Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
F iona
His cock teases the entrance of my pussy. So close, yet so far. “Tell me you want this, Fiona. Tell me you want me inside you.”
I do want him. But I’m scared, overwhelmed. He’s warning this is a punishment, that it will hurt. Where are my candles, rose petals, and whispered sweet nothings? But this is Callum, and as always, things go Callum’s way.
And his way seems so primal, so memorable, as he fills me with a need too deep and demanding to be satisfied by poetry and satin sheets. But so much has built up to this moment: whispered girlhood conversations, my Harlequin Romance novels, my own imagination, and expectations—they all swirl through my mind, creating a cloud of chaos .
His cock is right there. I could say, “yes,” and no longer be a virgin. He holds his cock there, teasing my entrance. A whine comes up in the back of my throat as he demands, “Do ye want me, Fiona?”
“Mmm…” My head is spinning like a top. My thoughts and emotions swirl around my mind in one chaotic blur. I do want him. I need him.
But not like this.
“I want you. ‘Course I do,” I say. Throwing my head over my shoulder, I eye what I can of him. “And you can punish me any way you like, but not like this.”
He pushes inside me, enough to give me a taste of him, but not enough to count. “Are ye sure, my Fiona? Do you want this to end here? You want me to stop?” He pulls away from me, leaving me whimpering with need.
“No, I want you…I need you…I just…” Finally, feeling shameful and naive with inexperience, I manage to get the words out. “I don’t want it rough. Not for my first time.”
He stills, freezing behind me. I wait, feeling silly for my confession, my palms damp against the desk. Finally, I hear him moan as he puts on his pants, the clank of the metal buckle of his belt clasping.
He growls, “I may have”—he clears his throat—“gotten carried away.”
The closest this monster will ever get to issuing an apology…
I expect him to walk away and leave me standing here, half naked in his office, stewing in my disappointment. Instead, his big, strong arms gather around me, pulling me to him, then scooping under my back and my thighs, holding me like a bride about to go over a threshold.
“It’s fine, Fiona,” he says, his voice softer. He leans down to kiss my forehead. “Have it your way.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me up the stairs. I stare up at him, so happy to be back in his embrace. “I am sorry for worrying you.”
“I know. You’re sweet like that.” He gently lays me down on the guest room bed I’ve overtaken since my arrival. He crawls over me on the bed, staring down at me.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t punish you. First you’ll have it your way,” he repeats, “my naughty little minx.” Lightly, he brushes his lips over my forehead, my cheek, my lips, my earlobe. “But then, you’ll have it mine.”
“Fine.” I moan, deep desire filling me as he nestles his way between my thighs.
He’s hitching my dress up around my waist, never leaving me as he shoves his pants down, kicking them off his feet. He cups the side of my face against his palm, staring into my eyes a moment, murmuring “My sweet Fiona shall always get her way,” before kissing me deeply.
My tongue travels over his, swiping greedily. His cock is against the entrance of my pussy. After experiencing his strength carrying me up the stairs, his seeing things my way and giving me what I want the way I want it, I’m even wetter and more turned on than from his earlier punishment.
He presses against me, breaking the kiss to meet my eyes. “Look at me. I want you looking at me when I’m inside you. ”
“That’s what I wanted, too,” I say. “And being bent over your desk”—I give a nervous giggle—“doesn’t quite allow for that.”
“Aye. I’ve begun to see the benefit of doing things your way.” He nips my earlobe, pain and tingles mixing with his growl. “Some of the time.”
His eyes meet mine as he enters me, pushing slowly at first, letting my body accommodate his width, his size.
“Oh!” My pussy stings and burns as he thrusts his cock halfway inside me. I don’t think I can take any more of him. “I’m too tight.”
“Aye. Yer tight. You’re so tight. But I’ll have you. I’ll get all of me inside you.” He pulls out of me, lifting up and kissing his way down my belly.
I pop up to look at him. “Where are you going?”
Holding my naked hips, he stares up at me, that naughty glint in his green eyes. “I’m going to make you wetter so you can take all of me.”
He returns to his kissing trail, going lower till he reaches heaven. I drop back down on the bed, my hands going to my hair, tugging on it as my eyes close. “Oh. Lord!” All I can feel is his mouth on me, the tip of his tongue lashing out to flick against the swollen bud of my clit.
I’m already so turned on, so close to the edge, that his mouth on me, the licking of my clit, makes me come. Twice. They’re tight, harsh, staccato orgasms. And yes, they make me so much wetter. I feel his saliva on me, the wetness of my arousal pooling beneath me .
He wipes his face on the covers, returning to see me. “Now, eyes on me, beautiful girl.” And with one hard thrust, he enters me fully.
Nothing could prepare me for this moment, for the feel of him all the way inside me. There’s a bright spot of pain that eases into a fiery warmth of pleasure. He’s huge. Massive. The feeling is scary, new, wild, and delicious. My head lolls to the side, my eyes closing. My jaw drops, and a cry gets caught in the back of my throat. He kisses his way down the curve of my neck, nestling under the neckline of my dress to kiss the tops of my breasts.
He sucks and bites. “Leaving my mark so you can remember I was here.”
“How could I ever forget this?” I gasp.
“I’ll never forget this moment. You feel so fucking good. Yer so beautiful. You were right; it’s much better this way. I’d hate to think I would have missed the look on your face the first time you felt my cock fully inside you.”
“Hush,” I say, his words bringing me both excitement and shame.
“Never. I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are. How good your pussy feels. And how much I love burying my cock deep inside you.” He weaves his fingers into mine, sliding my arms along the bed till they're up over my head as he pulls back, thrusting even deeper, something I’d not thought to be possible.
“Oh! My.” He pulls back, and I wait, eager for the next thrust. Instead, he pulls out of me, leaving me empty and aching. “What are you doing? ”
“You’ve had your fun playing at calling the shots. Now, we do things my way.”
“How’s that?” I ask, so close to begging for more. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I stare up at him as he takes off his shirt, revealing the hard wall of his muscled chest. A new wave of arousal comes at the powerful sight of him.
He growls, grabbing me and flipping me over on my stomach. Fingertips dig into my hips as he yanks me up on my knees. “On your knees.”
My hands cling to the pillows, my dress hanging around the band of my bra, my ass bare and raised in the air, my pussy leaking arousal to the inside of my thighs. I’m panting, my body wanting more, but my inexperience leaves me trembling.
Strong, warm hands grab my hips. “Now, I’m going to fuck you like the naughty little girl that you are.”
A weekly pew rider of the Church of Scotland, I never take the Lord’s name in vain, but this is too much. He’s too much. “Oh. My. God…” And then, “Fuck!” I scream out as he enters me fully from behind.
He chuckles, deep and dark. “I love hearing those filthy words on your pretty lips. So naughty.” He gives the side of my ass and thigh a hearty slap, the pain making me squeal.
In this position, he’s even deeper inside me now. Didn’t think that was possible. I feel like I’m choking; I can’t breathe, can’t think, so I press my forehead to the mattress, the pillow pushed away, prisoners of my damp, clutching hands.
And take him .
As my body gets over the shock of all these new sensations, I can relax enough to listen to my body. I press my ass against him, taking him in more fully, those fingers of his clutching my hips.
There will be bite marks on my breasts and bruises on my flesh tomorrow.
His chest presses against my back as he whispers in my ear. “Push your ass against me again. I like that.”
I obey his command.
“God, that feels good,” he moans. Wrapping my hair around his hand, he tugs. The pain tingles down my neck. “You’re so ready for this. So eager. You like it rough, don’t you?”
“Aye. I do.” My knees dig deeper into the mattress as we go harder, our needy bodies slamming into one another when they meet.
He kisses the back of my neck, sucking and biting the delicate skin along the tops of my shoulders. His arm slips around my waist, his hand wrapping in my hair, pulling me up and back so I’m leaning against him, his cock still buried inside me. I reach around, rubbing the back of his neck, running a hand over the tops of his thighs.
He tugs at my hair, bouncing me up and down on his lap in short, hard bursts. I gasp at each thrust. His arm remains wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against him, but his other hand releases my hair. The tangled locks tumble down over my shoulders. I hear him licking his fingers, and his now-free hand slips between my thighs.
“Oh. My. God.” His slick fingertips dance around my clit, massaging and teasing in a circular motion, his touch gathering speed, keeping with the rhythm of our bodies. He growls, his voice so deep and animal-like that it doesn’t sound like him.
He thrusts upward hard, then holds me there. I feel hot wetness fill me, flow from me, but my mind drifts as his fingers tease that oncoming orgasm to finally tip me over the edge of the cliff, sailing into the open sky, gliding over the crashing waves.
We sit there, panting, pressed together in a tangle. Finally, I sit up, pulling him from me. Heat washes over my face as I leak all kinds of warm liquid. I collapse against the bed, and he joins me, pulling me tight into his big spoon as we try to catch our breath.
We share a quiet moment, contemplating how good we are together. A content kitten smile rests on my lips as I lay there, lazy and euphoric as the happy endorphins flow through my system, relaxing every inch of my body.
His arm is locked around my waist. He pulls me closer, even tighter against him. He strokes my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “I don’t ever want you pulling something like that again.”
“I was with Freya,” I protest. “She knows what she’s doing.”
“Aye. She does. She was raised a Burnes. Protecting herself was taught to her as soon as she learned to walk. And she’s lived in this city for years. She’s exposed to all kinds of things in her job. She knows the risks.”
“And I don’t?” I ask. A bit of nerve prickles inside me. “Am I a simple girl? Can’t have things explained to me?”
His voice is softer, quiet, as he strokes my hair. “You’ve no idea how dangerous it is out there, Fiona. I was worried sick… ”
He’s so sweet now, tender and vulnerable, tugging my heartstrings. I put myself in his shoes, something I’ve told him to do with me countless times. That look on his face when I finally walked in the door. He was terrified. Guilt fills me as I turn to face him.
“I am sorry.” I put a hand on either side of his face. “I didn’t think it through. It was meant to be a fun night out, but now I see how it affects you. Your job is to keep everyone safe, and I’m sure it was terrifying not knowing where I was.”
He softens. “Aye. It was. I kept thinking about all the things that could happen…”
Rolling on his back, he takes me in his arms, holding me close to his side, my face pressing against his chest's warm, solid safety, my leg lazily looping over his. I want to do something, anything, in this moment to heal him from the fright I caused. “Can I make you a cup of tea?”
“I don’t need tea,” he says. “I just need you in my arms. Let me hold ye a wee bit longer.”
“Alright.” I press my face against him, inhaling his sexy, masculine scent. The feeling is almost enough to give in to him.
Maybe I will marry the man...
There’s no denying it: Callum Burnes not only wants to fulfill my every need and want, he wants to protect me. Having someone care about my safety and whereabouts again—well, it’s the first time someone has cared since Mam passed.
I think of how he not only stole me but my virginity as well. Well, stealing my virginity—that’s a stretch. He’s not the good, kind, soft-spoken man I’ve imagined spending the rest of my life with. I won’t marry him. Not a chance.
I shift my weight, pressing my thighs together. There’s a new soreness there, one I’ve never felt and didn’t know would come, pain but not altogether unpleasant. I want to know more of what I’ve been missing out on, so I will stay here and get to know the pleasures of the flesh better.
Alright… and get to know Callum better as well.
I pull away from his embrace, finding his gaze. “I won’t marry you, but I’ll stay and get to know you better,” I offer. “Can you handle those terms?”
“No sneaking out?” he asks.
I nod. “Aye.”
“And more importantly, no secrets between us.” His voice is harsher than I think he means it to be.
I smile to soften him. “Yes, that’s important to me as well.”
“Good. Then, yes, I agree to your terms.”
I make him meet my eye. “But there’s one more. And this one, I’m afraid, is non-negotiable.”