Chapter 19
Barrett
C allie pushes her way into my room, slamming the door behind her. She stands at the edge of my bed with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Take it away."
"Take what away, princess?"
The look on her face is enough to rip my heart in two. I know I shouldn’t have been invading her privacy, but I watched her and her mother talking after she told me to leave the room. I did extensive research on Gabriel and Rogue, and I never would have guessed that Callie wasn't Gabriel’s biological child.
"I feel so much fucking pain right now, and I need you to take it away. You're the only one who can make me feel without losing my shit. I'm so close to falling over the edge, Barrett, so please take it away for me." Her eyes lock on mine.
I know exactly what to do, so I say the only word she needs from me right now. "Beg."
"What?" she questions, almost as though it takes her mind a moment to process my abrupt shift.
"You heard me. Beg me to take away your pain. Beg me to use your body for my every need. Beg me to fuck you, Callie. You remember how, right? "
She closes her eyes briefly, and I swear I see a shiver flow through her body. When she opens her eyes, the sweetest words leave her lips. "Please."
I tilt my head to the side. "You can do better than that, don't you think? Maybe if you were on your knees like you were for Kyler, it might be a bit more convincing. Why don’t you get on your knees and beg me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?"
She doesn't even hesitate to sink to her knees in front of me like an obedient little slut. Her eyes meet mine, and she pushes out her bottom lip to pout.
"Please fuck me, Barrett. I need you to use me." She reaches up and grabs onto my jeans just above my knees. "Please take the pain away." I reach down and caress her cheek as tears stream down her face before tangling my fingers into her hair and pulling her head back.
"You like being my brother's good girl, but you love being my dirty fucking slut, don't you?" She nods, and I release her hair and slide my thumb along her bottom lip. "Open."
Her mouth pops open, and I shove two fingers so far inside that she gags around them. Her throat constricts, but she knows if she wants me to stop, all she has to do is snap her fingers twice. I use my other hand to tap lightly on her cheek.
"Is this what you want, princess?"
She nods emphatically, so I pull my fingers out of her mouth to unbutton my jeans. As they fall to the ground with my boxers, I can hear her struggling to catch her breath.
"Be my good, filthy girl, and suck my cock," I tell her .
Her hand reaches out to grasp me, and she leans forward. She sticks her tongue out to lick her way up and around each one of my five metal bars before those perfect lips close around my tip. Holy fuck, it feels so good. I can't help the way my head tilts back in pleasure.
I give her a few minutes to set her own pace to try to please me before I grab the back of her head and shove myself so far down her throat that she chokes on it. The sound of her gagging only makes me harder. I'm going to give her all of me because that’s what she came in here asking for. If she wanted someone gentle, she would have gone to Ky.
She looks up with silent approval, and without a spoken word, I bring my other hand down to grab the other side of her face. I shove myself in and out of her mouth, watching as the drool drips down her chin. With every thrust, her throat tightens, and I know I shouldn't be so rough with her, but this is what she needs right now.
Her mouth feels so good I almost get caught up in the motions and lose control, but I hold back. I pull my cock out and bring her to a standing position in front of me. Her eyes land on mine, waiting for instruction.
"Strip."
She frees herself from her clothing quickly, her eyes never leaving mine, and I take a moment to absorb her beauty. She's got some lingering bruises and has lost a bit of weight from her time at Rogue, but I choose not to focus on that. There is a fresh burn scar on her stomach that makes my blood boil. Who the fuck hurt her like this?
She catches me staring and just shakes her head. “Not now, please.”
I’m tempted to tell her to tell me everything, but I remember that she needs me to take her pain. I’ll find out what happened after I take care of her. My eyes roam over her body, landing on the slight curve of her breast and the light pink color of her nipple. I can’t resist bringing a hand up to roll it between my fingers and giving it a slight twist. Her whole body jerks and a soft moan leaves her lips.
"You're lucky we don't have the house to ourselves right now. If we did, I would parade you around all day, naked and begging me to fuck your sweet pussy."
A chill spreads through her over the suggestion, and I know that one day, we will have to cash in on this idea. Maybe by then, Seb will stop being so stubborn and join in. We could have her crawling around and begging for all of us. If I wasn't already hard, thinking about her in a position like that would have my cock straining for sure.
"Get on the bed, face down, ass up, and keep your hands at your sides." She complies without complaint as she positions herself on the bed just as I asked. "If you can't stay put, I'll have to restrain you. Do you understand Callie?"
She nods, moving quickly to get into position, but doesn't use her words. A sly grin grows from my lips, and I use this moment to my advantage. I bring a hand down, firmly slapping her ass.
"I asked you a question. I expect a response, not a head nod. Use your words, princess," I say while landing another slap directly over the already reddening skin.
"Yes, I understand!" she cries out.
"Good, little slut." My fingers graze over her glistening center, and she shivers. "You're already soaking wet for me, and I've barely even touched you."
"Take it away, Barrett, please," she pleas, sorrow filling her tone.
Without hesitation, I bring my hand down onto her ass again and slap it over and over. I switch between sides, giving time for her to feel the intensity of each one. I finally let up when her breathing picks up, and her cries turn into moans.
I take it slower now, rubbing her sensitive skin as her back arches from the contact. I bring my hand down again and see her pussy clench around nothing. She is dripping down her thighs and begging for me to fill her.
"So impatient," I say. Slap. "You remember your safe word, right?" Slap.
"Yes, it’s pickle," she whimpers.
"If it's too much, I'll stop immediately."
"Please, Barrett. Stop talking and just fuck me already."
She's still too mouthy, and I'll have to rectify that. Now is the perfect time to try out a little something we talked about before that piece of shit Damien took her from us .
"Stay," I say while sliding off the bed to grab what I need.
Pure excitement courses through me as I grab the nipple clamps and my knife from the top drawer of my dresser. She doesn't even know the beast she let loose today when she walked into my bedroom.
I walk back over to her and place the items on the bed before gliding my hand along her ass one final time. I dip between her legs, and she moans at the contact, pushing her ass into my hand with hopes of getting more.
"Such a needy slut today, aren't you?"
"Yes," she pants.
"Turn over and lay on your back, arms above your head."
She flips over, and I see her wince the moment her tender backside hits the sheets. She lifts her hands above her head, and I take the time to secure each of them to the bindings I have on the corners of my bed so she can't move them.
"I'm leaving your legs untied for now, but if you don't cooperate, I'll be tying them too."
A sly grin crosses her face. "I'll be a good girl."
I only half believe her, but either way, we will both get what we want before we leave this room—fully satisfied. I pull my shirt off and toss it in the corner, freeing myself of my last piece of clothing before I lean in and take her nipple into my mouth. I roll my tongue around it, feeling it harden before I graze it with my teeth. A whimper falls from her lips, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. I repeat the process with her other nipple before taking a step back to watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
I grab the nipple clamps from the bed and dangle them over her body so she can get a good look. Her eyes go wild with desire, and the reddish hue on her cheeks deepens. I don't want to overwhelm her the first time we use them, so I adjust them to apply the least amount of pressure before leaning in and attaching the first one. She breathes out a long sigh.
"If you don't like it, you know what you need to do to make it stop," I say, and she nods eagerly.
I attach the second clamp and give myself a moment to admire how fucking stunning she looks with these dangling from her tits. My hand finds the chain connecting the two, and I give it a gentle tug.
"Oh my god,” she moans.
I watch as her eyes roll back in her head, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life.
"So desperate." I chuckle and reach down to grab my knife.
Her eyes follow my every motion as I trail the tip of the blade along her skin. I glance down at the mark I gave her on her thigh and smile at the memory. She took it for me so well that day.
"Do you want me to mark you again, princess?"
She nods, and I punish her for not using her words by tugging on the chain.
"FUCK!" She screams.
"Use your words, Callie. Do you want me to mark this pretty body of yours? "
"Yes," she breathes out. "Please."
A deep chuckle leaves my chest, and I drag the tip of the knife lightly around the burn on her stomach. It’s enough to leave a scratch but not enough pressure to cut her, yet. She lifts her hips, silently begging me for more, but she needs to be patient.
I want this mark to be visible, so I choose a spot on her upper arm and push the blade down, making the first cut. Tears wet her face from the mixture of pain and relief that flows through her while I work. I bring a finger down to press lightly on her clit as I make a second line and then a third. She moans from the combination of pleasure and pain.
"Barrett," she whines, and I already know why.
"You love the pain, don't you, princess? My little pain slut. Be a good whore for me, and come."
I toss the knife aside and pinch her clit while pulling down on the chain between her breasts. It's all she needs to completely lose control and find bliss. She moans, eyes rolling back in her head as she gets lost in the orgasm. When she finally comes down, I pull my hand from her and grab a tissue from my nightstand.
I press the tissue to the marks on her arm to stop the bleeding. They're not deep cuts, but they’ll leave the perfect scar of the letter 'M' so the whole world knows she belongs to the Monroe brothers.
"Barrett," she whines.
"I fucking love when you beg. You want more? Who am I to deny you? "
I position myself on my knees between her legs and reach down to grab them. They dangle over my arms as I lift her bottom off the bed and slide into her nice and slow. She's soaking wet, so there's no resistance when each one of my bars disappears into her pussy.
When I fully seat myself, I begin moving in and out as the sweet sounds of her pleasure fall from her lips. She clenches while I thrust in and out of her. I let go of her legs, prompting her to wrap them around my waist to hold herself up, and smile down at her.
"Are you ready for the best part?"
Her brow furrows when I lean forward and release both of the nipple clamps. Her pussy immediately pulses around me, and I hear the sounds of the bindings holding her wrists jingle. Her back arches, and I lean forward to wrap my fingers around her throat as I slam into her.
"My perfect greedy girl, aren’t you? Come on my cock, princess." She can't speak, but the most desperate sound I’ve ever heard falls from her chest.
I pump in and out of her a few more times, and I feel the way her pussy flutters around me as she loses herself again. I come with her this time, shooting every last drop of my release inside her and filling her up.
When I let go of her throat, she takes a deep breath and pulls against the bindings on her arms again. I pull myself out of her and lower her bottom half back onto the bed before making quick work of freeing her from the bindings and pulling her into me to wipe the tears from her face.
"Let's get you cleaned up. I have to tend to the cut on your arm."
"What did you carve?" She looks down at the letter and smiles with approval. "It's perfect."
"I love you, Callie," I whisper in her ear.
"I love you too, Barrett. Thank you for giving me what I needed and not asking questions."
"I'm always here for you. Your needs come before mine or anyone else's in this house. You are our entire world, Callie."
"I don't deserve you guys," she admits, and I know she fully believes that, but the truth is, we don’t deserve her.
I grip her chin and tilt her head so she's able to look me in the eyes. "You're right, you don't deserve us. You deserve much better, but we are all you've got, so you'll just have to learn to manage."
She smiles, and I lean in to give her a kiss before standing up to lead her to the bathroom. I plan on having a nice bath with my girl and then maybe bringing her back to my bedroom to fuck her over and over again. If that's what she needs, of course. Tomorrow is a new day, and hopefully, she can deal with the feelings and work out whatever she has to with her mother.