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Chapter 34
Cameron
Three Months Later
AsfarasMac’n’Pleasesubscribers are concerned, I’m in London for a year to travel, expand my horizons, and find inspiration for new audios.
What they don’t know is that I’m living in a castle with my very own pretty English princess. OK, so it’s a one-bedroom apartment on a side street, off another side street in Islington, but I sure feel like a prince walking these streets with my girl.Popping out, as the Brits say, for coffee and pastries on weekend mornings. Visiting museums and galleries. Bar hopping with her new work colleagues on Friday nights.
And as far asthosepeople are concerned, I’m a freelance sound guy. I know Hannah isn’t embarrassed about my work, but it’s not always the easiest thing to explain to strangers.
We also decided, together, to keep our relationship private and offline, partly out of respect for the work, and for listeners who need to be able to tap into the fantasy that you exist only for them. Mostly out of respect for Hannah and our relationship. I’d never put her in an uncomfortable position, and the unfortunate reality is some fans can get a little obsessive. She should know, she was one once.
Although speaking of uncomfortable positions…
“Do you need another pillow, my love?”
“I’m good,” she says, eyes closed, smiling softly. We’ve done this before, and she knows there is nothing to be nervous about. Only the location is different this time. My beautiful girlfriend is face down, head resting on her folded arms, naked on the soft blanket I’ve spread out over our dining table. A pillow under her hips has her perfect ass elevated slightly, and my microphone is positioned by her hip to capture everything I need.
“Red, amber, green, remember?”
“I know.”
“Promise me you’ll say amber if you need a break, and if you say red, we’ll stop completely. Right away, no questions asked.”
“I know.”
“And you can’t make any noise, baby.” She nods and I smooth my hand over her hair, across her cheek and down to her mouth. She darts her tongue out, then whispers against my fingertips.
“I’ll be good, I promise.”
That mouth will be the death of me. My cock twitches behind my zipper, half hard at the sight of her and thickening fast.
If I’ve learned one thing about Hannah since we moved in together, it’s that she loves to make promises during sex that she immediately breaks, consequences be damned. I would never have guessed that this rule follower would have such a bratty side, but boy am I glad I’m the one who brings it out in her.
I trace my fingers down the curve of her spine, smoothing over her lower back, then taking a handful of the ripe peach stuck in the air just for me. The anticipation is the thing that turns me on about spanking, knowing she has no idea when that first impact is coming. I like getting her all riled up and needy for me, and she’s right there now, pushing her ass higher in the air, desperately seeking connection.
Leaning across her, I hit record, and keep stroking and smoothing until I snap my hand back and bring it down sharply.
“Fuck,” she groans and hisses through her teeth.
“Do I need to gag you?” I growl low into her ear, loving the way she shudders and her eyes roll back in her head. She takes a deep breath and composes herself, shaking her head. “Good girl.”
I stroke her more, her soft skin warming underneath my hand as it turns a little pink.
“Get ready,” I warn her. I can easily edit myself out of the recording, but she holds her breath, bracing for my next move. I spank her a couple more times, with a solid impact that makes a satisfying noise and shows up nicely on my sound recording software. It’s been impossible to get this level of accuracy on my own in the past. There’s no substitute. When I tried to spank myself and record it, I ended up laughing on the floor at how ridiculous it was.
She looks so beautiful right now, her body a work of art laid out before me. This might start out professionally, and I need to nail this recording, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get to have a little fun with my girl, too.
“Remember, no noises.” I keep my hands on her, dragging them down the back of her calf as I walk to the end of the table. Lifting her ankles, I spread her legs and set them back down gently, admiring my new view. She’s aching to be touched, I can tell. Lips pink and glossy, throbbing, clenching around nothing underneath my gaze.
She brings me to my knees. I’ve got a job to do and I’m stuck here feeling like a predator who caught his first feast in weeks.
I spank her a few more times, and watch the way her body reacts. Her thighs tighten, and she breathes quietly through it, just like I taught her. I crouch down by her head so I’m in her line of vision, and stroke her hair the way she likes. “I need to do some quick ones back to back now, OK?”
She nods hungrily, and I’m so fucking proud of her. Of us. Of the way we bring out the best in each other. I had a curious mind long before I met Hannah, but with her I get to make all those fantasies a reality, make hers come true too, then curl my body around hers as she falls asleep in my arms. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.
“Three, two, one,” I count her down, thensmack, smack, smack,left, right, left again, then repeat it, up, down, down, up. Short, sharp slaps that build in intensity. Her back bows as she props herself up on her elbows, hands covering her mouth but still not making a sound.
