My internal muscles clench and a feeling of absolute pleasure rolls through me, making me feel a little lightheaded. He’s not touched me, just his words have me almost coming on the spot.
“It wasn’t just about sex either, watching you sleep, looking at you while you were at your most vulnerable. I wanted to make everything right in your world, Kitten, hold ya, keep ya safe.” He sighs and gives a little shrug. “Take away all the pain. But I knew if I touched ya, that would be it for me. I’d be done like a kipper.” I smile at his analogy and realise that what he wanted to do for me Monday is exactly what I want to do for him right now.
“You have no problem touching me now and it’s only five days later.”
“No, well, we’ve talked since then. We’re making a go of things and I’ve every faith in us making this work and I’m pretty sure you feel the same.”
“I told you in Australia how I felt.”
“You were drunk and an emotional mess when I saw you in Australia. Then your cousin opened her big gob and you pulled your usual little stunt and stormed off.”
I smile at him. “I do like a dramatic exit, don’t I.”
“Yes, you do,” he replies, trying and failing to stop his lips forming a smile.
“But then I’m a spoilt princess who likes to get everything her own way.”
“Yes, you are.” The light has returned to his eyes and I know that for now, I have my Cam back, the Cam not eating himself alive with the guilt a pregnant junkie is causing.
“Take your bra off, Kitten.” Whoa, whoa, whoa. I thought I was taking charge here?
“If you ask me nicely, Tiger, I might consider it.”
“I’m not asking at all, Kitten. I’m telling. Now take your fucking bra off and your knickers, then come here.”
“I’m not wearing knickers. It’s a thong.”
“Call them whatever the fuck you like, just take them off.”
I stand up straight and pull my shoulders back. I’m not going to fight him. He probably needs to feel a little in control right now, and truth be told, I like it when he takes charge. As much as I struggle with being told what to do, once I let go, I actually love shutting my brain off from the world and just enjoying whatever it is he wants to do to me, but just for a few seconds, I’m gonna let him think he’s got a battle on his hands.
I fold my arms over my chest, cock my hip to the side and turn my foot out then just look at him. He rubs his hand over the weeks’ worth of stubble covering his jaw, and as usual when I look at it, I think about how much I love the feel of it up the inside of my thigh. I reach behind me and undo the clasp, letting my bra fall down my arms and off, not taking my eyes from his for a second. He nods his head towards my thong and I really want to tell him to hold his fucking horses. I’m getting to them, but I bite my tongue, then hook my thumbs either side of my hips and pull them down.
I stand up straight and watch him as he looks me over. My eyes can’t help but look at his crotch. I hope I’ve distracted him enough that he can get a hard on. The bulge in his jeans tells me I have.
“Come here,” he says quietly. “Now.” I walk towards him and he surprises me by lifting me up and sitting me down on the cold bench top. I wince as my bare arse hits the cold black granite. “Lay back, bend your knees and open your legs.” I look him square in the eye for a few seconds. He raises his eyebrows expectantly. Instead of doing as he’s asked, I reach out to pull his T-shirt. I want him to kiss me, or at least touch me, but he steps away before I reach him. “Nah ah, Kitten, hands off.”
I’m sitting naked on his bench top, my legs dangling over the side, desperate to make him happy, and for some reason, that thought suddenly makes me want to cry. The realisation that I want to make him happy, want to please him, has tears stinging the backs of my eyes and I’ve no idea why.
“Lay back, bend your knees and open your legs. I won’t tell you again.” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip and open my legs. His eyes move from my face to between my thighs and I feel a little surge of power. I lay back and pull my knees up. “Put your arms at your side and close your eyes.” I do exactly as he says. I feel completely exposed and extremely turned on. I hear him moving around and I think he’s taking off his clothes.
Laying here like this, eyes closed, legs open and doing exactly as he tells me to, goes so against my nature that I’m actually fighting with my eyes to keep them closed. I don’t know why I struggle so badly with taking orders but I do. I’ve had a defiant streak in me my entire life which has often led me to make bad choices, and I’m actually glad Cam challenges me like this.
I hear the fridge door open and I think the clink of a bottle. What the fuck? Is he getting himself another drink, while I lay here like this?