♡ smut » cameron dallas ♡ [completed]

Chapter • 42

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I suggest listening to 'Earned It' by 'The Weeknd' because it really set the mood whilst I was writing this ;)

Also it's where I got the 50 Shades Of Grey theme

enjooooi!

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"Baby, I have a meeting in a half hour and I need to get ready; can you prepare my notes, organize files?" You waltzed over to Cameron's desk, where his name plaque had 'Mr. Dallas' engraved in its perfectly polished stainless steel. Cameron glanced back down at his stack of papers, quickly scribbling something down before looking back up at you.

"You're the boss; call and cancel," You toyed with the collar of your peacoat, keeping eye contact with him as you did. "Because, trust me; once you see what's under this coat, you won't want to leave." He bit his lip in response, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on the flawless metal of desk.

You slowly unbuttoned your peacoat, letting it fall from your shoulders as you carelessly shrugged it off, watching it as it hit the floor. 

Cameron muttered a 'damn' as he took in your lacy underwear, the lingerie hugging your curves perfectly. He sat back in his swivel chair, one hand rubbing his chin and the other reaching out to pull you closer to him. You sighed in contentment as his hand explored your side silently, moving up and down slowly. 

His eyes had darkened a few shades already; you couldn't see their normal playfulness. Now, all you could see was Mr. Dallas – and soon enough, he would be pure lust. "So, Mr. Dallas," You started, placing one foot next to his thigh on the swivel chair, "What's it gonna be; meetings or me?" He moved his hand down to your thigh high stockings and played with the hem, all while reaching over to his phone to call his secretary.

Once he'd hung up, he pulled you onto his lap, desperately trying to connect his lips with yours; but you wouldn't let him win it that easily. 

"Ah ah ah," You scolded, backing off of him and walking to the ceiling to floor glass window that covered three out of the four walls he had in his office. Twenty-third floor, you could see everything. 

It was a strange kind of rush, the possibility that someone could spot what the two of you were about to do, "I didn't say you could touch me, now, did I?" You spoke, the volume of your voice was quiet, but portrayed dominance.

He shook his head furiously, his eyes already sparking with excitement at your authoritative persona. You love seeing him like that; eager to have you have your way with him, instead of the usual vice versa. 

Every single ounce of pleasure he felt would be because of you; and it drove you wild.

You climbed back onto his lap, looping your finger around his grey tie to tug him closer to you; you were taunting him. You knew that he wouldn't be able to resist touching you if he was so close to you. But, surprisingly, he proved you wrong; he kept his hands on the chair as you kissed his neck, his knuckles turning white from his grip. 

"Obedient, I see." You smirked as he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and then back to its original position whilst he nodded hesitantly. You smirked to yourself as an idea popped in your head. Slowly, you loosened his tie, pulling it up and off of him. He cocked an eyebrow at you, clearly confused. 

You stood off of him, spinning around once to give him a good view of your ass.

"Babe, please, let me touch you."