Chapter Sixteen

Skye yawned as she walked into the café’s kitchen the next morning at seven thirty.

“Late night?” Kristen asked, pushing a tray of muffins into the oven and stifling her own yawn.

She’d woken in Cameron’s arms around one in the morning before he curled his big body around hers, telling her to go back to sleep. He’d have her home by five thirty. And he had, dropping her off with a grin, telling her he was going home to prep their scene today, but he refused to tell her where the scene would take place. The thought of a scene sent her world spinning out of control.

“Probably as late as yours was.” Skye put her purse away and slipped on her apron.

“Maybe.” She followed Skye out into the café. “Coffee is ready. No big orders today. Ordered cakes are in the fridge and marked. Everything for this morning is made or can easily be put in the oven.” She’d managed to get everything ready in record time.

“I’ve got it covered, boss. Why don’t you go get ready for your day with Cameron?”

“It’s only…” She looked up at the clock—eight. How had that happened? It was time to open up.

A knock sounded on the glass door, and Kristen looked up to see the man himself standing there. Skye let him in and turned the “open” sign on.

“Do I need to talk to McCray?” Cameron asked, tilting his sister’s face up so he could look into her eyes.

“I don’t need the big brother routine; it was just a friendly date,” Skye retorted.

“How friendly?”

Kristen burst out laughing, and the pair turned toward her.

“Probably no more friendly than our date last night.” Heat filled her when she realized what she’d said out loud. Thank goodness, it was just the three of them.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He sauntered over to Kristen with a bag in his hand. “Are you ready for our day?”

“More than ready.” Today, she hoped to explore more of Cameron’s playroom, but the man wouldn’t tell her what he had planned.

“Go, you two, before I have to bring out the fire hose.” Skye shooed them with her hands. “And don’t forget dinner at the house tonight, Cameron. Dad wants to go over everything for next weekend.”

“We’ll be there.”

Kristen tensed, for a minute and then relaxed. Unlike her family dinners where everyone sat in tense silence as they ate, dinner with his family was fun.

Cameron slipped his arm around her waist and escorted her through the kitchen and up to her apartment.

“What’s in the bag?” she asked as they entered the living room.

“Never mind that right now.” He set the bag by her sofa and drew her into his arms. “I want a kiss.” He bent his head.

His lips were cool, but she didn’t care. She opened her lips to his questing tongue and tangled hers with his.

When he lifted his head, she smiled at him. “So what’s the scene for today?”

“Let’s sit down for a minute.” He guided her over to the sofa and drew her onto his lap.

“Is there a problem?” Something in the way his muscles tensed up made her wonder. Oh hell, had last night not been as good for him as it had been for her?

“No.” He brushed his lips over her cheek. “I want to make sure you’re ready for the scene today.”

“I’m more than ready.” After four weeks of classes at the club and making love last night, her body craved the connection with him. To be his.

“Today, I’m going to take one of your fantasies and make it come true.”

“Which one?” Her mind went back to the night they spent curled up on her sofa, discussing their fantasies. Well, mainly hers. She’d told him several of her fantasies.

“If I told you which one, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He cupped her chin. “I know your limits, and I will push them a bit. But your safewords still apply.”

“‘Bacon’ to stop, ‘cheese’ to slow down.”

“Yes. I want you to understand this is all for you. I would never hurt you or allow you to be harmed.”

“I know that.” She kissed his chin. He was the most thoughtful man she’d ever been around. A man who’d wormed his way past the wall she’d built and to be part of her life. Her heart sped up. Cameron had gotten past her defenses, and while it should scare her to death, it didn’t. Her breath caught in the realization that he was the first man to accept her for the woman she was.

“Good. So what I want you to do now is go put on these clothes.” He handed her the bag he’d set on the floor next to the sofa.

“Okay.” She took the bag from him, slid off his lap, and danced into her bedroom. Once there, she emptied the bag onto her bed.

She stared at the black push up bra, the black thong, and the mesh, see-through, black dress. If could be called a dress. It would barely reach the top of her thighs. No stockings, but there was a pair of black shoes with two-inch heels, thank goodness. Anything higher and she’d break her neck. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she yelled.

“Nope. Put it on, my little subbie.”

Damn. He had that tone, one she’d better obey if she didn’t want her ass warmed. She let out a giggle. Maybe getting her ass hot wasn’t such a bad idea, but not right now. It was still a little tender from last night’s spanking.

Kristen dressed, slipped the shoes on, and walked back into her living room. “I can’t go out like this, I’ll get arrested.”

“You look delicious.” Cameron stood and strode over to her. “And I don’t plan on letting you get arrested. Let me run down to my car. I have a coat for you.” He dropped a kiss on her nose before jogging out the front door and down the stairs.

Kristen walked over to the full-length mirror and stared at herself. Yes, she enjoyed dressing up for Cameron, but this was different. Her eyes were bright with desire, and the outfit did make her look sexy. Her legs looked like they went on for miles. Her breasts were full, her nipples poking at the material of the bra. Hell, the thong barely covered the basics. She turned and looked over her shoulder. Oh yeah, her ass was fully on view. Who was this siren?

“You are gorgeous.” Cameron came back into the room with a trench coat draped over his arm.

“Thank you.” She gave a little curtsy.

Cameron held out the coat, and Kristen slipped her arms into it.

“Let’s go.”

Kristen took her time going down the stairs. The last thing she wanted to do was fall and break her neck. Cameron held the door open while she sat down, but he waited until she buckled her seat belt.

“Remember that you trust me.”

She opened her mouth, but the words died on her lips when she saw the black blindfold dangling from his finger. “I do trust you.” She swallowed.

He hadn’t blindfolded her before. Unease slipped through her body, and she put her hand up. “Cheese.”

Cameron froze. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I…” She swallowed. “What if someone sees us?”

“It’s early enough in the morning. Besides, I’ll take the side roads to my house. I want you to open your other senses. I will always protect you. Remember, this is your fantasy, and we’ve talked about it. Ready?”

She nodded. Her fear subsided a bit. She would try for Cameron, for herself.

“If anything starts to bother you, use your safewords.”

The fabric covered her eyes, and within seconds no light penetrated. She took a shaky breath, and when the car door closed, she jumped. It’s okay, she repeated in her head. The driver’s door opened, shut, and the engine started.

“Where are we going?” The vehicle turned left instead of right in the direction of his home.

“Back roads, remember? And you’ll see soon enough.”

“A little hard with a blindfold on.” She gave a giggle.

“You’re being a smart-ass, subbie.”

“Sorry, Sir.” But she wasn’t. Without her sight, it was hard to tell where they were going and how long they’d been driving.

“Shit,” Cameron said just as the sound of a siren reached her ears.

A cop. “Cameron?”

“It’s okay.” The car slowed and then stopped. “I’ll go talk with the officer. It’s probably nothing.” The engine turned off, then Cameron opened the car door and closed it.

Kristen sat perfectly still. If the police officer came to the car, he’d see her blindfolded. This was no good, but she trusted Cameron to protect her. Yet a tiny shiver of fear slid up her spine.