Between Lindsey’s legs, Camilla’s fingers had gone from slow and light to hard and fast. The soap-filled water made every touch feel even more sensual.
Lindsey exhaled sharply. It hadn’t been long, but she was already close. Her head tipped back onto Camilla’s shoulder. Camilla responded by kissing and biting Lindsey’s bared neck.
Lindsey shuddered. “Mistress, can I come?”
“Not yet,” Camilla said. “And if you do, I’ll be very disappointed.”
Lindsey groaned and let out a curse.
Camilla withdrew her hand. “Watch your language.”
Seriously? Some of Camilla’s demands were ridiculous, but Lindsey wasn’t about to argue with the woman who had control over her pleasure. “Sorry, Mistress.”
Camilla slid her hand back down to stroke Lindsey between her thighs. Lindsey whimpered. Her eyes screwed shut as she focused all her energy on holding back the storm raging within her and keeping herself from going over the edge. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Camilla spoke.
“You may come now.”
At once, an eruption went off inside Lindsey. Her cry echoed through the bathroom as she bucked against Camilla. Her Mistress held her in place, her fingers still strumming away until every drop of pleasure had been drained out of Lindsey.
She let out a breath. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Camilla continued to caress Lindsey’s body, her fingers wandering over Lindsey’s skin. She traced her hand along Lindsey’s collarbone, skimming the long scar that ran along it.
“Where did this come from?” Camilla asked.
“It’s from the car accident,” Lindsey replied. “Well, the surgery that came after it. I broke my collarbone.” She brought her hand up to touch it. It had healed well, and most of the time, she forgot that it was even there.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up something sensitive.”
“It’s all right,” Lindsey said. “I have another one on my thigh. I broke my leg too, among other things.”
Camilla took Lindsey’s hand. “Turn around.”
Lindsey twisted to face her. Camilla guided Lindsey’s hand down her stomach.
“Do you feel that scar?” She ran Lindsey’s finger over a little dip in Camilla’s skin. “It’s from surgery for endometriosis. I have three of them.”
Lindsey had noticed the three round dimples on Camilla’s stomach when undressing her earlier, but she hadn’t thought anything of it.
“You see?” Camilla said. “You’re not the only one with battle scars.”
Lindsey smiled softly. It was nice to know they had that in common. But it wasn’t those scars that Lindsey cared about. After her accident, she’d realized that the worst scars were the ones no one could see.
Chapter Twelve
“Have you finished with your breakfast?” Camilla asked. “There’s something I need to show you.”
Lindsey gulped down the last of her coffee. “All done.” She got up and followed Camilla out of the dining room. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see in a moment.”
Camilla led Lindsey through the house, walking with purposeful strides. It seemed like whatever she wanted to show Lindsey was of the utmost importance.
Camilla stopped in front of a door. “Here we are. Why don’t you have a look inside?”
Lindsey opened the door and entered the room. It was a large, light-filled space, enclosed by glass walls on three sides. The view of the grounds outside was magnificent. The room was set up like an artist studio, and a well-equipped one at that. There were easels, a drawing table, and an assortment of art supplies.
“What is this?” Lindsey asked.