Chapter Eighteen
I open my eyes to a dark room. Sliding my arm across the large bed, I search for a warm body, hoping he’s here with me. I’m disappointed when he isn’t.
Sitting up, I try to allow my eyes to adjust and acclimate to the shadows in the room. His deep voice is the next thing I hear. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. But why aren’t you in bed?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” I slide back against the headboard and prop a pillow behind me like I always do at him. I can’t see him very well, but the dark silhouette of him in the chair is visible.
“How long was I out?”
“Five hours.”
“What now?”
“You wanted to talk… this is the only time the cameras won’t be running.” I pull the cover over my naked chest and cross my legs to think about all the questions I had for him. I’m mentally wore out and can’t think of anything pressing, so I just go with a simple one.
“How did you learn about me?”
“I was given files on women that my assistant had seen on social media to fill the position. I wanted someone in the area and she found you.” I realize instantly that he’s done his research and knows about my history with Brock. I choose not to bring up the past and ask another question.
“Are you looking for a relationship outside of this set up?” I hear him shift in the chair, proving that I’ve made him uncomfortable.
“Possibly, but I have obligations to tend to before I can think of anyone long term.” I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds like he has baggage… well so do I. Doesn’t everyone?
“Why do you shy away from sex with me?” This is the main question I want to know about. How can he be as flirtatious as he has with me, then turn it all off as if I don’t affect him in the slightest.
“I have to. As part of this project, there’s certain rules we have to follow. Like, I can’t have sex with you off camera. Everything has to be documented.” The octave in his voice drops even deeper as if that restriction makes him upset.
“Do you not want to have sex with me?”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
“Then why haven’t you tried… even with the cameras on?”
“Because you’re not ready.”
“I’m not a virgin, you know.”
“I know you’re not. But all of this is different Camille.”
“Not really. Two people getting each other off… sounds normalish to me.” His laughter bellows through the room making me smile. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Truth?”
“Yes.”
“I needed some space after watching you open yourself to me.” His words have me sliding out of bed and tip-toeing across the room until I’m within reach of him. I brush my fingers up the arm that’s draped over the arm of the chair hoping he’ll move in a way to connect us quickly, but he doesn’t.
“So you want to have sex with me… I want to have sex with you… what is the problem here?” I fail at my attempt to talk sexy to him, the only thing I know is straight up real talk, but it seems to work. He pulls me down onto his lap, his bulge twitching under my legs. He releases a sexy as fuck moan when I move my hips to get even closer to him.
“I’ve been replaying our scene from last night in my mind and I’m still hard as fuck.” I slide my hand down and grip the thickness through the material of his pants.
“I see that.”
“Did you have any other questions for me?” I love that he’s spending this time off camera to check on me.
“Will you be ready to go out of this room to train today?” He pulls my hand into his, sliding my fingers over his lips while he speaks.
“What do you mean?”
“We need to set up a few scenes in the cave and work through the experience of those.”
“Do you mean like the ones you had me watch the other day?”
“Yes.”
“Who chooses what we do?”
“I will.” I don’t ask the next obvious repetitive question. This time making myself trust him and his knowledge of this lifestyle in hopes he has been able to read what I like and wont throw me into anything I can’t handle .
“I’ll try.”
“Alright, let’s get started then. I’ll go prep the room… you take a shower and be ready in thirty minutes.”
I shower quickly, even taking the time to shave again. Being this up close and personal makes you very aware of your body… not to mention he’s wanting me to go outside of the room today. I’m wrapped in a robe, hoping he’ll allow me to wear it when we go through the house.
My nerves are getting the best of me and for some reason I’m even more jittery with him not near me. You’d think it would be the opposite, but for some reason he makes me feel safe.
Damon returns and before long he’s guiding to one of the play rooms. When we enter, another Dom is using half of the room… I’m guessing to prepare for his own scene. The two men say a few words to each other, both pointing in my direction before the other guy leaves the room.
I kneel patiently like Damon taught me to do when we first started this process, staying perfectly quiet and hoping he can see that I’m really trying. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a man yelling derogatory remarks as he gets closer. It’s only a few seconds until the same man is back in the room, yanking the girl he’s with around the room.
His movements are crude when he shoves her down, making her fall to her knees. A sharp intake of air breaks my silence, but I fight with everything inside me not to interrupt there thing. I’ve learned my lesson with this.
“She’s yours until sun up. That gives you three hours.” He shouts at Damon just before he leaves the room. The girl is sobbing, making me feel sympathetic and scrambling to try to help her.
“On your feet.” Damon’s dark voice echoes through the room, sending both myself and the other girl to our feet. “Stand here Camille. And Kris… you stand here.” He points to two opposite sides of a flat square made of metal tubing. I notice a hook in the center of it and can’t imagine what it’s for.
“Camille… robe off, now. And both of you kneel.” We’re facing opposite of each other when I slide my silk material off my shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. Damon kicks it to the side when he gets near then moves my legs so that I’m straddling the metal before he latches me in place.
I hear two more latches and assume they’re for her. He pulls my wrists together, this time actually tying them tight behind my back. He must connect us together, because I can feel a tug when he’s working on hers.
Sure enough, he pulls her to her feet, sending me bent backwards to cover the tension in the rope. “You two will need to learn to work together, without ever saying a word to each other. Your job is to satisfy your Dom at all costs… sometimes that’s allowing him what he wants. At times that may not be you.” My insides twinge just thinking about him trying to have sex with another woman while I’m in the room. I know this is supposed to be for show, but I’ve had to think more of him than that just to allow myself to come into this house and attempt this.
Damon circles us both and it’s only a few seconds before the other girl allows some slack in the rope to relieve me just slightly. My muscles are already burning from our earlier escapades, but I can only imagine what she’s been through.
“Take turns standing. You’ll hear an alarm when it’s time to switch.” He places chains over my shoulders weighing me down. Then I hear him do the same to her.
I really wish it was just me in this room, but it’s not. I don’t miss the irony that I was just feeling lonely not that long ago. I want to dislike her out of jealousy, but given the situation we’re both in, it’s hard to do. She has to be just as scared as I am.
Chapter Nineteen
I’ve been counting between alarms. Two minutes. That’s how long it is before we have to switch positions. The fall to our knees is brutal, no doubt bringing bruises and cuts out with each switch.
I haven’t made a sound. She hasn’t tried to talk to me, which I’m so thankful for. I hear the door open just after I’m allowed to stand for the tenth time. I’m gritting my teeth and holding my mouth closed when Damon returns.
He looks me up and down before he moves behind me… I’m assuming so he can inspect her as well.
“You passed my endurance test.” I watch him slide a knife from the sheath just before he cuts us free. “Very flexible… not all submissives can do what I just had you both do. Many would’ve bailed.” He’s speaking directly to me even though he’s loud enough for her to hear as well.
“Are you up for more?”
Even though I’m not sure I am, I nod yes to him. I’m not one to admit defeat very easily, so it’ll take something extreme for me to end this now that I’ve started.
His strong hands massage my shoulders and arms, bringing the feeling back to everything as he does. “This is after care. A good Dom will always relieve you once you’re finished. I glance down at my legs and hate how tore up they look. Now I’m aching for a hot bath.
“Camille… assume the position and don’t move until I call for you.” I slowly move to my knees, wincing as I make contact. He frees the other woman and even massages her just like he did me.
I don’t like how this makes me feel, but I push down any emotions for the sake of getting through this with my dignity.
It’s when he bends her over a massage table that I really get worried, which appears to be justified when I watch him take a dildo out of a package and begin to move toward her.
He’s watching me as he drips the lube on it… I’m sure expecting me to react. Even though it tears me up inside, I simply look at the floor in front of me and block out what he does from there.
The longer I kneel here, the more my legs ache and the more my mind stirs around the shit storm I’m allowing to take over. The vibrating sounds become my undoing.
I swallow what little pride I have before I stand to my feet and leave the room. There’s really no need for a ‘safe word’ at this point. I didn’t sign up to be involved in orgies, nor will I ever. It was bad enough to process that this would all be recorded and used for a damn film.
The door to his room slams against the wall when I push through it in a haste to get my bag. I toss it on the bed and unzip it, wadding everything up and tossing it in.
“Camille… what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m getting the fuck out of here. I didn’t sign up for this shit.” I’m a whirlwind of insanity, even though I’m fighting like hell to contain it all. He seems to have this effect on me.
“I’ll take you home.”
“No I’ll be just fine.” My movements are proof of just how pissed I am. “I refuse to be degraded another second.” He approaches me carefully before he slides his palms down my arms. A move that always seems to slow the chaos just enough for me to hear what he has to say.
“Is that how you feel? Degraded?” His expression is sincere and almost hurt looking as he waits for me to respond.
“Yes.”
“It’s a process… one that we’ve just begun. Your thinking will change if you just give me time to show you everything.”
“Damon… I just can’t share. I can’t stand the way I felt when I saw you back there. I can only assume that’s the beginning of even more fucked up mind games and I can’t handle it.” Tears begin to form and that’s when he takes a deep breath and accepts his defeat.
“Let me take you home. Please. I insist.”
“Fine, but don’t even consider trying to convince me to do this movie shit with you again. I’ll return your money.” I turn quickly to avoid his somber look and zip up my suitcase. I slip on a pair of shorts and a tank top in a rush just before I head straight for the door.
He follows behind me this time. Not sure if he’s giving me space or if he’s picked up that I’m half murderous at this point. My heart beats out of control and the deep sadness, that I always try to avoid is seeping its way back inside me. This is why I really don’t like to be around people. Men specifically.
Joe is waiting with the limo as I approach the walkway making this exit much easier. The ride to my apartment is silent even though the partition is up. Damon sitting next to me, still without a shirt on. He doesn’t attempt to persuade me to come back or understand the logic that is that lifestyle.
Damon exits the limo as soon as Joe stops the car at my apartment. While Joe is gathering my bag, Damon holds out his hand to help me from the backseat. I don’t take his offer of help and instead get out on my own. Call it an expression of independence… but it’s more like I’m afraid to let him touch me out of fear that I’ll fall back into his clutches.
He escorts me to my apartment with my suitcase in hand, without saying a word. I’m getting more curious how this goodbye will go since I don’t plan to allow him in.
Once I unlock and turn the knob, he uses his palm to open the door. I stop in the door way and turn to face him. “I’m sorry I can’t be who you wanted me to be.” His left eye twitches causing me to look down before I continue. “I hope you find…” He lets go of the suitcase and picks me up with one arm, throwing me over his shoulder.
He somehow manages to get my bag inside and close the door before he slides me down his chest and pins me against the back of my door. “You are exactly who I want you to be. Jesus Camille, I can’t stand not touching you.” He grips both of my wrists at my sides. “I can’t fucking stand how hurt you looked back there.” He surrounds my face with both of his palms, forcing me to look at him while he continues to talk. “You do realize everything I did was to test your boundaries. I was watching you in that room… you were the one I could feel when your emotions changed and I instantly handed her the toy.” He’s grinding against me slowly, distracting me from coming up with anything clever to say to him, but knowing he picked up on what I was feeling… and he stopped, means a lot to me.
He leans forward to kiss me and the very second that I let him he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. We continue to kiss while he carries me to my bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed and crawls over me, holding himself up so that his face is even with mine. “I want you, Camille. But I won’t go any further if this isn’t something you want as well.”
I nod yes and slide my finger nails across his back to pull him down on me. Hell yes I want him like this. This man may have just put me through insanity, but I’ve always found him sexually attractive. I’ve been craving him… internally begging him to lay me down and fuck me.
He’s straddling me one second and flipping us over the next so that I’m on top of him. He doesn’t waste any time stripping my tank top over my head and wrapping his arms around my torso, kissing my neck softly. He falls back, taking me with him and kissing me more passionately than I’ve ever been kissed before.
Everything is slow and precise, unlike what I expected him to be like in bed. He takes his time kissing me all over, making me feel special.
He rolls us over again until I’m on my back and then slides off the bed to take off his pants. He yanks my shorts from my hips before he crawls between my legs and starts kissing my stomach, inching lower as he continues.
I shift my hips toward him as he gets closer, taking in how his facial hair feels tickling my sensitive skin. His tongue feels amazing, but it’s the soft groan he makes when he’s down there that gets to me.
He slides over me, moving so that his cock is at my entrance while he uses one hand to roll a condom on. In a swift movement, he enters me, taking me up the sheets a little further with every thrust of his hips.
Eventually he’s fucked me until I’m starting to hang off the other side of the bed, making the blood rush to my head and building my orgasm even higher.
He doesn’t stop after my first orgasm, in fact, we have sex for hours, never realizing what time it is since my room is pitch black with the curtain closed.
We finally collapse against the bed and I expect him to leave, but he doesn’t. He pulls me against his chest and begins to fall asleep. I fight the urge to talk to him and ruin the moment with anything either of us might say, but I don’t win.
“Who are you Damon Deverick?”
“What?”
“I don’t know anything about you. Where are you from… what is it you actually do?
“I’m from California and I own a few clubs there and of course about five here.” He moves closer against my back, and I notice how perfect we seem to fit together. “I have a brother and two sisters. My parents are still together and can’t imagine that I haven’t found the perfect woman yet to give them grandchildren.”
“My mom is ridiculous like that. My dad has never been in the picture and I have one sister... you met her.”
We both talk back and forth for a few minutes, exposing more about ourselves with each question.
“Do you like normal sex as well as sex with all of those toys.” He flips me over and climbs on top of me the second I ask about sex.
“I like amazing sex. I love sex with you. I don’t care about anything else.”
“So you would be able to walk away from the cave and that lifestyle if that’s what someone you care about needed?”
“I did tonight didn’t I?” He slips down quickly to kiss my lips before he rolls over behind me once again, pulling me back into place. I don’t say another word because my heart is in my chest just thinking about what he just said. I’m sure it’ll all change tomorrow and he’ll look for a reason to lose my number.