CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cal
As the sun begins to set and my bedroom grows darker, one side of Aspen’s body is shadowed, creating a silhouette. Bracing my weight on my right arm, I allow my eyes to peruse Aspen’s face. God, she’s fucking stunning. I remove stray hairs clinging to her forehead and cheek, committing this moment to memory. An ache resides deep within my soul as my eyes map every contour of her beautiful face. I’ve never felt this way in my entire life. I just want to give her everything.
Is this normal? It’s as if I can’t get close enough to her. Maybe that’s why it’s called making love, because the only way to get closer is to bury yourself deep inside that person—to connect with them in the most intimate way.
Call me a simp. Hell, call me whatever you want; I don’t give a shit. This woman lying underneath me is my endgame. Right now, in this very moment, I realize hockey doesn’t mean shit. There’s absolutely no competition. If someone came to me and asked me to choose between the Stanley Cup and Aspen Taylor, hands down I would choose her. Every. Single. Time. And I wouldn’t bat an eye; I would have no regrets.
My priorities have quickly shifted in a short period of time. Above everything, her and Tuck’s happiness is all that matters to me. How can they be happy with me if I’m not around to create memories with them? The last thing I’m going to do is let my second chance at love and a family slip through my fingers. I’m away almost as much as I’m here, and I feel certain that isn’t the life I want anymore.
She lifts her head, and with a kiss, a whispered mumble graces my lips. “I love you, Callan Miles.”
The affirmation nearly takes my breath away. Something about hearing those words accompanied with my full name grips my heart and tugs. I don’t understand the reason, and I don’t have to.That’s it. I’m done for.
I exhale deeply, lifting my head. My eyes hold hers hostage. “I love you too.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Are you sore?”
She shakes her head in response.
With a devious smirk, I let my possessive side take over. “Oh, that’s about to change. You’re going to feel me for the next few days. Every time you sit, I want you to be reminded of exactly who this sweet pussy belongs to.” I peck her lips.
Lifting myself off her, I sit on the edge of the bed and plant my feet on the ground. I move to the closet where an arsenal of items I ordered for her rests. A set of leather cuffs, connected to each other by a chain, resides in one of my drawers. I pluck them out, along with a flogger, and saunter toward her tauntingly. The flogger rests by my side in one hand; the tresses brush my leg with each step I take, and the clasped leather cuffs dangle from the fingertips of the other. She eyes me curiously.
“Stand,” I command.
She scrambles off the bed—more than eager to please—and stands to her feet. My eyes travel down the length of her body. Fuck, she twists me up and turns me inside out. I allow the cuffs to fall to the floor next to our feet as I stand in front of her. “Fucking beautiful. If this becomes too much for you, let me know by using a safe word. We’ll keep those safe words simple: red, if you need me to stop; yellow, if you want me to slow down; and green, if you’re doing okay.”
Excitement flares in her expression, but I can tell she’s nervous as she nibbles her bottom lip.
I graze a knuckle down her arm, watching the goosebumps rise and pebble her skin as I circle around to stand behind her. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I stroke her head.
She sighs in delight at my praise. I move her hair to one side and kiss the back of her neck. Her hand reaches up, cupping the back of my head.
“Did I tell you to move your hands?”
She quickly drops her hand back to her side.
“Now, tell me, Angel . . . I want to hear it from those sexy lips: Why do you continue to be a brat for me? Rolling your eyes, opening doors, backtalking me, flicking water in my face?”
An immediate response doesn’t come. I circle back around to face her, holding the flogger, so the leather tresses lightly tease and feather along her skin. Gently grabbing her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I force her attention from the floor to me and raise an eyebrow as if to ask if she really wants to continue this little game she’s been playing.
She swallows hard and licks her lips. “I love to watch you lose your mind.” Her eyes flick between mine, then travel down my chest. “I want you to lose control and do filthy things to me.”
My dick twitched just thinking of the filthy things I’m going to do to her. “Hmmm. And what filthy things, pray tell, keep you up at night with a wet little cunt, devising your schemes? Do you want me to bind you?” My eyes trail down her torso to her glistening pussy.
“Yes.”
“To blindfold you?” A mixture of our cum drips down her thighs. “To degrade you . . . to call you my whore?”
“Yes.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“To edge you over and over until you’re losing your mind?” I collect my cum and shove it back inside her—where it belongs, “Now, there’s an idea.”
She gasps as my fingers push inside her. My thumb rubs slow, tantalizing circles over her clit as my fingers move in an upward, come-hither motion. I add a third finger, twist my wrist, and change my pace.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she moans.
“Do you want me to spank your pretty ass?” My words hit exactly as I intend them to, and her body is responding beautifully.
“Y—yes, Cal, I’m . . . I’m so close.”
“There you go again,” I warn, “Right now I’m not your Cal; I’m your sir. Understand?”
“Yes . . .” She nods, “Yes, sir.”
“You knew what you were doing to me today, yet you did it anyway, didn’t you?”
She nods.
“Do you think of my hand gripping your throat—like that night in the alley?”
“Yes.”
The leather cracks across her ass, and she lets out a whimpered moan as her arousal intensifies and drips down my hand.
“Y—yes, Sir.”
“Do you wish I would have fucked you there in the open for everyone to see what’s mine?”
Her eyes squeeze tight; short pants and whimpers leave her lips.
“You’re mine; you’ve always been mine.”
Her pussy clenches tight around my fingers. So beautiful, so fucking responsive, on the edge of release. Just as her body tenses up with an orgasm, I remove my fingers.
“No . . .” She begs, her breaths ragged. “Please . . . please . . . don’t stop,” she cries.
“Only good girls get to cum, Angel.” I bring my fingers coated with a mix of our cum to her lips. “Lick. You already know how decadent you taste, but allow me to show you how much better you taste when your cum is mixed with mine.”
Fire blazes in her eyes. She’s frustrated. Good. Her hand grips my wrist, and her tongue darts past her lips. She swirls her tongue around my fingertips, then gives a few teasing licks. Fuck, this may be more torturous for me than her. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my hard dick as a vision of Aspen taking my cock between those swollen lips invades my mind.
Moving to stand behind her, I notice her taut, flawless ass. That’s about to change. “Bend over and pick up the cuffs.” I order.
With her bent over, her pussy is on display for me. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not fuck her hard right now in that position. Like the brat she is, she stays bent over. I run the leather tails up her back to her ass. I’m mesmerized as the strips of leather fan as they glide across her tanned skin. With a flick of my wrist, the flogger snaps. She flinches, and a gasp leaves her lips. Her pussy glistens with a mix of her arousal and our cum; it begs to be fingered, fucked . . . or licked. Thinking of tasting her makes my mouth water. I strike her ass with the flogger twice more, then drop it to the floor and move to stand at the foot of the bed.
“Grab the cuffs and get on your knees.”
She does as she’s told . . . for once. Resting back on her heels with her head bowed, the cuffs are clasped in her grip, resting on her lap.
“Crawl to me.”
Shifting to her hands and knees with the cuffs still in her clutches, she crawls to me; her big tits sway from side to side. I inhale deeply, letting the air fill my lungs. Fuck me. She takes her place at my feet, resuming her previous position. Gently, I run my hand from the top of her head to the ends of her long, silky, black hair. Emerald eyes flick to mine through a curtain of dark lashes.
I lift her chin with one knuckle and hold out my hand palm up. “Give me the cuffs, Angel.”
She drops the cuffs into my palm, then holds out both wrists. I pepper both with kisses, then buckle the leather straps around each one.
“Bend over the bed; show me how wet your pussy is,” I tell her.
She bends at the waist, bracing herself with her hands on the bed. The brat is gone, and in its place is a woman who’s compliant and ready to do anything to please me. Her back arches as she glides her body down in a tantalizing movement until her stomach meets the bed.
“You’re an eager little whore for me, aren’t you?”
She’s a vision, with her cheek pressed against the bed and her wrist bound above her head. My palm glides across her ass. “You practically begged for this, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
I pick up the flogger, teasing her perfectly round ass with the falls. With a flick of my wrist, the whip comes down very lightly across her back. She moans and writhes in anticipation as the strands of leather slide down her spine. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock. To feel your pussy squeeze me tight, but first, I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for. Now, count.”
Crack!
She hesitates, “One.”
I caress her ass with my palm, soothing the sting. Alternating from the flogger to my palm, I give her ass another slap. The slap echoes around the room. A nice pink handprint is splayed across her right ass cheek.
“T—Two.”
My fingers trace the lines of the handprint left behind. I strike for the third time. Her cries echo throughout the room. She’s writhing and moaning, lifting her hips off the bed.
“Give me a color.”
“Green,” she breathes. “That’s three.”
If she were to say yellow, I don’t think I could continue. What if she doesn’t truly know her limits? Pushing her too far scares the hell out of me. I continue to alternate back and forth between the flogger and my palm, soothing the sting of each swat. By the sixth spanking, she’s panting harder; her pussy is wet with arousal, my dick is hard as fuck, and I’m ready to fill her full of my cum. “Fuck, your ass is a pretty shade of pink. Are you okay?”
“Yes . . . just please. Please . . .” She whines.
A smirk falls on my lips. “Give me a color.”
“Green. Fuck, it’s green. Please.”
I tap my hand between each thigh. “Spread them.”
The eager little minx quickly spreads her legs for me. I fuck her with my fingers until she’s just on the edge, ready to tumble; I pull back. She releases a breathy whimper. Bracing herself with her hands, she glares over her shoulder in frustration.
“Fuck! Cal, please!”
I smack her ass, then bring my fingers to my lips to taste us on them. “We do taste good together, don’t we?”
Falling to my knees, I spread her ass cheeks and bury my face in her cunt and lap her up. She presses into me, the greedy little thing, andI edge her again.
“Please . . .”
“Did I break you, Angel? That seems to be the only word in your vocabulary right now.”
I stand to find her sobbing. Fuck, fuck, fuck . . . I went too far.
She must feel me spiraling. “Please don’t stop. I’m just . . . I’m overwhelmed.”
I think she’s had enough . . .
“I’m okay. Still green,” she reassures me.
Standing, I allow her a few minutes to recover before finally giving her what she wants. I thrust into her. Fuck! She feels incredible. Like a goddamn silk vice wrapped around my dick. When she clinches her pussy around my cock, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I have to still myself for a second to keep from cumming too fast.Her long hair is off to one side in a tangled mess. I gather the locks, wrapping them around my palm before giving a little tug as I pound into her.
“Fuck, Cal, I’m so fucking close.”
My palm strikes hard across her ass, and she cries out in response. I flip her over, so I can see her face, and shove my way back inside. Her moans and the sound ofskin slapping skin echo around the room as I fuck her relentlessly. She’s close; I can feel her pussy pulse, the walls of her cunt closing around my cock in a tight grip. My thumb finds her clit, and I rub tight, firm circles, bringing her closer to climax. She looks so damn good lying there, bound, her tits bouncing as I rock into her.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” she cries, her words running together.
“If that’s what you want to call me, Angel, but instead of the one you worship, I’ll be a god who worships you; fuck, you bring me to my goddamn knees.”
“Mmmm . . . Yes . . . Fuck,” she moans.
Her hips rise and meet mine thrust for thrust. Running my other hand all the way up her body, I grip her throat and take a nipple into my mouth. There are so many sensations going through her body right now with my thumb on her clit, my mouth on her nipple, and my hand restricting her air. I bite down, just enough to cause her nipple to sting. She screams out. That little bit of pain sets her off like a rocket. I release her throat and let her ride it out until I can’t hold off any longer; she feels too damn good.
“Fuck . . . Aspen . . . Fuck.” I thrust into her harder.
The way she squeezes my cock causes me to lose my goddamn mind and spill into her. I brace myself with both hands on the bed, my body hovering over hers; I give her a few more thrusts.
“You fucking wreck me,” I say panting.
Her hair is a mess around her, sweat glistens on her brow, and she looks completely wrung out with her eyes half-mast, but she's never looked more perfect. The moon's light shines in from the window and casts a glow on her skin. My Angel. I move up her body, then unbuckle the leather restraints, rubbing and kissing each wrist as they're released. As she lays there, I brush her damp hair back from her face and kiss her lips.
“How you doing there?”
I wrap her in my arms, worried that maybe I went too far, but a smile spreads wide across her lips. “I’m fantastic. Wow, who knew it could be like that?” She muses.
I smile back. “I didn’t take it too far?”
She gives me a pensive look. “God, no! You were perfect.”
Her reassurance relieves my anxiety. She takes my hand and intertwines our fingers and sighs dreamily. “I didn’t know that I would like it so much. I mean, obviously, I’m very well versed when it comes to kink just based on what I read. What we just did . . . was incredible. Experiencing it firsthand is entirely different than reading it. Be careful, Callan Miles; you may be creating a monster.” She giggles.
“Just promise you’ll use your safe word if you need to. Your pleasure means more to me than my own, and I can’t stand the thought of hurting you or working you too hard because you’re trying to please me. Plus, scenes are all about trust. I need to be able to trust you will tell me if it’s too much, just as you need to be able to trust that I know your responses well enough to know when you’ve reached your limit.”
She presses her lips to mine. “Promise.”
I leave Aspen in a mess of blankets on the bed and move to the bathroom, where I run a bath for her. She’s lying on her side, right where I left her, looking like the angel she is, and watching me through the open doorway when I return. Lifting her off of the bed bridal style, I carry her into the bathroom and set her feet to the ground.
She twists her fingers together. “Um . . . I need to use the restroom.”
I chuckle, “So use it.” I hold my hand out to show her where the toilet is as if she can’t see it through the open doorway.
She shakes her head at me. “I’m not peeing while you’re standing right here.”
“There’s a door to conceal yourself.” I turn off the water to the bath and start the jets.
She stands naked in front of me, her arms crossed tight against her chest—pushing up her breast—and stares me down. “But you’ll hear me pee.”
I roll my eyes. “Angel, I just had my tongue buried inches deep inside your pussy licking our cum, and you want to be shy now?”
She continues to stand there unmoving and staring at me with a raised brow.
“Fine. I’ll give this one to you.” I put my hands up in surrender and back out of the bathroom, closing the door on my way out.
I straighten the bed, then run downstairs to grab a glass of water and an Aleve from the cabinet. After giving her time to handle her business, I tap on the door.
Her voice is muffled on the other side of the door. “You can come in now.”
When I step inside the bathroom, I find her already in the tub, the high-powered jets massaging her muscles.
“God, can I just live here? I would spend hours in this tub." Her eyes widen. “I mean . . . I . . .uh . . . of course I was only joking.”
I grab a washcloth out of the cabinet and turn on the faucet to wet the cloth. “Don’t joke about that.”
She scoots forward, and I slip in behind her; the water rises and spills over the side. Taking her chin in my hand, I carefully wipe her face, then pour body wash on the cloth. “For a split second, I was excited.”
Her pink-painted toenails peek out of the water as she moves her heel to the jet. She sighs, “Since we’re on the topic of places to live, I need to visit one of my father’s properties up north. Think you could take me tomorrow? I don’t want to go alone.”
“That depends on if my boss can get me out of practice,” I laugh.
“Pfft. Luke would have my head for that.”
I glide the cloth over her breast as I wash her body; the sound of water trickles from the cloth to the bathwater. “If you can wait until one o’clock, I can take you to your dad’s.”
“That should work. I'll call Mom in the morning to see if she can pick Tucker up from school." She leans her back against my chest. Turning her head, she places a kiss on my jaw.
Last time Aspen went to view her dad’s properties, she ended up giving one of them to River, then decided not to view the rest. I’m a bit concerned about how tomorrow will go. I want to take all of her pain away, to do this for her, but I can’t, so I guess the best I can do is be the man she needs. The supportive boyfriend who comforts her when this all becomes too much.