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  “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 ey
es 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.

  Chapter Twelve

  My drive home is quiet… I mean I guess it should be since I’m the only one in the car, but I even turned off the radio so I could think. I find myself pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex, not even recalling part of my drive home. I’ve been zoned out trying to make sense of that man and the turmoil he’s created for me.

  I set my purse on my dresser and catch a glimpse of the phone he made me take that first day. Sadly, my fucked up mind has to know if he’s called it or tried to text me even though he now knows my real phone number. It’s even more pathetic that I’m pissy when I see that he hasn’t bothered.

  The bath water running is the greatest sound I’ve heard all day. My feet are killing me from the last few days being mostly spent in those fucking heels. I toss in a bath bomb before I hit my favorite playlist on the stereo.

  I set my phone on the counter and melt into the bathtub, moaning in relaxation as the hot water surrounds me. This is the perfect way to end this insane day, although the sexy music isn’t doing much to help calm my overactive sex drive.

  The cooling mask over my eyes, should help bring me back to my happy place… or something I need to focus on, like not wanting to have sex. I mean if I could go back to wanting to cut a dick off and hating men right about now, that would be amazing. But noooo… Mr. Darkness continues to haunt me even when he’s not anywhere near me.

  My phone vibrates on the counter and I tell myself that I’m not allowed to look at it until I’m done relaxing in this tub. My mind begins to imagine what he’s texted, because who else would it be besides my sister?

  When I don’t get a second or a third text right away, I know it’s Damon. Maybe he’s apologizing for sending the mixed signals… or maybe he’s just checking to make sure I made it home okay. He’s done that a few times in the short time since I’ve met him.

  Jesus, I can’t even relax wondering what he’s doing. This is ridiculous.

  I stand quickly, the soap suds dripping down my body as I reach for the phone.

  Damon: I look forward to working with you, Camille.

  There it is Cami… he’s finally drawn the line agreeing to work with you, you need to take him up on that, especially when there’s no way in hell you can please a man of his standards in those settings he’s bound to put you in.” I slide back under the bubbles, placing my phone down on the counter once again.

  I soak in the tub until the water turns cold, then even fill it again with more hot water, just so I don’t have to get out. No matter how hard I try not to think about Damon, it’s not working. The man has wedged his way under my skin and I can already tell it’s going to be difficult to do any of this without letting him get to me like he did today.

  It’s something I’ll have to work on, whether I use my efforts to make him question his desires when it comes to me or if I help by keeping it strictly business, which sounds fucking horrible at this point in my day.

  I slide under the covers, not bothering to put on any clothes. The silk sheets feel nice on my skin and I find myself wishing tonight had gone different. Allowing the images of what I witnessed today flash through my mind, I can’t help but slide my hand between my legs to feel how it all affected me. I’m heated, still wet from my bath and tender to the touch. Needless to say, I’m horny as fuck and irritated that I’m this worked up with no one to take it out on.

  Slipping my fingers through my wetness again, I feel jaded and deprived of what I truly crave. A man. A tall, dark and mysterious man that I can’t get out of my damn mind to save my soul.

  I want to feel the tickle of his facial hair and even clinch the small muscles beneath my hand only making me chase a release even further. Remembering the little gift my sister brought me over a year ago, I spring from the bed and rush to my dresser to scrounge for it. Feeling a surge of relief when I find it, I quickly unwrap the package and flip the little switch to make sure the batteries still work. When the little silver bullet begins to vibrate in my hand, I move quickly to the bathroom to wash it well, since this will be the first time I’ve used it.

  Grabbing my phone, I close the text notification from Damon and slide back into bed. Laying frozen in thought, I decide to respond to his message before I continue whatever it is I was about to do.

  Me: I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

  Damon: Are you thinking about my offer?

  Me: Yes.

  Damon: Let me call you.

  Me: No.

  My phone begins to ring shortly after I send my last text. I don’t answer it, just to prove to him that he won’t call all the shots.

  Damon: I’ll be over shortly to talk about it if you don’t answer this next phone call.

  Fuck. I know he’s serious and won’t hesitate in the slightest to come over here to bang down the door to prove his point.

  “Hello.” I answer on the third ring.

  “So you’re thinking about doing this with me?”

  “I am.” I move the silver bullet around in my hand as he starts to talk.

  “Do you have any questions for me?”

  “Yes. Just one.” I shift until I’m sitting up against the pillows in my bed. “Why me?”

  “Because I can tell you’re curious.”

  “But what if I can’t do what you need me to do. It would be humiliating.”

  “I don’t need you to do anything, except open your mind and let me take you places. If you decide it’s too much, we go back. It’s simple.”

  “Are you going to cut me?”

  “If that’s something you think you’ll be into.”

  “Uh no.” He begins to laugh, making me feel a little better about all of this.

  “So what you’re telling me is we’ll be having crazy sex and I just need to remember its all for show.”

  “You catch on quick. See I knew you were perfect, but the sex won’t happen for awhile.”

  “What?” I should’ve just let him continue instead of hastily asking him why we can’t have sex soon. I sound like a whore… well I am holding a vibrator halfway thinking about using it while his deep voice continues to come through the phone.

  “Patience and endurance are something we have to work on first.” My shoulders fall as he says it. I already know I won’t have either of those any time soon. I’m pretty sure I’d lose my shit with the slightest touch between my legs right now.

  “I’ll need you to stay here for two weeks.”

  “Two weeks?” This is the first I’m hearing of having to stay with him, but just thinking about two people needing to bond like this, it’ll take time to make that happen.

  “Yes that’s how long I have to train you, so we’ll need to spend every second working on it.”

  “I thought you said we can stop anytime I need to.”

  “I did, but that doesn’t mean we’ll stop all together, we’ll just redirect where we’re headed.” I stop asking questions and just lay back against my headboard even further. I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but I am.

  “Will I see you in the morning?”

  “Possibly.” I leave him guessing, because I need to sleep on this. And I need to get past this horny school girl feeling that has me craving his every word. “Goodnight, Mr. Darkness.”

  “Goodnight Camille.” I hang up first, but instantly flip the switch to power on my vibrator, sliding it just over my clit before I drop the phone on my bed. Clicking the power up a few notches, I’m quickly squirming and moaning as the vibrations send me quivering through an orgasm. I’m almost to that point of euphoria when I hear it. “That was quick… just wait for the first one I allow you to have. It’ll make that one seem like child’s play.” Oh my Godddd… Damon’s voice echoes near my ea
r.

  “What?”

  “You called. I assumed you wanted me to listen.”

  “Damnit. Go away.” And this time I make sure the phone is hung up… and shut off. Jesus, how can I ever face that man again.

  I can’t. There, that makes this decision easy. I’m not cut out for all of this kinky stuff. I drop the vibrator in the drawer and roll over, not the slightest bit satisfied.

  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.