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down on the daybed. She moaned again and he
nipped her thigh, harder this time, as he lifted her night rail and spread her
legs. Her mound was wet with the evidence of her desire, her nether lips
flushed and welcoming. Cam forced himself not to move his hands higher and
drive his fingers into her before he sucked and enjoyed her juices.
    “So,
lady-mine. As you have a different view of what we are, perhaps I should refresh your
memory?”
    “Just make me come and refresh
me after.”
    ****
    Cam pushed her legs even wider,
and knelt between then. The gleam in his eye was both welcoming and worrying.
She’d seen one similar in the other Cam’s eyes, and it usually heralded
something more than interesting for both of them.
    Gah , I must stop
thinking of this Cam and that Ca … She stopped thinking of any Cam as his lips touched her
pussy, and his teeth grazed her clit.
    When his tongue delved into her
vagina, and mimicked the way his cock would fill her, she arched off the bed
and into his hold, pushing her mound against his mouth.
    He drew back and tapped her
bare quim. “Naughty. What happens when we get pushy?”
    Well, she knew in the
twenty-first century he’d bring her to the edge over and over and then tie her
and leave her unable to climax. But here and now?
    “I beg?”
      “Oh you do, and so sweetly, but we all know
beggars can not be choosers. Are you one, lady-mine?
Or will you lie back and submit?”
    Now there was a two-edged
question. Damned if I do and damned if I
don’t.
    She made her mind up. “Can I
beg to be allowed to lie back and submit?”
    Cam laughed. “As ever you
manage to twist something to suit you. Beg away, my love. Show me. But first. Do you truly feel able to play? Because if you indicate even one tiny reaction that tells me
differently, I will be more than unhappy. Nothing is more important than
your health.”
      That made sense. Angie mentally examined ever inch of herself. She took her time, and saw the
approval in his eyes. It gave her a warm, mushy, and loved feeling. He truly
did look after her, whichever life she was in.
    “Within
reason, Sir. I don’t think bondage would work, or too much movement.” She ran her tongue
around her lips. “And it would be very bad
to deny me my orgasm.”
    “Hmm, then we best not play.”
To her horror, Cam stood up and smoothed her night rail back down over her
legs. “Perhaps you should rest. For I fear you shouldn’t orgasm in case it is
too much for you. ”
    Damn it, that’s not why he’d hold me back. Bratty is me.
    “Sir, I’m sorry I’ve been a
brat. Please let me come? Just one little tiny orgasm.” She let all her pent up needs and desires show in the way she spoke.
      Cam laughed and stroked her cheek. “Angelina,
you know as well as I, whether I withhold your orgasm or let you come straight
away, little is never any part of coming.”
    “Busted.” She sniggered. “You’ve got me
there. Seriously though, maybe if I orgasm it would do me good? I wouldn’t be
all hot and horny, and I’d be able to rest. My skin is tight, my clit is tight,
my nipples are tight, my vagina wet, oh and tight, and your cock is hard. Add
all that together and I’m sure we could be creative.” Angie leaned forward and
put her hands on his chest. It would have been better if she could stroke his
nipples under his shirt, not over, but at the angle she was she couldn’t reach
the hem.
      Cam moved back. “When your Lord says no,
lady-mine, he means it. And added to that, just who is dominant here? Did I
give you leave to take over? To demand or deny what is to happen?”
    Angie got nasty creepy crawlies
in her stomach. It wasn’t often the Cam she knew spoke in that tone, but it was
final, and never boded well. She had to assume this Cam was the same. After
all, surely if she was Angie and Angelina, he was Cam mark one and two.
    “No, Sir.” Her legs felt weak
and wobbly, and she thanked goodness she didn’t have to stand on them.