Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

But instead, it was her Mistress who was overcome. Camilla quaked against Lindsey, her head tipped back in a silent scream. Lindsey could feel every pulse that went through her Mistress’s core, every shudder that went through her Mistress’s body. It only made Lindsey ache even more.

Once Camilla’s orgasm passed, Camilla began working her fingers on Lindsey’s folds again. Lindsey bucked against her until she was right back at the edge.

“Mistress, please,” she said. “May I come for you?”

“Yes,” Camilla whispered.

This time when Lindsey came, it was like a slow tidal wave of bliss that stretched out endlessly until Lindsey was sure that she’d passed into some other plane.

She sank back onto the bed with a sigh. Camilla reached across the bed to shut the curtains around them, then lay back down and nestled in close to Lindsey.

Lindsey leaned over and kissed her. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“No.” Camilla drew her thumb down Lindsey’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Camilla planted a soft kiss on Lindsey’s forehead. “For giving me the gift of your submission.”

Epilogue

Camilla

Camilla held up the leather blindfold. “Put this on.”

Lindsey’s face turned a delightful shade of crimson. “Isn’t it a little early for that? And, right here?” She glanced over at June, who was clearing their breakfast from the table.

Camilla placed her hands on her hips. “Are you questioning your Mistress?”

“No.” Lindsey took the blindfold from Camilla and slipped it over her eyes.

“Don’t get too excited. I want to show you something, that’s all. A surprise.” Camilla leaned in and whispered into Lindsey’s ear. “Your mind always goes to the dirtiest of places.”

The blush on Lindsey’s face deepened.

Camilla stifled a chuckle. She just couldn’t help herself. Not when Lindsey was so easy to tease. She took Lindsey’s hand. “Come with me.”

Camilla led Lindsey out of the dining room and up the stairs carefully. They turned and headed left.

“Are we going to the east wing?” Lindsey asked.

“You’ll see,” Camilla replied.

It was no surprise that Lindsey had figured it out. A couple of months after Lindsey had moved back in, permanently this time, Camilla began to have the east wing cleaned out and renovated. She told Lindsey not to go in there under any circumstances because it was unsafe due to all the work being done, which was partially true.

Lindsey had picked up on the fact that something else was going on. But, ever the obedient submissive, she played along anyway. And Camilla had promised her that it would be worth it in the end. Now, after six months, the wing wasn’t yet complete. But that was the point.

Camilla led Lindsey into a vast, empty antechamber which several other rooms branched off. Just a few months ago, this room had been run down, with old, faded wallpaper and a decade of dust coating the floorboards. Now, it looked new and fresh, and more in line with the rest of the house. However, the walls were unpainted, the windows were bare, and there wasn’t so much as a light fixture.

“We’re here.” Camilla removed Lindsey’s blindfold.

Lindsey looked around. “Is this the east wing?”

“That’s right. But this isn’t just the east wing. These are our new rooms.”

“Our new rooms?” Lindsey’s forehead furrowed. “Why do you want us to move out of your rooms?”

“That’s the problem. Those rooms have always been my rooms, not ours.” Camilla took Lindsey’s hands. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re living in my house. I want us to have a space that belongs to both of us.”