Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
F iona
Naked by the fire, him over me, his strong arm slipping under my belly to pull me up on my knees. Kneeling behind me, he smacks my bare ass.
Pain blasts over my naked skin. “Ow! What was that for?”
“We need to make things clear. It was cute and sexy even when you were playing at being the one in control. But I’m the one in charge.” He spanks my other ass cheek harder than the first spank. I suck a harsh breath between my clenched teeth as he growls, “Can’t have you getting the wrong idea. Can we?”
“Do I still get the kitten?” I gasp.
“You’ll have your kitten, but you’ll be having a spanking first.”
“But why?” I shake my head. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”
He strokes my stinging ass with his open palm. “Cause your ass is so beautiful, and I want to see the red marks of my belt across it?—”
“Your belt!”
“Aye.” He gives my ass quick, soft spanks, peppering my skin with sharp pats that instantly make me wet. “And you’ve changed me, yes. You’ve taught me patience.” He punctuates the syllable with harder spanks. “And not to be an ass, aye. But you’ll never, ever change me from being the beast, the one who will take control over this beautiful body and make it come, hard and plenty.”
“Threat or promise?” I gasp between spanks.
“Both.” His rough palm smooths over my stinging curves as he speaks. “I don’t want you thinking you’re the one in charge. I’ll continue to learn from you. Become a better human, aye. But I’ll die before I’m not the head of my household. And you’ll obey me.”
My head snaps over my shoulder to meet his eyes. “Or pay the consequences, yeah I’ve heard you say something like that before, but didn’t you learn from sending me off that being controlling?—”
He cuts my words off into a gasp as he grabs the hair at the back of my neck, wrapping it tightly around his fist. “I learned that you and I are going to be together forever. That I’ll never leave you. And you’ll never leave me.” He tugs, the pain at the nape of my neck sending sharp tingles dancing across my skin as my head pulls back.
“And?” I hiss .
“And I’m still in control. Will always be in control.” His mouth finds the delicate skin just below my ear, sucking and nipping at my neck. “I’ll protect you. Defend you. And care for you.”
“And I’ll obey?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“And when I don’t want to obey?” I ask.
His hand remains twisted in my hair. His body moves behind me, leaning to one side. I can’t turn my head to see what he does, but I hear the distinct sound of the metal buckle of his belt clacking against the hardwood floors as he tugs it from the loops of his earlier discarded pants.
I’ve never been struck with a leather belt. As with all new experiences with Callum, the idea fills me with equal parts foggy fear and desire-laden curiosity.
There’s a faint buzzing sound. Oh God. He’s got the vibrator again.
“I am the head of our household.” His hand brushes my inner thigh as he brings the buzzing torture device to my still throbbing clit. It hums along my swollen, sensitive bud, making my pussy clench.
“I am responsible for the safety and well-being of everyone in that house.” He tugs my hair. I arch my back, crying out as I start to come.
“And you will respect my headship. Do you want the vibrator inside you while I whip your ass?” he asks.
“I have to decide? I have to choose which torture?— ”
“Aye.” The tip of the bullet-shaped toy leaves my overstimulated clit, playing with the wet entrance of my pussy.
“I don’t know if I can take more.” My poor clitoris…it’s aching. If I don’t say yes, the toy will still be around, and he might return to my sore clit.
I’d be safer with the vibrator tucked inside me, wouldn’t I?
He pushes the toy inside me. Waves of pleasure thrum through my pussy, making my womb feel hot and heavy. My nipples tighten, and my breasts ache.
I manage to get out, “I—I’ll keep…it in.”
“Good girl. I knew you could take more.” He pushes a button, and the toy turns off. It fills my pussy. I can squeeze my muscles around it, getting a hint of relief from the aching desire that plagues me.
Flattening his freed palm between my shoulder blades, he guides me down to the floor, burying my breasts into the soft, shaggy rug. My cheek presses into the rug as well.
He unwraps my hair from his hand. “Stay there. Tits down. Ass up. Yes, sir?”
His dirty mouth makes me grow wetter. “Y—yes sir,” I stammer.
I press my palms into the carpet, my knees digging into the ground, my ass high and bare and vulnerable to his punishments.
My legs are parted, showing him my pussy glistening with arousal, my asshole, everything. The cool night air rushes over me as he leaves me.
Leather snaps .
The sound startles me. I quickly wriggle back into place. The cool leather of his belt drags over the widest part of my hips. I half shiver from the delicate touch, half shudder at the fear I feel of the pain the belt could cause me. I’ve only got a moment to think these things because now he’s reaching between my legs, pushing a button to cycle through the various settings.
My jaw drops as he goes through the settings, the toy giving a variety of pulses. Finally, he finds the one he wants. I moan, the vibrator coming on and off, on and off, distracting me with blasts of teasing pleasure, followed by brief moments of relief.
Then he’s gone. The vibrator turns off. The sound of leather slicing through the air fills the room. The belt comes down hard, cracking across my ass.
The vibrator turns on. The moment the licks of fire set in, so does the tightening of my pussy, my muscles clamping down on the toy as bolts of pleasure rock my body.
Never, ever have I dropped the explosive f-bomb.
“F—uuuuuuuck!” I cry out.
“Naughty language from such a sweet girl. I’d best whip you a wee bit harder, eh?”
The vibrator cuts off. I press my forehead into the rug, exhaling in my brief moment of relief. “No! I couldn’t take it?—"
The belt comes again, hard and fast, smarting a line of punishment directly above the first. The pain puts white stars behind my lids. My fingers grip the long carpet fibers. “Oh my—” And the damned vibrator buzzes, making my entire world spin on end.
“I’ ll be so good, sir,” I beg. “I’ll always obey you! I promise.” The vibrator stops. The belt comes down. The vibrator starts. “I swear!”
“My wee Fi. Tsk tsk. Swearing? To our sweet, innocent, holy Christ child?”
And it all starts over again…
“Fuuuuuuuck!” The climax tears through me, threatening to break me in two. I can’t stop myself from coming out of position and curling into a ball on the carpet. “Please! Get this thing out of me! Stop this madness.”
The vibrator stops. The belt drops to the ground. He’s by my side, fingers creeping between my thighs. “I think you’ve had enough.”
“Oh, Lord. Thank you?—”
But he lets his fingers move slowly. On purpose. Letting the vibrator turn on, allowing me to start to climax once more. He finally finds the button, but instead of clicking the toy off, he changes the mode…
So it stays on. He holds me in his arms, smoothing rough palms over my curves as the climax works its way through my body. With the vibrator remaining on, it allows me to plunge headfirst into warm waves of pleasure.
“Yes! Oh, yes!”
Finally, he turns the toy off. I collapse fully against his naked body. He holds me close, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “There’s my girl. There’s my good girl.”
I savor the afterglow of our session as we bask in the warmth of the fire. The crackling of the flames, the scent of the wood, the flicker of golden light against the walls. The strength of his protective arms wrapped tighter around my naked body. The sparkle of the new ring I wear. The beauty of the room that surrounds us.
I’m just so grateful. My heart swells. I put my arms over his, my hands covering his. “Thank you,” I whisper.
He leans forward, kissing the back of my head through my hair. “For what?”
“This? Everything? For the flowers and the notes. I never thanked you.”
“Note,” he says. “I only gave you one.”
“The cute one?” I ask. “The one signed, love, your monster.”
“Aye.”
Spidery prickles crawl up the back of my neck. “There was a second note. The morning of the day you came. Just a few hours before you came, actually. With a dozen bloodred roses.”
I turn onto my back to face him. He lifts up on his elbow, staring down at me. “What did the note say?”
At this time, I assumed he’d ordered the flowers over the phone. Hence, the card included hadn’t come in his handwriting like the first one.
“It said…”
The black, bold words pop up in my mind, and now, they have an ominous feel.
SEE YOU SOON FIONA
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