Authors: Vanessa Fewings
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Copyright © 2014 Vanessa Fewings
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This story is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.
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“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.” —Victor Hugo
I ACHED FOR
And yet he wasn’t that far away.
Cameron’s private plane hadn’t taken off yet, but we might as well have. My heart soared at a breathtaking altitude.
The daunting unknown.
I was a bundle of excitement and nerves mixed with a heavy dose of confusion over what had unraveled during the last two weeks, and I still tried to grasp how all of that had gotten me aboard this flight to London. This shiny wood trimming, polished chrome, and these cream leather seats highlighted we were traveling in style. My fingernails left dents in the armrests and I tried to rub them out.
I was out of my depth and it showed. My smart mouth had been silenced.
Behind Larissa’s kind smile, the pretty thirty-something air stewardess, strained an incredulous expression. She seemed to be working out why a highly respected psychiatrist and well known billionaire would dote on a girl like me. My jeans and cashmere sweater were smart enough, but my wayward blonde locks were extra unruly this morning and had me looking bedraggled. A clear reflection of what was going on inside my head.
Larissa’s frown deepened, as though she gave serious thought to my diamond studded collar. I wondered if she knew its meaning.
Soon after boarding, Cameron had knelt at my feet and eased off my pumps, encouraging me to get comfortable. His thumb caressed the hummingbird tattoo on my ankle.
He’d gone on to pour a glass of champagne before handing me the chilled flute. I willed myself not to knock it back, and hugged the small pillow he gave me.
I’d only ever flown once before, and it was from my hometown Charlotte to Los Angeles. Way back when my life had been all about survival. Somehow I’d landed on the fast track of once secretary to Richard Booth, the assistant director of a swanky kink club in Palos Verdes, and on to the heady promotion of executive assistant to Cameron Cole, director of Chrysalis.
Cameron wasn’t only my boss, though. Last night he’d staked his claim as my master, taking full ownership of this wide-eyed and starkly obvious newbie submissive. My toes curled in anticipation of what exactly that might mean.
Larissa caught my tell-tale sign of self doubt and her eyebrows arched in curiosity. Raising her chin as she handed me a napkin was a clear indication she assumed this waif like twenty-one year-old was out of her league.
With the inheritance of the Cole Tea empire looming over him, Dr. Cole was more than a renaissance man. He was one of America’s most eligible bachelors. Throw in him owning one of the grandest BDSM manors in the world and you’d merely touched on the surface of the enigma that was Cameron. He took mercurial to a whole new level, and I’d seen firsthand the way he rendered those around him speechless.
Case in point, Larissa, and I hoped she wasn’t this flustered when it came to securing the doors before take-off. If I wasn’t so affected by Cameron’s magnetism myself I’d have told him to take it down a notch.
He stood outside the cockpit, casually chatting away with the uniformed pilot. Cameron looked relaxed, like this was any ordinary day and we weren’t on our way to London. He stood there demurely, dressed in faded jeans and a sweater, inky black hair framing that handsome face and chestnut eyes crinkling into a heart-stopping smile as he looked at me—
He did crazy things to my body. Tingles circled inside my chest, making me giddy. Dizzy with anticipation, I forced myself to look away and peer out the oval window. I wondered how Richard would react when he boarded the plane.
Richard, my beautiful, broody boyfriend who I now lived with in his beachside property in Malibu. He’d given up a life of stock broking after his fiancé’s heartbreaking suicide back in New York, when his father had lorded over the city’s financial markets. His Dad’s criminal ruse had left thousands of his clients, and Richard’s family, with decimated finances. No longer one of the East Coast’s blue eyed boys, Richard had fled to Los Angeles to avoid public retaliation.
If it hadn’t been for Cameron’s psychological mastery, Richard would still be mute. Before me, Richard had frequently danced with danger by skydiving on the weekends, or swimming with sharks, or my least favorite of all three, rock climbing without a harness. All this apparently had helped quiet his mind.
I’d been presented to Richard for this very reason, to draw him out of his melancholy and away from his death defying escapades. In some ironic twist of fate, I’d ended up under the tutelage of his best friend Cameron, who’d seduced me into the very center of their playboy world.
And right onto his plane.
Cameron, the man able to change the course of history on a whim. We flew into this flame willingly. Our singed wings forced us to change direction and find the freedom our souls yearned for. Richard had handed me over to Cameron knowing I needed what only Cameron could provide. A therapy like no other.