Page 19 of Below the Surface
“Oh, God.”
I pull back. “Did I ask you something?”
“No.”
My gaze pins her in place. “Go to the bedroom, Cameron. Get on the bed.” She looks mildly afraid. I remain stoic. We’ve discussed how these scenes might unfold. I also know talking about something is not the same as experiencing it. Looking at Cameron, I fall deeper in love. This is the first of many bridges we’ve yet to cross. It’s not meant to test her trust in me, but it will—I know that, too. My eyes stay with hers. “Now, Cam. Get on the bed. On your knees and elbows. Face the wall.” I place my hand over her heart and feel the thumping. “Cameron.”
She sucks in a shaky breath and pulls away from me. I’m relieved when she turns down the hallway. I need a moment to gather myself. I’ve played the dominant role for more than one person. As I steady my breathing, I realize I’ve never been in love with any of them—not the way I love Cameron. It takes me by surprise. She needs this more than I do. But I need it, too—to feel her submit to me, to put all her trust in me to care for her because that’s what I want more than anything—to care for Cameron. It takes me a few minutes to steady myself. I grab two bottles of water before heading to the bedroom. Cameron is spread out on my bed exactly as I envisioned. I move behind her and caress her backside. “Beautiful,” I tell her. “And unsure.” I place the bottles on the bedside table.
She tenses.
I kiss the small of her back and step away to undress. “You left me a note last week,” I say. I see her back arch and smile. She realizes what is about to happen. “I read it. Over and over.” I finish undressing and pull a strap-on out of my closet. I secure it around my waist and move closer to her. Cameron’s breathing is already labored. I climb onto the bed behind her and press myself against her until she gasps. I can tell her excitement competes with anxiety. I crawl up beside her and kiss her cheek. “Give me a safe word, Cameron.” She flinches. “Cam?”
“Basil.”
I chuckle. Cameron is constantly complaining I use too much basil when I cook. “Basil it is. You can use that word at any time, Cam. You need to know it won’t upset me if you use it—no matter what. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I pull her face toward me. The raw vulnerability and emotion in her eyes tempt me to speak my truth. I hold back. For now. “Cameron, do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I murmur against her lips before stepping back. “Stay just like that,” I command softly, my eyes tracing every curve of her body. My fingers lightly glide over her spine, eliciting a sigh from her. I move my hand down to her thighs, caressing them before delivering a firm smack. She gasps, and I wait for her response. Her body arches towards me, telling me she wants more. “Your body speaks for you, Cameron.” I brush my lips against the middle of her back as my hands massage her backside. Pulling away, I give her another stinging slap on the opposite cheek. This time, she slips forward and moans. I pull her underwear to the side and tease her with a fingertip, exploring the warmth that greets my touch. I delve deep into her with two fingers, twisting my hand as I retract them slowly. “Do you think you deserve more, Cameron?”
“Please.”
I thrust my fingers into her deeply. “I know what you desire, Cameron.” I spread the wetness from her center backward, teasing her tight opening with a fingertip. “This is what you want. You were so afraid to tell me you had to leave me a little note.”
She quivers at my words.
“So ashamed to want to be filled,” I say. I tease her asshole while my fingers continue to dive deep inside her. Her hips rock against my hand, seeking more. I take a deep breath, withdraw my fingers, and hop off the bed. I hear Cameron’s faint cry of protest and chuckle. She’ll learn to let go of her embarrassment and tell me what she needs, and I know how to coax it from her. I return to my closet and retrieve a small plug and a bottle of lube I purchased a few days after she left me the note. I can see her straining to hold her position as I return.
“Next time, I’ll cuff you to the bed,” I tell her.
Cameron whimpers. I pull her underwear to her ankles and tease her with the plug, sliding it through her wetness, over her clit, and back again. I drip some lube down her ass and use the plug to tease the opening. “Have you ever done this, Cameron?”
“No.”
My heart expands greater than my desire. It requires an immense degree of trust to give this much intimacy to someone. Cameron is a gentle soul, afraid of her desires and desperate to have someone fulfill them. I’m amazed and awed that she chose me. She tenses with excitement and fear. I tease her clit, circling it gently with my finger. We have so much to discover together. Tonight is another step forward into a bigger world. “Easy,” I say. I spread her legs and press the tip of my finger against her hole. “Easy,” I tell her.
“Piper?”
“I didn’t tell you to speak, Cam.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Relax,” I say. “It’s all right. Feel me right now. Breathe, Cameron.”
I slow my movement and wait as her muscles relax. Her breathing slows, and her body finally obeys me. I press the plug gently into her. Cameron gasps. I wait until she’s adjusted slightly and press further. I move it deeper, and her moan registers between my legs. “Are you all right?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she pants.
“Good.” I wiggle the plug slightly and smile when she arches to bring it deeper. “Yes,” I hiss. “You fucking want it so bad, Cam. You’re so fucking wet. Jesus.” I circle her clit with a fingertip. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck someone so badly. My entire body thrums with excitement. Little by little, Cameron’s shyness and apprehension fade as her excitement swells. I reach beside me and pour some lube onto the dildo. I never want to hurt Cameron. People mistake the pleasure of pain with the pain of hurt. It isn’t the same. I position the dildo against her opening and slide the tip inside, and Cameron groans. I slide into her cautiously until she pushes back against me. I set my rhythm steady and deep. Easy, but forceful. She pants and presses back urgently, seeking more, and I wish I knew what it felt like inside her. “Tell me, Cam. Tell me right now what you want.”
“Harder.”
I should have expected that reply. I didn’t. I thrust into her forcefully. “Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me, Cameron. You want me to fuck you?”