20. Callum
CALLUM
S he wants me to burn her? Okay. I’ll ignite a raging fire that will leave her blistered. Mona is expecting my anger and dominance, but that’s not what I’m going to give her. If she wants to be in charge, that’s what she’ll be.
She tugs at the metal leash and pulls me forward. “What’s the matter, Callum? Thought you were going to burn me.”
“The most dangerous fire is the one you aren’t expecting, Kitten.”
Mona’s eyes widen. Good, I caught her off guard.
Her shock wears off quickly as she smirks and yanks the leash again. “I might be your kitten, Callum, but you seem to enjoy being my little pup.”
“Baby, if it means I get to see you naked, I’ll be anything you want.”
“You want to see me naked, Callum? Is that what all this is about?”
I smile. “I always want to see you naked, Kitten.”
“What will you do to get what you want?”
I could lie, get off the floor, and put her in her place, but seeing Mona in charge is intoxicating. Watching her stand over me with the chain in her hand has my dick throbbing in my pants. “Anything. I’ll fuckin’ do anything.”
Mona turns to look at Atlas. “What about you?”
We wait in silence for what feels like an eternity. Atlas gazes from Mona to me. He swallows. I’m not sure why he’s hesitating. This is what we’ve wanted for two years, each of us consumed with her, needing her, desperate for her.
I’m about to get off the ground and choke him out for not jumping on the opportunity when he speaks.
“What do you want us to do?”
Mona smiles and returns to the toy room. Minutes tick by as we wait for her to return.
When she does, she steps toward Atlas and snaps a collar and leash on him. “If the two of you want me, you need to know how it feels to be chained up like a dog. On your knees, Atlas.”
Atlas falls to his knees at the command.
“Good boy,” Mona coos, dropping the leashes and walking into my bedroom. “Now, crawl to me.”
Both Atlas and I follow her orders like dogs.
Mona smiles as she removes her shirt, exposing her black lace bra. “Look at my good little boys.” She glides her hands up her body, gently grazing the fresh knife wound on her abdomen. I should have killed the motherfucker.
Mona snaps her fingers. “Eyes up here, Callum.”
I gaze into her pretty green eyes. “What do I get for being a good boy?”
Mona saunters over, picks up the leashes, and yanks us forward. The leash constricts my throat, limiting my air supply. “Choke collars. Of course, you’d have those, Callum. If I remember correctly, seeing someone suffocate is one of your favorite things.”
“Go ahead, Callum, it’s fine.”
Mona kept telling me it was okay, but a part of me hated my actions. Yearning to suffocate someone was a sickness, but I still did it. I thrust into her as my hands circled her neck.
“Tap my arm the minute you need me to let go,” I ordered.
“Got it,” Mona croaked.
“What’s wrong with me, baby girl? What’s wrong with me for wanting to turn your pretty skin blue? I love the way your legs thrash and your fingernails scrape my hands.” I thrust into her warm cunt. “Even your perfect pussy feels tighter.”
Atlas gripped my waist as he adjusted his cock in my asshole. His fingers bruised my flesh as he hammered my ass.
“Choke me,” I begged through clenched teeth. “I want to feel like I’m going to pass out as I cum deep inside this pretty whore’s pussy.”
Atlas kissed the side of my face as his hand slipped up my body, and he gripped the end of the chain. “Remember when I put this on you? Tell me when you’re close.”
Atlas gave me the necklace four years ago. The day he claimed me as his and discovered I had a thing for choking.
Atlas and I thrust in rhythm. I fucked Mona while Atlas fucked me.
“Now. Pull it now.”
My throat was restricted, and breathing became impossible. But I didn’t care because the struggle to breathe unleashed one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced.