Cam’s head whipped up, and he stared at the door in what could only be described as utter horror as the mistress began what sounded like a five-hour orgasm. She screamed. She roared. She let out noises not dissimilar to that tree frog. I’d seen and heard every type of orgasm there was to hear and see. I once heard a man shout in the lispy voice of Daffy Duck as he was coming. I heard a woman break into an opera aria mid orgasm, another man crowed like a rooster, and then there was one who screamed random fruits while on the verge –pineapple, pineapple, banana. I’d even seen a man beat his chest like a gorilla while making the corresponding sounds. But this was something else.
There was a pause in proceedings, and relief washed over Cam’s face. I smiled to myself, because I knew it would be short-lived. This was not over; in fact, it was just getting started. I’d seen the bottle of blue pills Victor had tucked away in his bedside cupboard. And I was right . . .
‘I’m gonna fuck you like the naughty slut you are!’
Cam’s eyes widened once again. It looked as if he was having ahard time reconciling the chunky red man by the pool with the moaning, dirty-talking sexual powerhouse outside. I suspected he was wondering how that kind of man was now giving this woman her second screaming orgasm.
‘Yeah! Harder . . . You’re so big, baby, yes! Fuck me! Fuck meHARD! I’m naughty, naughty,NAUGHTYYYYYYY!’
She let out another frog-like whistle, and my eyes locked with Cam’s as the sound dragged on, impossibly high-pitched, so high-pitched I was concerned for the villa’s windows. It went on, and on, and on, and on . . . When it was finally over, after what felt like a millennium or so, even I exhaled a sigh of relief. But still the end was very far away.
‘Bring me your juicy ass, you naughty little kitten. I’m gonna spank it again.’
‘Meow! Meow! I’m a naughty kitten!’
‘Yes, you are!’
I leaned my head back against the cupboard wall, trying to tune out the relentless rhythm of hand meeting skin.Slap, slap, slappety-slap, slaaap!
Added to that the sound of her meowing like a cat and then occasionally hissing at him too. With each slap, a new, enthusiastic description of what he was going to do to her was also announced. And when he finally had her whistling like a tree frog once more, I was genuinely impressed at her lung capacity, not to mention what was clearly a very dexterous, subtle body on his part.
Something brushed against my legs, dragging me back to the cupboard. I looked down, and it hit me once more that we were way, way too close. Cam’s legs were still touching mine, and a burning sensation was spreading along my thighs. And then, with one more tectonic-plate-shifting frog scream from the other side of the door, something else dawned on me.
The last time I’d seen Cam, I too had been having multiple orgasms. Although to be fair, I don’t think I’d been quitethatloud. Cam held up his hand, four fingers extended in silentcommentary. I stared at those fingers, willing my mind not to go there. But oh, it did. A crystal-clear memory of his hands on my body flared to life. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to derail those thoughts.
Moist gym socks.
The time I got food poisoning from an oyster.
Haemorrhoids.
Anything,anythingto stop that particular memory from continuing.
My legs were starting to kill me. I was used to squeezing myself into tight spaces, but not usually for an hour. An actualhour!
‘Fifteen,’ Cam mouthed at the next loud whistle. Fifteen orgasms!
‘I’m gonna come, baby! I’m gonna come!’ Victor finally,finallyannounced.
Cam crossed his fingers dramatically, and for once, I agreed with him. It felt like we both stopped breathing at the same time. We leaned in slowly. Waiting. Waiting. And then, at last, Victor blew his load. Instant relief washed over me, and I was about to relax when I heard it again . . . a loud whistle.
I froze.No. Please no.
I waited for the whistle to end, my nerves almost totally shattered, and then . . .
Silence.
Sweet, blissful silence.
Cam let out a sigh of relief, and I felt him relax and loosen his legs. I tried to do the same, but was instantly seized by painful muscle cramps. They’d been stuck in this position for so long that I was sure the blood supply to my lower extremities had been cut off. Pains shot up my calves. Needles stabbed at my thighs. I tried to wiggle my toes, but couldn’t feel them. Were they still even there? I finally managed to move my legs and pull them apart, but when I did, I realised what I’d just done . . .Fuck.
I was wearing a dress. I never wore dresses.Ever.And now? I’d practically spread my legs in Cam’s face. I glanced at him, only to have my worst fears confirmed. The dress had not gone unnoticed byhim. How could it? And he wasn’t even pretending to be polite about it either. Oh no, his eyes had drifted down. And there it was – the slight red flush in his cheeks.
I knew that flush. Oh, Iknewit. And I was not having it.
I nudged his shoulder with my foot, which was now awkwardly suspended in the air. ‘Stop it,’ I hissed at him.
His eyes snapped back to mine, and he graced me with the kind of sheepish look that made me want to punch him square in the mouth. God, I wanted to do a lot of things to Cam right now. None of them pleasant. But above all else, I wanted to know what the hell he was doing here.
