Chapter 7 - Callum #2
"Look at yourself," I say, turning her toward the mirror above the dresser.
Kelly's eyes go wide when she sees her reflection. The collar sits perfectly, delicate and beautiful and unmistakably meaningful. She reaches up to touch it with trembling fingers.
"I'm wearing your collar," she says, like she can't quite believe it.
"You are." I wrap my arms around her from behind, both of us looking at our reflection. "How does it feel?"
"Perfect." Kelly's eyes are bright with unshed tears. "It feels perfect, Daddy."
The word makes something in my chest expand. My girl. My collared girl.
"Good," I murmur against her ear. "Because you look perfect wearing it. Look at you, baby. So beautiful. So mine."
Kelly turns in my arms, and when she looks up at me, there's so much love and trust in her eyes that it almost hurts.
"Thank you," she whispers. "For this. For everything."
"You don't have to thank me." I cup her face, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. "Taking care of you is the best thing I've ever done."
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby girl." I kiss her softly, then deeper, my hands moving to her waist. "So much."
Kelly melts against me, her hands fisting in my shirt. When we break apart, she's breathing hard and her eyes are dark with want.
"Daddy," she says, and her voice is needy. "Please."
"Please what?" I already know what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.
"Please take care of me. You said after the collar... please."
"I did say that, didn't I?" I back her toward the bed slowly. "And Daddy always keeps his promises."
Kelly sits when the backs of her knees hit the mattress, looking up at me with those big eyes. The collar gleams at her throat, my mark on her, and the sight makes possessive heat flood through me.
"Lie back," I tell her, and she obeys immediately. "Arms above your head."
She stretches her arms up, the position making her look small and vulnerable and trusting. I take my time undressing her, savoring each inch of skin I reveal. The flannel shirt first, then her bra, then slowly peeling her leggings and panties down her legs.
When she's finally naked except for the collar, I just stand there and look at her.
"Daddy?" Kelly's voice is uncertain.
"Just looking at my girl," I tell her. "My perfect, beautiful, collared girl."
Kelly blushes, and I love that even after three months, she still gets shy when I praise her.
I strip off my clothes, then settle over her on the bed. Kelly's hands immediately go to my shoulders, pulling me down for a kiss.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she admits against my lips.
"Good. Want you desperate for me. Needy." I kiss down her throat, careful of the collar, then to her breasts. "Want you to remember this every time you touch that collar."
"I will," Kelly gasps as I take one nipple in my mouth. "I'll remember."
I worship her breasts until she's squirming beneath me, then kiss my way down her stomach. Her thighs fall open automatically, and the sight of her pink and wet and ready for me makes my cock throb.
"So pretty," I murmur, settling between her legs. "Daddy's pretty girl. All mine."
I take my time, using my tongue and fingers to build her up slowly. Kelly's hands fist in the sheets, her hips rocking against my mouth as she chases her pleasure.
"Please, Daddy," she begs. "Please let me come."
"Not yet, baby. Hold it for me."
I keep her right on the edge, backing off every time she gets close. She's whimpering with need, her whole body trembling, before I finally give permission.
"Come for me, baby girl. Show Daddy how good you are."
Kelly comes apart with a cry, her body arching off the bed. I work her through it gently, then move up her body to gather her in my arms.
"Good girl," I praise, kissing her temple. "Such a good girl for me."
Kelly's still catching her breath when she reaches down to wrap her hand around my cock. "Your turn."
"Not done with you yet." I roll her onto her back again, positioning myself at her entrance. "Need to be inside my collared girl. Need to feel you."
"Yes," Kelly breathes. "Please, Daddy. I need you."
I push inside slowly. She's so tight and wet and perfect, and seeing the collar at her throat while I'm buried inside her makes me feel primitive and possessive.
I set a steady rhythm, deep and claiming.
Kelly's hands are on my back, her nails digging in as the pleasure builds.
I reach up to touch the collar, feeling the silver chain against my fingers.
"Look at you," I tell her. "Wearing my collar while I fuck you. So perfect. So mine. Everyone's going to know you belong to someone now."
"Good," Kelly gasps. "Want them to know. Want everyone to see I'm yours."
The words make me snap, and I start moving faster, harder. Kelly matches me thrust for thrust, taking everything I give her. "Touch yourself," I order. "Make yourself come on my cock while wearing my collar."
Kelly's hand moves between us, and I can feel her fingers working her clit. Her breath comes in short gasps, and I know she's close.
"Come for Daddy," I tell her. "Come for me, baby girl."
She shatters, clenching around me so tight I can barely move. The sensation sends me over the edge, and I bury myself deep as I come, filling her with everything I have.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. Then I roll onto my back, pulling Kelly with me so she's draped across my chest.
"How do you feel?" I ask when we've both caught our breath.
"Perfect." Kelly touches the collar at her throat, her fingers tracing the chain. "Complete. Like this is how I was always supposed to be."
"You were," I tell her, pressing a kiss to her hair. "You were always meant to be mine."
We lie there in comfortable silence, Kelly's fingers playing with the collar while I stroke her back. The collar catches the lamplight every time she moves, a constant reminder of what we are to each other.
"Callum?" Kelly says eventually.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Thank you. For knowing what I needed. For giving me this."
"You don't have to thank me." I tilt her chin up so I can see her face. "I meant what I said. Taking care of you is a privilege, not a burden. You've given me purpose, Kelly. Given me someone to protect and cherish. If anything, I should be thanking you."
Kelly's eyes fill with tears, and she buries her face against my chest. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, sweetheart. More than I ever thought possible." I hold her close, feeling the steady beat of her heart against my chest. "You're stuck with me now. You know that, right? The collar means I'm keeping you forever."
"Good," Kelly says fiercely. "Because I'm keeping you too."
Outside, snow begins to fall, the first real snow of the season.
Inside, wrapped around my collared girl, I feel more at peace than I ever have.
This is what I've been looking for my whole life without knowing it—someone to care for, someone who needs what I can give, someone who trusts me completely.
Kelly's breathing evens out as she drifts off to sleep, and I let myself relax, my hand resting over the collar at her throat. My mark. My girl. Mine.
Forever.
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