Cameron's Control (Novella #1): The Enthrall Sessions (Volume 4) by Vanessa Fewings, Louise Bohmer Page A

upper back and two to the rope encircling her hips, I secured her. Reaching up for the central chain and giving it a tug, she tilted face downward and her toes left the ground. This beautiful creature was suspended with her thighs parted, her panting revealing her adrenaline had spiked in her veins.
    I yanked the main gold chain to my left and Mia jolted upward. Continuing to pull, Mia went higher still, until she hung twenty feet in the air.
    I admired my handiwork of a floating beauty suspended midair. Her pussy flinched with excitement.  
    I called up to her. “If you ever break one of my rules again, this is how I will punish you.”  
    “Yes, master.” Her chest rose and fell with tiny rapid breaths.
    “This,” I said firmly, “is what it means to trust.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    I folded my arms across my chest. “I look forward to our future, Mia, and all that it promises to be.”
    “Thank you, sir.”
    God she was beautiful. Like a fine marble sculpture carved from the purest stone. Her back was to the ceiling while her front faced the floor. Golden locks tumbled over her face. She swayed in a slow steady rotation.
    Twenty minutes later, I lowered her.
    Mia’s sweet expression of affection for me was exactly what I’d yearned to see. She’d fully understood the meaning of this lesson.   
    Her skin responded to the feather I used to tease her. I moved on to the Wartenberg Pinwheel, with its rotating evenly-spaced sharp pins, running it along her flesh and causing her to writhe. I took my time to flog her. All the while, I ensured she remained in subspace and those tell-tale signs of her sustained arousal were maintained—her dilated pupils, her constant groaning, thighs shaking, and the most obvious, her pussy, soaked and spasming in its own sweet way of begging.
    I tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. “My sweet, angel.”
    “Please fuck me, sir.”
    “Patience.”
    I grabbed her hips, pulled her back, and let her go so she swung like a pendulum.
    Mia giggled.
    I grabbed the rope and stilled her. “You find this funny?”
    “No, sir, I like it. It’s like flying.”
    Standing behind her so she couldn’t see my grin, my guard lessened. I paced around her, pausing briefly to build the tension again, anticipation, her waiting for the inevitable—
    She glanced back at me, the action causing her to swing slightly.
    “Turn around,” I commanded.  
    Running my hands over her thighs, the arch of her spine, I dragged my fingertips around to her front and lowered to her sex. “This is where your spiritual energy rises from. The base of awareness of your sacredness.” I eased apart her lips and tapped two fingers upon her clit.
    She exhaled in a rush, eyelids flickering.
    “This delicate organ is devoted merely to pleasure. It represents the sacred feminine. This—” I tapped her clit again –“reflects love. Compassion. Service.”
    That little nub responded, twitching with delight as my pacing increased, my pressure insistent. Mia’s thighs trembled, her cheeks flushed, her mouth went slack.
    With a fingertip, I encircled her clit. “This is your birthright, Mia.” I leaned into her ear. “Enjoy this as God intended. Through this, you will lose your sense of self. Connect with the infinite.”
    Her brow furrowed in that thoughtful way of hers.
    “Who does this belong to?”
    “You, sir.”
    “Say it.”
    “My clit belongs to you, sir.”
    “That is correct. Who do you belong to?”  
    “You, sir.”
    “By the swimming pool, you hinted this was not enough.” I flicked her clit.
    “I’m not sure what I meant now,” she said breathlessly.  
    “Have I not told you I love you?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “I know what you need.”
    Her eyes moistened and her lips trembled with emotion.
    “Your body is a temple and I take great pleasure in worshiping you. I will leave no doubt in your mind how I feel about you. However, first I will punish you for questioning me.” I pinched her