Chapter 6 - Kelly #2
Tyler's truck isn't in the driveway, which means we have the house to ourselves. Callum leads me through the front door and up the stairs to his room, his hand warm and possessive on the small of my back. Every touch reminds me how much bigger he is—his palm spans nearly my entire lower back.
Once we're in the guest room, Callum turns to face me, his expression soft but serious. He cups my face with both hands, making me feel tiny and treasured. "You sure about this, baby girl?"
The endearment makes my stomach flutter. "Yes, Daddy," I whisper, the word slipping out naturally. "I want to move forward. With you."
His eyes darken at the title. "Say it again."
"Daddy," I breathe, reaching up to touch his face. "I want you, Daddy."
"Good girl." The praise washes over me like warm honey. "Such a good girl, using your words." He kisses me deeply, possessively, his hands tangling in my hair and tilting my head exactly how he wants it. When we break apart, we're both breathing hard.
"Turn around, baby," Callum orders, and it's definitely a command this time.
I obey without hesitation, feeling small and safe as his huge frame presses against my back. His fingers work at the laces of my corset with practiced ease.
"That's my good girl. So obedient for me." The bodice loosens and falls away, leaving me in just the short skirt, stockings, and boots. "Look at you. Dressed up like my perfect little present."
His hands skim over my bare shoulders and down my arms, the contrast in our sizes making me shiver. When he cups my breasts from behind, his hands completely engulf them. I arch into his touch with a soft moan.
"That's it, baby girl," he murmurs against my ear. "Let me hear how good it feels. Don't hide those pretty sounds from me."
His fingers find my nipples, rolling and pinching them until I'm gasping and squirming against him. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my back—thick and huge and perfect—and the knowledge that I affect him this much makes me feel powerful despite how small I am in his arms.
"Please," I whimper. "I need more."
"I know what you need, sweetheart. I always know what my little girl needs." His voice is rough with want. "But you're going to be patient and let me unwrap my present properly. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl." He rewards me with a kiss to my neck that makes me melt. "Turn around and look at Daddy."
I turn to face him, suddenly shy despite everything we've already done together. Callum's eyes are dark with desire as they move over my body, taking in every detail with an intensity that makes me feel worshipped.
"Perfect," he says, reaching out to trace the line of my collarbone with one finger. "My perfect little girl. All mine."
The possessive endearment makes me shiver with want. "Yours," I agree breathlessly. "Only yours."
"That's right. Mine to take care of. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure." Callum's hands move to the zipper of my skirt. "You know what that means, baby girl?"
"It means you don't come without permission.
It means you tell me exactly what you need.
It means you trust me to give you everything.
" He slides the skirt down my legs, kneeling before me to help me step out of it.
From this angle, I can see how huge he is—even kneeling, his head is level with my chest.
I'm left in just my stockings, boots, and a tiny pair of red lace panties that match the costume. Callum makes a sound deep in his throat that's purely animal, his hands gripping my thighs possessively.
"Did you wear these for Daddy?" he asks, tracing the edge of the lace with one finger.
"Yes, Daddy," I gasp as his touch sends electricity through my body. "Everything is for you."
"Such a good girl, getting all dressed up for me. Making yourself pretty." His finger dips beneath the lace, finding me already wet and ready. "And look how wet you are. I've barely touched you and you're already soaking."
I can't form words, can only moan as he teases me with gentle touches that aren't nearly enough. After weeks of building tension, I'm wound so tight I feel like I might shatter at any moment.
"Please, Daddy," I beg. "Please, I need—"
"Tell Daddy what you need," he commands, his finger circling my clit through the damp lace. "Use your words, baby girl."
"I need you to touch me properly. I need you to make me come. I need you to claim me completely." The words tumble out desperately. "I need your cock. Please."
That seems to snap the last of Callum's control.
He lifts me easily—I weigh nothing to him—and lays me on the bed.
Then he follows me down, covering my body with his, surrounding me completely.
The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, makes me feel safe and cherished and desperately aroused all at once.
"I'm going to take such good care of you," Callum murmurs against my throat, pressing hot kisses to my pulse point. "Going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. Going to show you exactly how I take care of my baby."
His mouth works its way down my body, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts until I'm arching off the bed with need. He takes his time, sucking hard enough to leave marks—claiming me.
"Everyone's going to know you belong to Daddy," he growls against my skin. "Going to mark you up so pretty."
When he reaches the waistband of my panties, he hooks his fingers in the lace and looks up at me, his eyes dark with possession. "May I, baby girl?"
The fact that he asks permission even now makes my heart swell. "Please," I breathe.
Callum slides the scrap of fabric down my legs slowly, teasingly. "Beautiful," he says, settling between my thighs and spreading them wide with his big hands. "Look at this perfect little pussy. All pink and wet and mine. Say it's mine, baby."
"It's yours. All yours."
"That's right." The first touch of his tongue against my center makes me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. "This belongs to me now. Everything about you belongs to me."
Callum takes his time, exploring every sensitive spot with his tongue, his fingers, making me writhe and beg. He's methodical and thorough, learning exactly what makes me gasp and moan.
"That's it, baby girl," he encourages when I start to move restlessly beneath him. "Let go for me. Let me make you feel good."
When his lips close around my clit and suck hard while two thick fingers push inside me, I nearly explode. But I remember his rule.
"Please," I gasp. "Please can I come? I need to come so bad, please!"
"Not yet, baby. Hold it for me. Be a good girl and wait for permission."
He works me mercilessly, bringing me right to the edge over and over while I sob and beg. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue circles my clit relentlessly.
"Please! I can't—I need—please let me come!"
"Come now, baby girl. Come all over my face."
I shatter completely, screaming his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. Callum works me through it, licking and sucking gently until I'm boneless and shaking. Then he moves up my body to gather me in his arms.
"Such a good girl," he praises, kissing me deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue. "Did so well waiting for permission. I'm so proud of you."
I glow under the praise, but I need more. I reach down to cup him through his jeans, finding him rock hard and huge. "Please, Daddy. I need you inside me."
"We're going to take this slow, alright?" He strokes my hair, his touch gentle despite the hunger in his eyes. "I'm a lot bigger than you, baby girl. I need to make sure I don't hurt you. You tell me immediately if anything hurts or if you want to stop. Promise me."
"I promise."
"Good girl." Callum kisses me deeply, then reluctantly pulls away to strip off his clothes.
When he's finally naked, I can't help but stare.
He's beautiful in a purely masculine way—all hard muscle and scarred skin and perfect proportions.
And his cock is huge, thick and long and already leaking for me.
"Like what you see, baby girl?" he asks, and there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the teasing.
"Love it, Daddy," I correct, reaching for him. "You're so big. So perfect."
"And you're so small," he says, settling over me and supporting his weight on his forearms. His body completely covers mine. "I'm going to have to be very careful with you, aren't I?"
I can feel him hard and hot against my thigh, and the anticipation makes me squirm. "Please, Daddy. I can take it. I can take all of you."
"We'll see about that." Callum reaches between us to position himself at my entrance, rubbing the thick head through my wetness. "Remember, baby girl—you tell Daddy if it's too much."
The first push of him inside me makes us both gasp. He's so much bigger than I expected, stretching me almost to the point of pain. Callum goes agonizingly slow, letting me adjust to each thick inch, murmuring praise and encouragement the whole time.
"That's my good girl. Taking me so well. Look how your little pussy stretches around me. Made for me, weren't you?"
"Yes," I whimper. "Made for you. Only for you."
"That's right. This tight little cunt belongs to me now." When he's finally fully seated inside me, we both groan. "Fuck, baby girl. You feel like heaven. So tight and warm and perfect around my cock."
"So full," I manage, overwhelmed by the intimacy of having him inside me. "You're so deep."
"And you're going to take every inch, aren't you? Going to be good and take everything I give you."
"Yes. Please move. Please fuck me."
"Such a filthy little mouth on my sweet girl." Callum begins to move in slow, deep strokes that make me feel every thick inch. "You want me to fuck you? Want me to claim this tight little pussy?"
"Please!" I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Please fuck me. Make me yours."
Callum groans at the change in angle, his control slipping slightly. "You sure you can take it harder, baby? I don't want to hurt you."
"I can take it, Daddy. I promise. Please, I need more!"
His restraint finally snaps, and he starts moving with real purpose, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes that make the bed creak beneath us. I meet him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds.
"That's it, baby girl. Such a good little slut for me. Taking my cock like you were made for it." His dirty talk makes me clench around him. "You like being my little slut? Like being split open on my cock?"
"Yes! Love it! Love being yours!"
"Who does this pussy belong to?" He punctuates each word with a hard thrust.
"You, Daddy! Belongs to you!"
"That's right. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to breed." His hand moves between us to find my clit, circling it with just the right pressure. "You want Daddy to come inside you, baby girl? Want me to fill up this tight little cunt?"
"Please, Daddy! Want all of it! Want you to come inside me!"
"Ask permission first. Good girls ask permission to come."
"May I come? Please? I'm so close, I need it so bad, please let me come on your cock!"
"Not yet. Hold it for me, baby. Show Daddy what a good girl you are."
He pounds into me relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust while his fingers work my clit. I'm sobbing with the effort of holding back my orgasm, teetering right on the edge.
"Please! I can't hold it anymore! Please let me come! Please!"
"Come now, baby girl. Come all over my cock. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze me."
I explode around him, screaming his name as my body clenches rhythmically. The sensation sends Callum over the edge too, and he buries himself deep with a groan, flooding me with his release.
"Mine," he growls against my neck. "All mine. Say it."
"Yours," I gasp. "All yours. Forever."
We lie there afterward, breathing hard and holding each other close. I feel completely wrung out in the best possible way, boneless and satisfied and utterly content. Callum is still inside me, keeping me plugged full of his cum.
"Don't move yet," he murmurs. "Want to keep my cum inside you. Want you to feel full of me."
I shiver at his possessive words. "Feels good."
"Good." He presses kisses to my hair, my forehead, my cheeks. "How do you feel, baby girl? Did I take good care of you?"
"Perfect," I say, and I mean it. "Absolutely perfect. You always take such good care of me."
"That's my job. Taking care of my little girl." Callum's arms tighten around me possessively. "I love you, Kelly. I know it's probably too soon to say it, but I can't keep it in anymore. You're mine now. I'm keeping you."
My heart stops, then starts beating double-time. "You love me?"
"I do, baby girl. Have for years, probably since the day you turned eighteen and I realized you weren't Tyler's little sister anymore. You were just... you. Beautiful and kind and everything I never knew I needed."
Tears prick at my eyes, but they're happy tears. "I love you too," I whisper. "So much it scares me sometimes."
"Don't be scared, baby girl," Callum says, tilting my chin up so he can look into my eyes. "I'm going to take care of you. Always. You never have to be scared when you're with me. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now let's get you cleaned up and into bed. You need rest." He finally, carefully, pulls out of me. We both groan at the loss of connection. "Look at that," he says, spreading my legs to see his cum leaking out of me. "So pretty, all marked up and full of me. You did so well, baby girl."
The praise makes me glow. "Thank you."
He gathers me up easily, carrying me to the bathroom like I weigh nothing. "Let me take care of you."
And he does. He runs a bath, washes me gently, dries me carefully, and tucks me into bed wearing one of his huge t-shirts. He brings me water and makes sure I drink it all. Then he climbs in beside me, pulling me against his chest.
"Sleep now, baby girl. I've got you."
"Promise you'll be here when I wake up?"
"I promise. I'm never leaving you." He kisses my forehead. "You're mine now, Kelly. Forever."
"Forever," I agree sleepily, feeling safe and loved and completely claimed.
And as I drift off in his arms, I know with absolute certainty that this is exactly where I belong.