[Devotion]
Cameron caressed Mia's thigh as he drove, casually steering the wheel as they headed home. She rested with her eyes closed, slightly reclined in the passenger seat, feeling the breeze brush past her face through a crack in the window. Stealing glances at her as he drove, his heart soared seeing how relaxed and content she was, just bathing in the fresh air and setting sunlight. She held onto his wrist, rubbing her thumb back and forth across his skin. It touched him deeply knowing that even in her tranquility, she treasured his presence.
"Bellamia."
"Yes, sir?" She answered on command, her eyes snapping open as she sat up.
"Be a good girl for me n' open the glove-box."
She reached for it, expecting to find something useful like hand sanitizer or travel tissues. As soon as her hand touched the handle she stopped, remembering the unexpected events of the day. She turned to him, searching for any inkling of information on his face. All she could see was a sly grin as he refused to take his eyes off of the road.
"Don't react. Just obey."
"...yes, sir."
She took a deep breath, braced herself, and opened the glove compartment in front of her. There, she found a set of black restraints with a suede aquanetta interior, complete with a chain leash and a collar adorned with a padlock of the same color. She found herself more amazed by its beauty than the fact that it was there at all.
"Oh, these are GORGEOUS!"
"Put 'em on. Don't make me wait."
A light, high pitched squeal left her chest as she grabbed the handcuffs, thrilled to wear such stunning accessories. As they pulled into the driveway, she sat up straight, adjusting the new lock around her neck front and center. With her hands on her knees, she awaited instructions; he was in charge, after all.
He stepped out of the car and walked around the front, opening her door with his hand out. As soon as she reached for him, he snatched his hand away.
"Try again."
The slight clinking of chains snapped her out of autopilot. Sheepishly, she took the end of her leash and placed it into his hand.
"Good. Step out."
She did as she was told, and he gently moved her aside to close the door behind her. He left her there, leash in hand, and walked ahead, trailing her in tow. She allowed the pull on her neck and hands to lead her into the front door. Her ever-growing arousal spread beyond her thighs, already torrid from his touch. She was sopping with anticipation, and he knew it.
He continued pulling her all the way into the kitchen, landing her next to a dark granite island. She felt the slack in the chain and stopped, unsure of what to do next. As if to read her mind, he gave her an answer.
"Bend over."
She turned toward the island, preparing herself for the taking, but he stopped her.
"Uh-uh. Here."
He gently grabbed her by the arms, bending her by the waist until her handcuffs met her ankles.
"Step through n' bring your arms behind you."
Confused but still obedient, she brought her heels through her connected arms, one after the other. Before she could stand again, he held her down by the shoulder, urging her to stay put. He moved her hair aside and slowly twisted the collar around her neck, bringing the chain and padlock to rest on her back. He stood in front of her and lifted her chin, meeting her childlike gaze with the warmth of his own.
"Stay."
She nodded, watching him as he walked away to close the front door. He walked back over to her, reaching for something in his back pocket.
"Stand."
She stood up, enjoying his one word commands way more than she expected to; letting him pilot her body like this gave her a wicked kind of delight, allowing her to shut her brain off completely.
He approached her with a silk black ribbon folded in his hand, and unfurled it as he spoke.
"Close your eyes."
She obeyed, attuning her body to make up for her now lack of sight. She felt him wrap the ribbon around her eyes, tying it back in a simple bow. She could hear his buck oxford shoes hitting the tile as he made his way back around her, making his movements slow and deliberate.
"Y'know..." He began.
She felt his hand brushing past her shoulder, moving her hair with it.
"You ain't the only one who' been busy at work."
Mia could feel Cameron's hands on her blazer, unbuttoning it and pulling it past her shoulders. She then felt her blouse pull free from her waistband, his knuckles brushing past every loop of silk as he unbuttoned his way up her torso. He ran his hands around her waist, hooking his thumbs into her pencil skirt to feel for the zipper. Once he found it, he pulled her closer to him, pushing the zipper down with one thumb as he held her clothing in place with his other hand. Feeling his breath brush past her nose caused her to stiffen up, unsure if he would pounce. Once she was fully unzipped, he released her, letting her skirt fall to the floor.
"Heels stay on."
"Okay."
Suddenly, she felt a massive hand tighten around her neck as if it'd always been there. He kept her there, tisking away as he brought his face right next to her ear.
"Now, where are your fuckin' manners, hmn?" He growled.
"I'm sorry, sir," she choked.
"You' sorry, huh?"
He maintained his grip on her jugular as he reached for her hands, cuffed and wrapped in her work clothes. He released the dog clip between her wrists, pulling her arms free from their sleeves.
"Fold your hands."
She clasped them together, making it easier for him to fasten the clip again with one hand. She felt him tighten his grip on her throat, and her body purred in response. She yearned for him every second she spent within her silk garments, intrusive fantasies of handprints and screams flooding her mind. Being tortured for so long, on the precipice of desire for hours on end, she couldn't hold back her desperation. She squirmed in her attire, soaking the ropes on either side of her gooey center. He watched her succumb to his will, melting at the sight of her struggle.
"DOWN."
His voice was surprisingly thunderous; when had he become so stern? She longed to see the look on his face, to watch the seething fire in his eyes as he burned holes through her silk ribbon. She lowered herself until her backside rested on her heels. She could hear rustling fabric and a zipper coming undone as she balanced herself, the scent of his natural musk washing over her.
"You know why I tied you up? Hmn?"
