Chapter Twenty-One
Cal
H er blue eyes widen at my words as a blush creeps up her cheeks. I’d feel like an asshole if I didn’t see the flash of heat in her expression. This is part of the allure for her. An element of the game.
Humiliation.
Cruelty.
A fascination with pain.
I just don’t know if I can safely toe the line for her. I’m ravenous. I crave to tug at the threads of her being to see if she unravels at my feet. The urge to do real damage to the essence that is her, so that she’s broken in only ways I’ll find perfect, scares the fuck out of me.
Who wants that?
Why does she seem like she’s right there with me?
She should run.
I asked her to.
The brave girl just lifted her chin and basked in my attention, unafraid of my nefarious intentions.
Her hands slide up her neck and she unties the strings of her bikini top. It falls away, revealing her full, perky pale tits. She unties it at the back and rids herself of it completely. With eyes locked on mine, she pushes her bottoms down, entirely baring herself to me.
“Bathroom,” I grunt out, pointing to the master bedroom door to the right of the living room.
She walks past me, her head turning to watch me over her shoulder as she moves. I prowl after her, drinking in the curves of her tiny hips and ass that will soon belong to me. Snagging her elbow, I walk her through my dark room toward the bathroom. Once the light is on, I move her in front of the sink, facing her to the mirror. I crowd her from behind, not touching her, just staring at her reflection.
“What now?” she whispers.
“Shh,” I rumble. “Let me look at you before I ruin you.”
Her rosy nipples are hardened peaks, begging to be bitten. My mouth waters for a taste, but I deny myself that pleasure for now. I splay my hand over her stomach, enjoying the way my large hand seems to cover the entire space. She flinches slightly as though the touch pains her.
“What?” I ask, searing her with a probing stare.
“Nothing.” A fake cheerleader smile.
I grip her thigh, lifting it up, and ease her foot onto the counter. This limber girl doesn’t even wince at the stretch. I love the way her pink, hairless pussy seems to open up like a fucking rose for me, just waiting to be inhaled and admired. Sliding my palm down her stomach, I cup her pussy before giving it a quick smack that has her crying out.
“Don’t lie, loser. It’ll only give you harsher punishments. Does your stomach hurt?”
“No,” she whispers. Truth shines in her blue eyes.
I smack her pussy again.
“I wasn’t lying!” Her growl of frustration makes my dick painfully hard.
“I know. I just wanted to do it again.”
“Mean, mean boy.”
I grip both her wrists and bring them up, urging her to link them behind my head. Her tits flatten out some from the way she stretches to reach me. Sliding my palm to her other thigh, I lift her until her other foot is on the counter. Now, her cunt is explicitly open for my viewing pleasure as she squats, perched on the edge of the sink.
“Stay just like that,” I instruct as I push my trunks down. “Look at that pussy that’s causing me so much strife. Fucking my mind up. Stressing me out.”
She squirms at my words, but watches me with an intense stare, staying still like I asked.
“Beg to be touched, English. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to rub me. Make me come. I want you inside me.”
“Hmm,” is all I say. “I’d rather just smack your cunt.”
I swat her pussy, the brunt of it landing on her clit. She shudders, making her tits jiggle.
“Cal, please,” she begs.
“Remember last night?” I croon, nipping at her shoulder. “When you teased me with that stupid fucking thumb?”
Her brows furl together. “I’ve never seen someone hate the thumb so much.”
“Here’s your opportunity to change that,” I rumble, running my thumb along her jaw. “Suck on it like you sucked on my cock. Like you’re fucking hungry for it.”
She parts her plump, juicy lips, gasping when I run my thumb along her bottom lip. I present it like an offering. A motherfucking lollipop. Her cheeks are crimson with embarrassment, which only makes her look a thousand times hotter.
“Suck,” I growl.
Her lashes flutter as she sucks on my thumb. With each swipe of her tongue, I groan, hungrier for this girl. When it’s nice and wet, I pull it out.
“Put your hands on the mirror,” I instruct.
She shoots me a questioning look, but obeys me, leaning forward. Her cute ass sticks out, begging for attention. I trail my wet thumb along her crack.
“You know your safe word,” I warn, teasing her back entrance. “Use it and you don’t have to cry.”
Her blue eyes flash with annoyance. “I’m not weak.”
I press my thumb against the puckered hole, easing past the tight muscles. Her body tenses and her eyes flit around wildly.
“That hurt?” I rumble.
Her eyes water. “No.”
Liar.
I slowly fuck her ass with my thumb, wondering how it’ll feel one day with my dick buried there instead.
“Does your daddy know how nasty you can be, loser? All spread out and taking a thumb to your ass?” I taunt. “Does he know you let terrible men like me make you do things most girls won’t do?”
“I’m not like most girls,” she throws back, her voice shaking.
“True,” I agree, flashing her a cruel smile. “I’ve never had a girl let me stick my thumb up her asshole.” I cock my head to the side, studying her. “You like it, though. So much, you’re going to fuck yourself on it. Work those hips, cheerleader. Let’s see what you can do.”
Her brows furl and her blue eyes sharpen with determination. My brave girl is sharpening her claws for a fight, not running from the big bad wolf. She pushes back against the mirror, sinking down on my thumb before pulling back. I tug my thumb back a bit, sliding out of her body so she’ll be forced to take the whole thing again. She winces when she slides back down over it.
“Touch your pussy. Girls who do nasty shit like fuck thumbs probably get off on it. Am I right, English? Does this turn you on?”
She keeps moving over my thumb, but nods as she touches her clit. Her ass clenches around my thumb.
“Keep rubbing, beautiful. Rub until you feel like you’re going to come.” I nip at her shoulder. “That’s it. Get close. So close. Are you going to come?”
Her breathing gets heavy. “I think so.”
“Closer…”
She whines. “Cal.”
“Stop touching yourself,” I bark out, my voice dripping with authority.
An annoyed huff of air escapes her as her blue eyes, hot with irritation, sear into me. I make her keep fucking my thumb and when she’s calmed down from her almost orgasm, I set her on the path to do it again.
Over and over I drive her to the edge and make her shut it down.
Each time, she grows more and more pissed.
“Are you ever going to let me come?” she demands.
“It wouldn’t be punishment if it were easy.”
She rolls her eyes like a stuck-up bitchy cheerleader. “Asshole.”
“You could say your safe word,” I remind her.
“I don’t need it.”
I slip my thumb out of her ass and smack the cheek. “You do.”
“I already told you I want this. I’m not afraid of you.”
I hook her around the waist, pulling her off the counter and setting her to her feet. “You should be.”
“I’m not,” she sasses.
My palm finds the middle of her back and I bend her over the sink until her face is nearly touching the mirror. I smack her ass hard enough she shrieks.
“I can go harder than that, English. I will. I will go too far unless you stop me. I need to know you’ll stop me.”
“I won’t.”
“Goddammit, woman, just agree with me that if I push too far, you’ll use it.”
“No.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror, mine warning hers, and then I smack her ass hard enough her forehead bumps the mirror.
“Charlotte…”
“Cal, I said you can’t hurt me—”
She cries out when I hit her ass again. The pale flesh is turning splotchy red. Defiance gleams in her blue eyes. Blue eyes that I crave to see leak with tears. Why am I so fucked up? I swat her again.
Harder and harder and harder.
She scowls, but her stubborn ass refuses to give in. I’m going to bruise her if I keep at it.
“Say the fucking word,” I snap, irritation at her blooming up inside me. “Stop being like this.”
Her head shakes. “No.”
I grab a handful of her sore ass cheek and spread it over to the side. Gripping my dick, I push into her cunt hard and with no warning. She squeals, her eyes scrunching closed as she tries to get used to the size of my dick.
“Safe. Word. Fucking. Use. It.”
Tears well in her eyes, but she clenches her jaw, refusing to let the words come out. I grip a handful of her hair, yanking her back to me. She cries out, the tears spilling down her red, splotchy cheeks.
“Say it,” I order. “Fucking say it.”
“No.”
I twist on her hair, pulling her head to the side. My mouth finds her neck and I bite on her flesh. She’s impaled on my dick, but with her angled this way, I can’t move much.
“I’m hurting you,” I growl. “You’re fucking crying. Say it. Put me on a goddamn leash, Charlotte.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers.
“Why the fuck not?” I bellow. “Why can’t you fucking say it?”
“Because I want this. I want you.” A sob. “Cal, don’t make me.”
I close my eyes, inhaling her sweet scent. “Please,” I beg. “Please say it for me. So I can love your body like a normal fucking person. Pull the motherfucking leash, baby. Please.”
More tears spill down her cheeks. “Chaos.”
I slide out of her and twist her around, pulling her into my arms. “Thank fuck.”
My heart is pounding in my chest as I hug her tight, kissing the top of her head. She clings to me like I’m her only lifeline in a stormy sea. This fucking girl is going to destroy me.
Gripping her ass with one hand, I lift her and then guide my dick into her warm, tight body. She feels like her body was made for mine. A perfect fit. I carry her into the dark bedroom and crawl onto the bed with her in my arms. A sigh leaves her lips once I have her settled on her back. My lips press gentle kisses on her forehead, nose, and cheeks.
I thrust my hips, loving the way her nails scratch along my scalp. My lips seal over hers as I claim her with my mouth. Her body clenches around my dick each time I drive deep inside her. She shudders hard, a clear indication she’s close to coming. It’s a good fucking thing too because I’m about to blow my load inside her. She’s too damn perfect.
“Those piercings,” she whimpers, her words breathy and filled with pleasure.
“Hitting all the right spots?”
“Mmhmm.”
I pick up my pace, nipping at her bottom lip. A few more hard slams of my hips and she’s crying with my name on her lips. I grunt when my nuts tighten, my only warning of my own release. Heat floods out of me, filling this girl up to the brim. I continue to drive into her, pushing the cum out with each thrust. It soaks the bed beneath her. I love the idea of her dripping with my cum.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Shame looms over me like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me. What kind of sick fuck am I? I’m perverted for enjoying the way I humiliated her. It’s twisted as hell.
“Cal,” she whispers.
Pulling away, I leave her a panting mess on the bed. “I’m sorry.”