more comfortable.
The couple moan and groan until finally she screams through an orgasm as they squirm together against that wall. She never lets the strand of beads break and that somehow makes me feel like she passed the test somehow… not that I know for sure what that’s what this was or anything.
The men in suits begin to leave the room, each of them nodding to the couple as they leave in some strange cult like way. I try to let that deter me from the way the rest of the ceremony made me feel. In truth, it was unlike anything I’ve ever imagined. Two people so caught up in each other that they’re not tuned in to anyone else… or was it two people wanting to show off in a room full of voyeurs? Either way… what I just witnessed will forever be a memory that I won’t forget.
A group of men stop to say a few words to Damon before he looks to find me again. He slides his hands into his pockets just before he moves to approach me. The giant bulge in his pants proves he was also effected by what we all just witnessed. Apparently, he swells to the right… because I take notice of it immediately and he definitely catches me looking. Damnit.
“Camille come with me.” Damon sounds rushed and his actions only prove that when he grabs me by the hand and leads me out of the room. We continue down a long hall and around a few corners until he’s unlocking another door.
My mind is in chaos as I fight the urges to both run from him or let him teach me to be as confident as what I just witnessed, since self-assured women seem to be his forte’.
He closes the door behind us before he slips behind a drink bar and pours us both a drink. “How do you like your whiskey?”
“What?”
“I need a drink after watching you in there. Would you like me to pour you one as well?” He downs a small glass of whatever he just poured before he adds another inch of liquid to his glass again.
“No thank you. I’m driving.”
“I can have Joe drive you home if you’d like.” He slides the jacket off his shoulder before he begins to unbutton his dress shirt. His ink covered hands have my attention as he pushes each button through the opening, revealing more of his chest with each one. I’m so focused on watching him move that I miss his question.
“Camille?”
“Uhh. Sorry, what did you say?”
“I asked you if you’re ready to talk about this job offer now.” Job? He wants to talk about a job after what we just stood through. What about fucking first and then we can talk business?
I turn to hide my look of disappointment as I respond. “Now seems like a great time.” This must be his bedroom. The room is much larger than any of the others I’ve seen. There’s more wooden furniture in here and a giant bed takes up an entire wall. I’d say it’s at least two king sized beds joined together as one. I’m not sure why someone would want a bed that large, but I can only imagine it’s so he can have more people in it.
“As you can imagine, the filming is set to capture some of the lifestyles and activities that occur in the cave. We’ve talked about doing it as a reality style live filming, with only our most prominent Doms featured, I of course being one of those.” He pauses to sit on a winged back chair, motioning me to sit in the one across from him.
“It sounds like you already have it worked out, so why is it you need me?” I sit if nothing more than to watch his reactions, hoping to see why he’s so abruptly changing his demeanor.
“Each Dom is to select someone completely new to this lifestyle and convince them to portray the submissive. And in the process we will educate others on the proper process of training to all the up and coming dominant personalities.”
“And how does this involve my writing?”
He smiles, just before his face turns serious. “It doesn’t involve your writing. I want you to be my submissive.” I stand quickly before I start to pace back and forth in front of him.
“I told you I can’t do any of this.”
“We won’t do anything you aren’t ready for. You will have full control.” He moves to stand face to face with me. Stopping me in my tracks and forcing the air deep into my chest as I hold my breath and try to think about how to respond. The slide of his hands down my arms calms me just enough for me to exhale and hear his next sentence. “You can stop anything at any time. One simple movement or word from you will end everything. It’s my job to push your boundaries, but never cross them.”
“Jesus, Damon. You want me to not only do all of this with you, but do it in front of a camera so the world can see it?” I move around him, resuming my quick pace of thinking and walking.
“We will record everything, but if you don’t want it used when we’re finished, then it will never be released.”
“And all of that will be in a contract?”
“Yes. Of Course.” He approaches me slowly, picking up on my hesitant emotions very quickly. His shirt hangs open and his tie drapes down his neck. He’s talking to me and all I notice is how concerned he is in this moment compared to the heated way he looked at me earlier.
“When would filming start?”
“As soon as possible. We’d start working as early as tomorrow if you’re still interested.” He guides me back to the chair and I sit back to make myself think about this. Can I do something like this?
“I need to think about this.”
“Of course. The money is yours to keep no matter what you decide.”
“Damon, I’m not keeping one million dollars if I don’t do this.”
“Then make it easy and say you’ll at least give it a try. We can start slow.” I watch this man in front of me and realize he’s actually making me consider such absurdities.
I begin to feel the anger build and it isn’t long and I’m absolutely livid. This isn’t me… I’ll never be able to allow someone to tie me up or let others to watch me while I have sex.
“Will you be sending me the contract so I can have my lawyers look it over? And will I be able to add restrictions?”
“Of course.” I purposely stare at him, allowing my eyes to scan over him once again before I say anything further.
“And it’ll state that anytime I want out of the contract, it will be at my own discretion?”
“Yes, as we agreed. Just have anything you want added as an addendum and I’ll sign off on the changes.” He really wants me to do this, determination written all over his face and his actions over the past few days haven’t deterred from that focus.
“Let me think about everything tonight and I’ll come see you tomorrow morning to let you know my decision.”
“I’ll have Joe pick you up.”
“Thank you.” I respond softly, hoping to reel him back into the way he was just looking at me in the other room. He glances at me for a brief second before he stands and walks toward the door.
We’re almost to the front door of the house when I hear a female voice yell Damon’s name. We both stop walking and turn to see who it is, only to find Jessica and Craig walking toward us. She’s wearing her dress again and I find it only slightly nerve wracking to look them both in the eye. I decide not to be shy and intimidated this time.
“Hi, my name is Camille. Damon forgot to introduce me to you both earlier. The smile on Jessica’s face grows larger as she holds out her tiny hand to shake mine. Craig looks over my head and nods slightly to Damon as he shakes my hand before returning it to his side just as quick.
Jessica on the other hand, reaches out once again, this time handing me a box. My surprise must be obvious on my face, because she instantly begins to convince me to open it.
The box is wrapped similar to the one she gave Craig during their ceremony. I remember the way the same silver ribbon fell to the ground as I pull it free from my own gift box. The lid slides off and my mouth falls open when I see a long strand of beads, very similar to the ones she’s wearing around her neck again.
“I can’t.”
“Part of our agreement is that we both take someone under our wing and help them find the freedom that we’ve found here. What you need may be completely different than what I needed, but I’ve chosen you as that person.”
“No I really can’t.” I try to get out of this now very awkward situation, but it isn’t working with Jessica’s insistence on me being the one. How in the fuck do I keep getting picked for the weird shit, only to have my life turned upside down and then thrown around from where I think it’s going. I’m getting damn whiplash from all of this already.
“I can tell you’re curious about things in this house. Just allow your mind to open and your possibilities will be endless. And if you ever need to talk to anyone, I’ll help you through the ropes.” She laughs and I giggle louder than I plan to when I get her subtle rope insinuation, only making everyone stare at me like I’m the only freak amongst us.
“Well, thank you.” I let my finger brush over the beads before I close the lid on them once again.
“You’re welcome. I look forward to one day watching you pass down a strand on yourself.” I look over my shoulder to see Damon looking a bit irritated as we continue to talk.
“I better get home now.” She leans in to hug me and I respond with the only thing I can think about right now. “You had a beautiful ceremony, you two are really lucky to have found someone who you can be that free with.” I throw her own use of the word freedom back at her, since I can’t disagree that she seems to have found that in Craig… or at least it appeared that way in the single hour that I’ve been near them.
Damon touches the small of my back as he opens the front door, guiding me away from the two. “Good night.” I quickly get the words out before he closes the door behind us.
“Did I do something wrong?” He’s walking in a haste toward my car. Luckily this walkway is long enough that I can attempt to get an answer. He doesn’t respond until we’re almost half way to my car.
“No. Why do you ask?” His steps become slower and I take a deep breath before I finally feel like I can just put it out there… after all, if he doesn’t like what I have to say, he’ll just fire me and I can go back to my bed-office and my normal non-dramatic life tomorrow.
“Because one minute you’re telling me you don’t want any of those fuckers to watch you fuck me for the first time, then the next you can’t get me out of the house fast enough.” He stops mid-step, turning to grip my arms to face me before he replies. He looks into my eyes, then at my chin, my chest, my forehead… everywhere but back into my eyes.
“You want a clear divide between business and anything else you take part in. I’m giving you that, because first and foremost I need you to want to work with me above anything else. As much as you don’t want to disrupt a business relationship with me, I can’t have anything ruin it either. This will all be for show and we both have to agree to that. When it’s all over, we move on without any strings attached.” He finally looks into my eyes and it’s as clear as day how serious he is about this. Wow.
I’m not sure what caused the sudden change of attraction on his part, but I’m finally getting what I asked for. I guess next time I should be a little more clear about what I want when I yell at him.