Beyond The Cage (7 page)

I walk around the room. Kitchen…I wonder if he cooks. Moving on. By the back wall, there’s a table with different trophies and awards from his fights. On the wall behind it, there’s a giant poster of him, fists raised, eyes furious. I keep moving, only stopping when I encounter a huge, black cabinet on the right wall. There are no handles and my curiosity gets the better of me, so I start looking for a way to open it. I push one of the doors and it springs open. I do the same for the other, looking from side to side in a mix of shock, awe, and horror. There are swords, knives, all kinds of blades of different shapes and sizes. There are weapons I don’t even recognize.
Maybe he
is
a harbinger of death. Shit.
Reaching for one of the small knives, I remove it from its slot. I don’t have to test it to see it’s extremely sharp.
What the hell is he doing with all this stuff?
A hand curves around my shoulder and grabs the knife, scaring the hell out of me.

Oh, God! I’ve probably made him angry. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snooped.”

His other hand curls around my waist and he pulls me against him, my back to his front. The blade glistens before my eyes and I begin to feel a little scared. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he gives it a firm tug, holding it in place. Breathing heavily, I watch the blade move close to my neck. I want to say something, to scream…but I can’t. It’s like I’m paralyzed. He runs the blade down the top of my shirt and I close my eyes tightly. I can’t watch. I hear the sound of a tiny object hitting the floor and I open my eyes. My top button is gone and the blade is moving toward the second. It slips through the thread effortlessly, and the button falls to the floor. My body begins to relax. Taking a deep breath, I smell him – all clean and musky and arousing.
Silly me. Cameron won’t hurt me.

Laying my head against his chest, I listen as my buttons fall one by one. Then, he uses the knife to push the sides of my blouse apart.
Okay, I have to admit…this is hot!
I whimper as the cold steel touches my skin, trailing lightly along the curves of my cleavage. I close my eyes and feel the straps of my bra fall away, one then the other. Next, the blade is between my breasts and I know the material there is the next to go. Split in two, it falls to the sides and my breasts spill out. Sliding his hand up the back of my shirt, he removes the scraps of my bra. There’s a crash of steel against steel, and I open my eyes to see the blade tossed carelessly on top of the others.

He slides his hands up my stomach and cups my breasts. They fit his hands perfectly. Massaging them, he rolls my nipples between his fingers. Jesus. I’m breathing as if I just ran the hundred meter dash.

“Cameron…”

I turn to face him, meeting his naked chest. His beautiful, naked chest. Placing my hands on his hips, I step forward. My nipples brush against him and I experience The Reaction times ten. I lean in and press my lips to his sternum, delighting as he gasps and grabs my hips. I slide my hands around him and up his back, slowly kissing my way across his chest. As I peek up at him, his lids flutter closed and his head falls back.

“Cameron.” He looks down at me, eyes ablaze with desire. He wants me, and I can’t resist him anymore. “I’m ready.”

Given enough time, any man may master the physical. With enough knowledge, any man may become wise. It is the true warrior who can master both and surpass the result. – Tien T’ai

His hands glide over my ass and he pulls me close, pressing his erection into my stomach. Uncertainty flashes in his eyes, and I get the feeling he wants to know if I’m sure. I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him down to me, and rest my forehead on his. Jesus, I can’t even breathe properly. I’m…
panting
. I want him. I want him, and I can’t wait anymore.

“Yes.”

His reaction mirrors mine, our breaths coming hard and fast. When he finally covers my lips with his, I hear myself moan. He kisses me fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth. God, I can’t wait for him to invade somewhere else. I reach for my blouse to remove it but he pulls away abruptly.

“What?”

Taking my hands, he places them at my sides, then slowly shakes his head.

Huh? He wants to stop?

He lays his hand flat on my sternum and slides it up and under my blouse, pushing it over my shoulder.
Oh, he wants to undress me!

Lost in the sensations flowing through my body, I throw my head back as he trails tiny kisses on my shoulder and up my neck. He does the same with the other shoulder, pushing my blouse down my arms. Next, his hands are at my waist, unbuttoning my jeans. As soon as my zipper is down, he slips his hand inside, finding my clit.

“Oh, God!”

Feels…so good
. I move against his fingers as he buries his face in my neck and moans. When he slides his finger inside me, I grab his shoulders.

“Cameron!”

He pushes me backward until I’m against the wall, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and burying his finger deep inside me. Shit! I already feel so close. His hand disappears and I groan, a little frustrated he’s denied me my climax. He makes up for it when he hooks his thumbs into my waistband and pushes my jeans over my hips.

“My shoes…” I mumble, knowing he won’t get my jeans off with them still on.

Dropping to his knees, he pulls them off and tosses them aside. My jeans and underwear are next, joining the rest of my clothes. He remains on his knees, just staring up at me. That ‘melt my panties’ look? It’s nothing compared to this one. It’s the kind that would make a woman sell her soul to please him.
Yep…definitely going to Hell because of this man.
Slowly, his gaze wanders down to my pussy. With a smile, I widen my stance to give him a better view. Thank God I waxed yesterday.

Okay…he’s staring. I’ve never been shy, but this is a little uncomfortable. Finally, he parts my lips with his fingers. With them now glistening from my juices, he glides his fingers down my mound before he flips them and moves up my lips to my clit.

“Feel that?” I ask as my body shivers. “I’m all wet…for you.”

His head jerks up and our hungry eyes meet. Grabbing my thighs, he powers to his feet, lifting me off the floor.
That’s what I’m talking ’bout!
I wrap my legs around his waist, impatiently waiting as he pushes his shorts down. When he springs free, I gasp in surprise, not only at his…
awesomeness
—yes, I said awesomeness, sue me—but the fact that two tiny, silver orbs glisten from both sides of the head. A piercing! He has a barbell piercing on his dick! I’ve never had a pierced one before. Not that I’ve had that many. Okay…one. I’ve only had one. But…Christ Almighty, he’s big! I lick my lips in anticipation as he grasps the base to guide himself inside me.
Yes!

“Wait.” He looks into my eyes, silently imploring me not to stop. “No, not that! Condom,” I clarify.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he lifts me off the wall. As we move to what I guess is his bedroom, I stare into his eyes. He smiles. To anyone else, it would look like an ordinary smile, but it’s not. It’s meant to reassure. He knows how I feel about giving my body to a man, to
him
, and that tiny gesture tells me he realizes I’m trusting him and the path we’re taking. It says ‘you’re safe…protected.’ And I
do
feel safe and protected.

As he lays me on the bed, I run my fingers through his hair, returning his soft, sweet kiss. Gently, he nips at my bottom lip, his hand slipping between our bodies. My hips gravitate toward him. He massages my clit while his lips move down my neck and across my chest. Like that day on the floor, my back arches. This time, there’s no barrier and my breasts receive the attention they’ve been craving. The moment his tongue touches my taut nipple, my body goes into overdrive. He sucks it into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.

“Cameron…” I moan.

He groans at the sound of his name and moves to the other nipple. ‘Devouring’ is the only word I can think of to describe what he’s doing right now – tongue swirling, teeth nipping, lips pulling. Jesus. When he moves away, my nipple is throbbing. I watch as he reaches into a drawer, grabs a handful of condoms, and tosses them at me with a grin. Magnum XLs.
Fuck.Me
. Well, that’s what he’s about to do, right?

“Planning to use all these tonight?”

He nods, a devious smile on his lips.

Oh, shit!
My pussy quivers at the thought – sex all night…with him.

“Well…let’s get crackin’ then.”

He kicks his shorts off and I observe him in all his glory. Fuck. As I watch him bob up and down, I’m absolutely awe-struck. From now on, freeing that beast will be known as ‘releasing the Kraken’. I tell you, I have never seen
anything
like that in any of my anatomy classes. He picks up one of the condom packets, rips it open, and rolls it on in record time. Leaning over me, he grabs my hips and props his dick against my entrance. I pull him down for a kiss and the moment our lips touch, he pushes forward, inserting just the head. He moans and works his way in, slowly, gently.
Shit! What have I gotten myself into?
I cry out in pain, scratching his back. He goes still and stares down at me, concern in his eyes. I can’t find any words, so I just nod. I can’t stop now. I won’t.

He pulls back and slowly pushes in. Pulling almost all the way out, he slides a little farther in with a moan. He flexes his hips, gradually working himself in, filling me completely.
Holy fuck!

“Fuck!”

I feel so…
full
. I gasp and grab at his shoulders.

His fingers dig into my hips and he buries himself to the hilt, bearing down on me the way he did on my bedroom floor. He’s so deep I think I feel him in my chest. But…it feels good. It feels
right
. He rests his forehead on mine, his breathing ragged. I cradle his face and raise my lips to his. Without pulling out an inch, he flexes his hips, grinding against me. I break away from his lips, crying out. My body is toeing a fine line between pain and pleasure…and I love it! Pleasure Principle be damned! I will gladly endure this pain in my pursuit of pleasure. He stands upright, lifting my hips off the bed, and I rotate them against him, matching his rhythm. When my whimpers reach my ears, I can’t help thinking I sound like a porn star. But there’s nothing else I can do; the pleasure is that intense. I grab the sheets, clenching my muscles around him as he begins to move faster.

“Oh, God. Yes!”

This can’t be right. I can’t be coming already! He presses down on my clit and my mind goes blank. Oh, yeah. It’s happening. My body goes still and then I convulse against him. My muscles spasm out of control, slowly dying down to an odd contraction every couple of seconds. He grunts, his brows scrunched together in pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. He’s thrusting into me now – hard and fast.

“Oh, fuck!”

There is no denying the effect he has on my body, because the tsunami in my pussy is evidence enough. He places my hips back on the bed and leans over me, grabbing my arms as he quickly resumes. I don’t believe it but that feeling washes over me again. My back arches, my body pulsating in ecstasy.

“Cameron!” I scream as I come for the second time.

I tighten my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. When I stop shaking, he buries his face in my neck, makes one final thrust, and growls. I can’t explain it, but my body begins to shiver. Call it aftershocks if you will. I can’t move, and I don’t want to. I just want to lie here beneath him, him inside me, forever.

Forcing my eyes open, I stare up at the ceiling as we both try to calm our breathing. He lifts his head and regards me with apprehension in his silver eyes.

“I’m okay. In fact, I’m awesome.
That
was awesome.”

With a grin, he kisses my forehead, pulls out of me, and walks off to the bathroom. Without him, I feel cold...and empty. I shift my position and slip under the covers. When he returns, I move over so he can slide in next to me. I lay my head on his chest, and he curls his arm around my shoulder. This feels good…just lying here in each other’s arms. I snuggle up to him, absentmindedly tracing one of his tattoos with my fingers.

“One day, you’re gonna have to tell me what these mean.”

He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my fingertips. Even that causes The Reaction. I run my middle finger along his bottom lip, and he pulls it into his mouth. With a smile, I climb on top of him.

“What’s this? Ready for round two, Daddy?” I get the raised eyebrow. I’ve never called him that before. In fact, I’ve never used the term with anyone. It just seems natural with him. “Don’t like that? How about Grandpa?” I joke.

I swallow a giggle as his palm crashes into my ass cheek. My body shivers at the contact and I take a shaky breath. “Do that again.” His left hand reaches between us, stroking my clit as his right hand comes down again. “Just like that, Daddy,” I say on a moan. This time, he accepts it, realizing it’s just something I want to do.

Rolling over, he lies on top of me and searches the bed for one of the condoms. I find one first and hand it to him. While he’s rolling it on, I flip onto my stomach and get into position on my hands and knees. This is my favorite position. There’s something about doggy style that revs my engine. It could be knowing he gets a view of my ass jiggling as our bodies collide, or that I can reach down and play with my clit, or it could just be the hair-pulling, ass-smacking, ‘getting the shit fucked out of me’ thing.

When he grabs my hips, I brace myself for him. He’s inside me with one quick stroke. I bury my face in the pillow, my scream coming out muffled. He wraps his arm around my waist and moves to the edge of the bed, pulling me along with him. I just love the way he man-handles me! He steps down off the bed and, as I resume my position, he smacks my ass again.

I cry out as I begin to move back and forth, taking control.
Smack!
I move faster, bouncing on his dick.
Smack, smack!

“Oh, shit!”

He grabs me, keeping me steady. Reaching up, he takes both my arms and crosses them at the wrists behind me. He keeps them together with one hand while the other weaves its way into my hair. With a tug, he begins to move. Fuck! He’s rendered me motionless and I couldn’t care less.

“Fuck me. Yes…yes…fuck!” He pounds away behind me, not making a sound but driving me insane. “Oh, God. I’m coming!”

My knees buckle and he grabs my waist, holding me up. Holy…fucking…hell. Before I can recover, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. Hoisting my leg up, he props it on his shoulder, then he’s inside me again. As he moves, I clench my muscles, holding on to him for dear life. I just want to keep him there for as long as I can. He places a death grip on my thigh and goes still, breathing heavily as he stares down at me. I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m usually knocked out after one orgasm and I’ve already had three; sleep is calling my name. He smiles and heads to the bathroom again, coming back with the trash can. Smart man – no more trips to the bathroom. He climbs in next to me and pulls me close. Before I drift off, though, one important piece of business – my bladder feels like it’s about to explode. I hop off the bed and run to the bathroom. When I return, he’s lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I set the alarm on my phone and join him.

“What are we looking at?”

Of course, I get no reply. I rest my head on his shoulder and he drapes his arm around me. Utterly sated, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

***

This is some dream! It even feels real. Wait…I open my eyes and, sure enough, it’s no dream. Cameron is on top of me, his lips attached to my left nipple. He wasn’t kidding about this ‘all night’ thing.

“Mm…” I moan.

He moves to the side of my breast, licking and pulling on my flesh. That’s definitely leaving a mark.

“Right here.” I point to a spot above my nipple and he moves there eagerly. I point to another spot on the underside. “And here.”

I love hickeys, but having him give them to me? It just sends me over the moon. He gazes up at me and I run my fingers through his hair.

“Now you gotta make ’em match.”

He smiles and shifts his attention to my other breast. His hard dick is prodding my thigh so I reach down to touch him, giggling when I realize he’s already wearing a condom. I bring my legs up, placing my feet flat on the bed, and guide him to my entrance. He slowly eases forward.