Chapter Thirteen
A small amount of sunlight sneaking through my curtain is all I see when I open my eyes to the sound of banging. I sit up quickly, searching for my phone only to remember I shut it off last night.
“Ms. Richards.” I hear Joe’s voice echo through my front door when I reach for the light switch. I’m still tying my robe when I open the door just enough to see him. “Ms. Richards. I’m here to take you to Mr. Deverick.”
“Tell him I’ve changed my mind.” I close the door quickly, turning the lock once again.
“Ma’am… he’s waiting in the limo for you. We both know if I don’t bring you out, he’ll be the next one knocking on your door.” Shit. I stop retreating to my bedroom and twirl around to once again unlock the door.
“Tell him I need an hour, then we can go over his contract.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And Joe… please don’t call me ma’am.”
“I’m sorry… what would you prefer I call you?”
“Call me Cami.” I smile just before I close the door and freak out about having to face Damon in an hour. He’s relentless and I know he won’t leave all of this alone until he’s either made me insane enough to give in… which I was extremely close to doing last night.
He has a way of convincing me to do things I ordinarily wouldn’t even consider. Yet again, I find myself rushing around to get dressed for this man while he waits for me outside my apartment.
Most men aren’t this patient. Which is weird because he seems to be anything but patient with everything else.
How in the hell can I even consider facing him after what happened last night? “Oh please, the man runs a sex house.” I actually start talking to myself as I turn my phone on and begin to scrounge through my closet in search of something to wear. “I need to go shopping… this is ridiculous.” I slide the bulk of my close toward the front, making more room for me to see what’s deep in the back hiding. After a few hangers, I find a white sundress that’s going to be perfect with the pair of sandals I also grab before I jump in the shower.
No matter how this conversation will go, I know I want to look much more presentable than I did last night. I learned my lesson big time with that.
I’m still in the shower when I hear my phone vibrating. Reaching around the curtain, I consider not answering it when I see his number light up my screen, but out of sheer hope he’s simply calling to cancel this entire fiasco, I accept his call.
“So you’d like to start our training in the shower?” I step to the farthest edge of my shower to avoid the water.
“No.”
“I was just reminding you to pack any personal items you may want. You won’t need any clothes; I’ll be providing you with everything you’ll need.” I can only imagine what he’ll have me wearing.
“We still need to talk.”
“Would you like me to come up to your apartment?” I consider the alternative… me getting into his limo. His space, where he has the advantage.
“That would actually work best for me.”
“I’ll be up shortly.” I disconnect the call, this time not rushing to finish my shower, finding a little bit of peace knowing he’ll be waiting for me at the door. I brush my hair and slip on my robe before I open the door for him, even though I heard him knocking the second I turned the water off.
“That’s the last time I wait for you. From now on you’re not allowed to lock any doors that will keep me from getting to you.” He walks past me with perfect posture in another dark like he owns the place. “If you want to spend anytime at your house in the next few weeks, I’ll need a key.”
“Again, you assume that I’m saying yes.”
“You haven’t said no.”
“Actually, yes I have… multiple times, but you seem to only hear what you want to hear.” He follows me into my bedroom as I grab the dress and sandals and close the bathroom door to get dressed. I lock the door and he of course tests the knob shortly after I do.
“Camille. Will you always be this rebellious?”
I slide the dress over my head and position my boobs just right before I respond. “Possibly. Can you handle that?” Looking in the mirror, I listen for his reply and start to put my makeup on.
“I guess that’s something we’ll have to work through. You know it would be much easier on both of us if you’d cut all of that out so we could get straight to all the good stuff.”
“Good stuff, huh.”
“You have no idea.” I open the door to let some fresh air in, the steam still thick from the shower I just took. He appears in an instant, pulling me against his body before taking my still wet hair into one hand, rubbing it as though he’s mesmerized by it. “You smell amazing.”
“Thank you, but let’s skip all of this flirting stuff so I can talk to you with an open mind.” He drops my hair, still looking into my eyes when he takes a small step back, allowing space between us.
“I’ll wait for you in the other room... but if I hear that vibrator again, I’m coming back in.”
“Oh my God… how embarrassing.” I pretty much want to slam the bathroom door at this point and never come out. He starts laughing as he walks away with that fucking cocky strut of his. Jesus, why is that so sexy.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it won’t be long and nothing will shame you when you’re around me.” He yells from the other room and I take a long look at myself in the mirror and a real deep breath before I just take the plunge and go talk to him about all of this. If he wants this to be with me, he will have to understand that I’ll have lots of questions.
“Alright. I get that you want me to do this with you and I’m sure you’ve gathered just how sheltered I’ve been in the kink department prior to this. I’m just not sure what I’m getting in to, if that makes sense. I’m going to need understanding and communication.”
“You will learn to communicate in many ways, Camille. It won’t be long and I’ll be able to read your exact thoughts just by watching how you move… how you breathe.” His eyes turn dark as he takes my hand and guides me to sit next to him on the couch. “I will understand everything there is to know about you. If you free your mind of any limitations, the possibilities are endless. But… you have to give yourself to the idea of all of this and trust me as your Dom. With trust, everything else will fall in place.”
I nod, taking in everything he’s saying. “It’s just the filming part that has me nervous. I’m a very private person.”
“If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll hide your identity with a mask in all the taped scenes. I’ve already set it up where there won’t be any photographers or staff running the cameras. Everything will be pre-set and you and I will view it before it goes to editing. If you want anything removed… we cut it out. It’s simple Camille. This will be our experience first… we will only share what you want to with the world.”
“I like the idea of a mask and thank you for allowing me to have so much say in what gets released.” Feeling slightly better about all of it, I finally decide to go for the trial period idea I came up with last night. “Can we do a trial run on it all… maybe at least allow me one time without cameras to see how I do.”
“The inexperienced part is what we’re wanting to capture. That’s why I can’t have sex with you or do anything more before we begin.”
“And if I say no to all of this?”
“Then I have to find someone else to complete the project.” He sits back… so definite in his response that it actually hits me deep inside. I don’t like how I hated hearing his nonchalant answer, but I did ask for it. It is pretentious of me to think he’d only consider doing this with me, even though he’s made me feel like I’m the perfect person for the job.
I’m sure he could find hundreds of women who would love to be in my exact position right now, while I’m here second guessing myself about what I’m about to say.
“Let’s go with the mask. When will we begin?”
“Right now.”