A Dom for Christmas by Raven McAllan Read Free Book Online

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pulling, you’ve mentioned. I’m as sure as hell not giving you any more
ammunition. Things I do and you know what they mean, or—” She winked. “—you
think you do. I’m not telling.”
    “Lady-mine, watch yourself.”
Try as he might, Cam knew he hadn’t managed to keep his dominance out of his
tone. “You might not have a sore head now, but I could easily increase your
area of pain, both pleasant and not. No, do not look at me as if I’ve grown
three heads. You know fine well, anything we do is consensual.”
    Angelina titled her head to one
side and stared at him in a considering manner. Cam stayed silent, waiting,
wondering. Not about what she was thinking or whether she agreed, but if she
really did understand what he was trying to say.
    “I know, Sir.”
    That was all, but those three
words sent a surge of heat through him. The title “Sir,” said in such a way,
was cock stirring to the extreme.
    “And you remember we have words
to ensure we are both happy with what we do?”
    “Um.” She twisted so she was looking
into his eyes. “My Lord, are you open-minded?”
    What was she hinting at? Cam
had no idea. However, the thought that she might not believe him open to new
ideas was hurtful. But then, if she had lost parts—if not all—of her memory,
how could she know? For the first time, Cam accepted he might well have an
uphill struggle to get their lives to the stage they had been at prior to the
attack. It was something through those long weeks of watching and waiting he
hadn’t thought of. All his thoughts had been on urging her to open her eyes and
come back to him.
    “I believe I am,” he said
cautiously. “Dependent on the circumstances.”
    “Well then,” Angelina said.
“Let’s just say my memories might not totally agree with yours.”
    “Tell me.”
    She grinned. “I haven’t
forgotten that tone of voice, Sir.”
    He pinched the soft flesh of
her upper thigh and she squawked. “ Oy ,
sneaky. You said you don’t spank.”
    Cam shook his head in mock
despair. “That, lady-mine, is not spanking, no chastisement, and hardly brought
a tiny sting to you. Now, stop prevaricating. Tell me what you know about our
lifestyle.”
      She took a deep breath and leaned into his
chest, so her hair brushed his shoulders, and rested one arm around his waist.
Something she’d done countless times, and he gave
thanks she hadn’t forgotten. Unless, of course, things such as that were so
deeply embedded into you, you never forgot them?
    “You are my Sir. My Master, and dominant in our relationship. You chose to … ” She paused. “If I say dictate it
sounds wrong. Argh, hell, let’s just say you direct and I follow. You say
‘assume the position,’ I kneel and follow our own protocol. We’re not 24/7 and
we have a code if you like, so I know what level of play we’re indulging in. I
have no idea if that’s the norm, but it adds a certain dimension to everything
for us. Most of the time. If I want to argue the toss,
I do, and accept what happens later. If I really can’t go for whatever you
want, I’ll safe word out. We follow the traffic lights…fuck, you’ll have no
idea what I’m talking about, will you?”
    Cam shook his head. “Not at all. No, that’s wrong. I was following you until you
said assume the position, and traffic. I fail to see what coaches and such have
to do with our lifestyle together. Apart from me demanding you must not come as
I pleasure you with my mouth, and use a jade inside you, as the carriage goes
over cobbles.”
      Angelina moaned and wriggled her arse over his
cock. Her skin was flushed, and showed a faint sheen of arousal, in the tiny
drops of sweat that dotted it. How in hades he could hold out against such
blatant entreaty, he had no idea. Just what would be acceptable in the eyes of
the doctor?
      Nothing. So I either forget him, or practice orgasm denial for us both. It was no contest. Cam stood up
still holding Angelina and put her