Cameron's Control (Novella #1): The Enthrall Sessions (Volume 4), page 1
part #1 of Enthrall Novella Series
Cameron’s Control
An Enthrall Novella
by
Vanessa Fewings
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Cameron’s Control
Copyright © 2015 Vanessa Fewings
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, including Internet usage, without written permission from the author.
This story is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.
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Paperback ISBN: 78-0-9912046-5-6
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9912046-3-2
DEDICATION
To all my readers, thank you for sharing in this journey.
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
AUTHOR BIO
There are fires, vast and endless, that burn in me for you, and I will carry them until you are ready to walk through the flames of me.
William C. Hannan
CHAPTER 1
OBSESSION.
Only now did I understand its true torment.
I’d personally become acquainted with the misery of an impossible conquest.
These endless laps in this ice-cold ocean failed to provide my usual clarity, because all thoughts led back to her.
Mia Lauren.
She’d bypassed my defenses. I both loved and cursed her existence for shaking the foundation of my BDSM empire that I rule with a firm and steady hand. My ability to master every moment and everyone around me had been compromised.
The ocean swelled and lifted me, carrying me out farther.
Powering on, slicing through with each breaststroke, my Malibu beach house grew ever more distant. This current called for a certain focus. A practiced discipline. A precise breath control.
Mia.
Back in my head, like a forbidden temptation.
Yet she remained innocent in all this. Having seduced her into our world and delivered her to my best friend and business partner Richard Booth, I truly believed I’d implemented my usual genius. I’d presented her as the ultimate prize.
The plan had been simple enough: find a compatible candidate, study the subject, methodically analyze her every behavior, influence her motivations and manipulate them to dovetail my own, place her under a psychological microscope until her every action could be predicted and my desired outcome guaranteed.
Richard’s life had hung in the balance due to his reckless daredevil stunts that included climbing skyscrapers in order to leap off them, and when that no longer got his rocks off, diving into shark infested waters for fun.
I had to ground the bastard.
Provide a distraction. The love of a woman.
Pure. Innocent. Malleable.
A stunning twenty-one-year-old—the perfect prescription.
I’d effortlessly drawn upon my critical ability to comprehend the psyche of our subject, the sweet and innocent Mia Lauren, who was presented as ideal. I’d chosen her from a slew of potentials and plucked her out of the mundane. She held a timidity that was easily enhanced by her ravishing beauty, and a femininity that left men swooning around her. A flawless representation of the sacred feminine.
Her desire to please was a perfect trait for a submissive.
Harsh, perhaps, but the alternative for Richard was unimaginable. He was going to fucking kill himself.
The objective to find the right applicant had gone…swimmingly. Right up until the point I’d fallen for her. All I had to do was train her. Break her. Prime her. Ready her.
Tame her.
But she’d trapped me instead.
My once ironclad will was tossed into disarray.
I’d broken the one true rule and fallen for the submissive I was training for someone else.
Fucking unprofessional.
I was fourteen years older than her, yet her feistiness threw me off guard. Her relentless strength, her presence, stirred a primal desire to possess her.
I had to get a grip.
Pushing harder, I fought the rolling waves coming at me.
If I kept this pace up, my energy would fade several miles out and, if caught in a riptide, I’d be screwed. When that realization hit me, I began the swim back to shore.
“Master,” her tone breeched my defenses. “I am yours.” Her words reached me like no other submissive before her.
And like the idiot I was, I’d insisted on delving deeper into her mind, exploring this young woman from a troubled past to better understand my own feelings, try to comprehend why her.
If I wasn’t going to destroy my closest friend Richard by stealing her away, I’d have to put this behind me. And fast.
I hoped I’d survive her not becoming mine. A raw truth that stabbed me with the consequences of my actions.
My escape plan to the other side of the world had been sabotaged. My newly fueled jet had been scheduled for takeoff from Santa Monica Airport a few hours ago. My destination, France.
My plane didn’t leave the runway. Paris had been derailed by the remarkable circumstances of my reunion with Henry, my older brother. My guilt and pain over what I once believed I’d put Henry through dissipated. His perspective ironically clashed with mine. I’d believed I’d destroyed him back in Afghanistan during a debriefing that had gone terribly wrong.
This morning, Henry had convinced me just how wrong I’d been. After too many years between us ruined by misunderstandings and painful mistruths, we’d spent precious time reuniting. This had been due to Mia’s meddling in my personal affairs. Henry was back in my life again. My reclusive older brother, whose war torn scars were the kind reflected in his eyes. The consequences of Mia’s visit with Henry had ensured a family’s reconciliation and old wounds healed. Yet another life Mia had saved and I’d scolded her for it.
My arrogance once again served as a reminder I didn’t deserve her.
I tried to think of anything but her…
My mind filled in the abyss of loss, projecting the vision of a haunting beauty vacillating beneath the morning sun.
Blinking off droplets to see better, my feet found the sand and I waded toward the beach.
Waves crashed around me as I wiped ocean from my eyes.
Mia ran toward me, splashing through the water.
My gaze swept the sand, searching for Richard and questioning why he’d brought her here. To soothe? Taunt? He was like a brother to me, but he was infuriating when it came to matters of the heart.
Mia came closer, standing waist deep in water, breathless. Her blonde locks windswept, her face flushed, and her blue eyes full of hope.
Back at Enthrall, one of my dominatrixes had told me Mia reminded her of a painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau; an impossible beauty. I’d prided myself on such a remarkable find and not once suspected I too would become enraptured.
Had an argument with Richard sent her back to where it began? This condo, her once safe refuge.
“Richard?” I broke my gaze from hers.
“He doesn’t want me anymore.”
Her words blurred the lines of possibilities.
Something about her failing as his submissive, something about him sending her away. Something about them being over.
The truth spilled, emphasizing my inability to take Mia where she’d needed to go. My attempt to tame her was unsuccessful. Her feistiness became an unpredictable complication. I’d fallen short of my objective.
“I disagree,” I said. “You just require the appropriate handling.” That made me grin.
She scrunched up her dress as though her drenched hem could be undone.
Bewitching.
“You’re here?” she said. “Not France?”
That diamond bracelet was back on her wrist. The delicate piece I’d placed there way back when I’d allowed myself the luxury of loving that which I couldn’t have.
She raised her hand. “What’s engraved on it?”
Had Richard really let her go?
I failed to understand how anyone would ever willingly let Mia go without a fight.
“The jeweler told Richard there’s writing on it. Only he didn’t tell me what.”
An engraving naked to the human eye.
My thoughts bounced back to Richard’s latest text. Vague words about what I deserved, that happiness was my right too, and I had to trust him and follow through on his wishes.
Surely he’d realize his mistake and come back for her? My focus settled on the horizon.
“Please tell me,” she said.
I feigned nonchalance. “It says ‘I will always love you.’”
A sob caught in her throat and she teetered forwards.
It was heart-wrenching to see her like this.
“Say it. Say the words.”
“I just did, Mia.”
“No, say it to me like you’re not reading it off my bracelet.”
Bury these feelings. You have no right to her.
“Technically it’s my bracelet.” Another shrug. “As it’s on your wrist.”
She stomped her foot and went under, disappearing.
Nothing mattered.
Only her.
Sweeping her up in my arms, scooping her out of the water, I pulled her into my chest and clutched her to me, overwhelmed with how good it felt to be this close again. Wading toward land with her in my arms, all I wanted was her to be safe.
All I needed was to see her happy.
“That’s you saving me again.” She nuzzled into my chest.
My body ached with need.
These games were over. This power play between two friends had done its worst to an innocent girl and I refused to see the woman I loved in any more distress.
I bent my head and kissed her.
“You need a girlfriend who’s also your sub,” she said.
“I quite agree. However, I have one stipulation, Mia.”
Her body stiffened in my arms.
“You must agree to a permanent contract.”
“Forever?”
I smirked. “That’s what permanent means, yes.”
She gave that sweet, petulant pout I’d come to adore.
Her feistiness sparked this temptation, this need to own her beyond what she knew was possible.
“Say yes,” I demanded.
“Yes, please. When?”
“Right now. If you fail to call me sir.”
She looked up at me. “Sir.”
The promise of being inside her returned, bringing her the kind of pleasure she deserved. Needed.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled her back toward the condo. “Much better, Ms. Lauren.”
“It’s New Year’s Eve.”
I stared down at her. “A new life.”
Her expression was a mixture of wonder and surrender, and she seemed too drenched in love to care about her dress.
I squeezed her hand. “Mia Lauren.”
“Yes?”
“I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. From the moment I laid eyes on you. And I always will. You’re everything I could’ve dreamed of and more.”
She leaned against me. “I love you, Cameron Cole.”
My kiss was harsh, lavishing affection, a dark prelude to all I was about to do to her. I broke away. “My sweet, sweet, Mia. You are enthralling.”
Through the glass sliding door we hurried and I spun around and closed the blinds.
“Mia,” I commanded, “out of those clothes.”
Her expression turned to wonder as her fingers worked the straps, fumbling nervously.
I stepped forward. “Remember what I told you?”
Captivation swept over her. “If I was yours?”
In London, owning her had seemed so out of reach.
“Mia, I told you I’d possess you beyond all understanding.”
“I remember.”
“Time to show you what I meant.”
CHAPTER 2
I EXHIBITED THE kind of patience that would have impressed a Tibetan Monk.
After taking a shower alone, needing my thoughts to settle and to regain my self-control, I rejoined Mia in the bathroom.
She showered off the seawater. Her gaze met mine and quickly slipped away, her shyness endearing. She looked ethereal beneath that heavy downpour, her nakedness clouded in a veil of steam.
This self-denial was a punishment in its purist form.
From the way she turned away she too felt this unnerving chemistry between us. We were lightning in a bottle, the freeing of which threatened to change us irrevocably. We’d smash the worlds we’d come from and forge a new one together.
Holding off on touching her, I merely watched and waited, delaying the pleasure of our impending session.
The white bathroom tile, hardwood floors, and luxury tub in the center had all been picked out personally by me when I’d decorated this place for her way back when she had no idea I owned this condo. Other than Richard, no one else knew Mia was here. We were assured privacy for as long as we wanted it.
My hands balled into fists as I fought with my conscience. I should do the right thing—refuse her, refuse me, and take her back.
Our love was pure.
My doubt hadn’t been about that.
I’d refused to go there, imagine an us. There rose a lingering concern she’d not survive a relationship with a man like me: controlling, dominating, and with an acquired taste for the dark arts.
My heart screamed my thoughts into silence.
I gestured for her and she turned off the faucet.
After drying Mia with a plush towel, I ordered her to proceed naked into the bedroom. She knelt and leisurely crawled beside me along the hallway, her movement showcasing the elegance of a tamed submissive.
The vision of her subservience, the way the afternoon light flooded in from the bay windows and reflected off her pale skin, her feminine movement of freely giving herself over to me, all took my breath away.
Within the privacy of the bedroom, she rose to her feet as commanded and held the submissive’s pose. She held it beautifully—liberated by her nakedness, the ends of her hair damp from the shower, her eyes averted, her spine straight, her hands held together behind her back. Serene, feminine, the exquisiteness of surrender.
She responded to the tone of my command, which remained severe and all- controlling. This would mark our first session as lovers.
My sub was not just any woman. She was the flower I’d helped blossom from the start, and her continued flourishing would occur by my own hand no less.
The art of masterdom I knew well. I was more than capable of ensuring my submissive’s desires were fulfilled on every level, her secret yearnings brought into the light, her needs explored, her fantasies realized, her orgasms given the exploration and longitude they deserved. The art of taking a completely vulnerable sub and guiding her through the scene were beyond any pleasure I’d known. I was no different to any other master, demanding complete satisfaction too from the play.
I ran my hand over Mia’s soft flesh, down her back, along her buttocks, pinching and squeezing, priming her tenderness.
This position led her beautifully into the scene, highlighting her physical, emotional, and psychological willingness to proceed. She slipped into subspace effortlessly, her eyes flitting to mine.
The inspection began with the slow steady examination of her breasts, nipples tweaked and pinched and elongated until those pink buds had my approval. Her beautiful body was a pleasure to explore.
“Show me.” I gestured.
Mia obediently laid her hands on her labia, easing it apart, nudging her hips forward for me to better see. “Yours, sir.”
If it were possible to die from an aching cock, I was close. My balls were tight and full, my chest was heavy with need, and my entire body tingled.
“Did I give permission to speak?”
A flicker of blonde curls as she shook her head. Her flushed cheeks reflected the tension of being so exposed. Her sex enticed me.
Running my hand along her cleft, her arousal wet the tips of my fingers. A surge of emotion swept over me as that delicate clit throbbed beneath my touch.
Mia let out a long sigh.
