Chapter 3 - Kelly #3
He unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely bare beneath his gaze. I should probably feel self-conscious, but the way Callum looks at me – like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen – makes me feel powerful instead.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, running his hands up my thighs. His palms are rough from work, and the contrast against my soft skin makes me shiver. "Absolutely beautiful. Look at you, baby. All spread out for me, trusting me to take care of you."
When his fingers brush against my center, I arch off the bed with a cry. I'm already so wet, so ready for him, and the first touch of his fingers against my most sensitive spot makes me lose any remaining composure.
"So wet already," Callum says, and there's satisfaction in his voice. "Is this all for me, sweetheart?"
"Yes," I gasp. "All for you."
"That's my good girl." Callum circles my clit with gentle but firm pressure, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. "No, baby. Don't hold back. Let me hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."
"You are," I manage. "So good."
"I know, baby. You're being so good for me, letting me take care of you like this." His fingers move lower, teasing at my entrance. "Can you take one finger for me? Think you can handle that?"
"Yes, please, I need—"
"Shh." Callum's voice is gentle but firm. "I know what you need. Let me give it to you."
He slides one thick finger inside me, and the stretch makes me moan. It's been so long since anyone touched me like this, and Callum's finger feels huge.
"More," I beg. "Please, I need more."
"Greedy little thing," Callum says, but there's affection in his voice. "One more, then. You're going to take what I give you."
He adds a second finger, and the fullness makes me arch off the bed. Callum starts a slow, steady rhythm, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside me.
"That's it," he encourages. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Stop thinking, stop worrying. Just feel. Let me make my girl feel good."
I'm already close, wound tight with hours of tension and want. When Callum's thumb finds my clit and presses down with firm, steady pressure, I shatter completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
"Beautiful," Callum murmurs, working me through the aftershocks with gentle strokes. "So beautiful when you come for me. Did so well, baby."
I'm still catching my breath when I hear the rustle of fabric. I open my eyes to see Callum pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a chest and arms corded with muscle from years of physical labor. There are scars scattered across his skin, each one a story.
"Your turn," I say, reaching for the button of his jeans, but Callum catches my hands gently.
"Not yet," he says. "This is about you tonight. About making you feel safe and taken care of."
"But I want to make you feel good too—"
"You are making me feel good." Callum brings my hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "Watching you come apart, hearing those sweet sounds you make, knowing you trust me enough to let go? That makes me feel incredible, sweetheart."
"But—"
"No buts." His voice drops to that commanding tone that makes my stomach flutter. "You're going to let me take care of you. You need this, baby. Need someone to make the decisions, to tell you it's okay to just feel."
The words resonate deep in my chest. This is what I've been craving – someone who knows what I need better than I do, someone who will take control when I'm too overwhelmed to think straight.
"Good girl," Callum says, watching the realization dawn on my face. "My perfect girl. Now, I'm going to taste you."
He settles between my legs, and when I realize what he's planning to do, I instinctively try to close them.
"Callum, you don't have to—"
"Open your legs," he says, and it's definitely a command now. His hands on my thighs are gentle but firm. "Let me taste my girl."
The authority in his voice makes me obey without thinking, and Callum makes a sound of approval deep in his throat.
"That's better. Keep them open for me, baby."
The first touch of his tongue against my most sensitive spot makes me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. Callum licks and sucks with methodical precision, like he's determined to learn exactly what makes me fall apart.
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm begging for.
"Please what?" Callum asks against my skin, his breath making me shiver. "Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you need."
"Please don't stop," I manage. "Please make me come again."
"Since you asked so nicely." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Because you're being such a good girl."
He redoubles his efforts, adding his fingers back into the mix, and the combination is overwhelming. The pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter in my belly.
"That's it, baby," Callum encourages, his voice rough. "Let go for me. Come for Daddy."
The word sends a shock through my system. Daddy. Something about it feels right, natural, like a key turning in a lock I didn't know existed.
"Say it," Callum demands, curling his fingers and sucking hard on my clit. "Tell Daddy what you need."
"Please, Daddy," the words tumble out before I can think. "Please make me come. Need it so bad, Daddy, please—"
I come apart completely, screaming his name—or is it Daddy?—as my body convulses with pleasure. It's even more intense than the first time, making me arch clean off the bed as wave after wave crashes over me.
Callum works me through it gently, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs, murmuring "good girl, such a good girl for Daddy" as I shake and tremble. Then he moves up my body to gather me against his chest. I'm boneless, floating, completely wrung out in the best possible way.
"How do you feel?" he asks, pressing a kiss to my temple while his hand strokes soothing patterns on my back.
"Amazing," I whisper. Then, testing the word on my tongue: "Daddy."
His arms tighten around me. "Say it again."
"Daddy." It feels natural, right. "I don't know why, but—"
"Don't overthink it." His voice is rough. "It just... happened. And it felt fucking perfect."
"You've never...?"
"Never." He pulls back enough to look at me, and there's wonder in his eyes mixed with the heat. "That just came out of my mouth and I couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it."
"I liked it," I admit. "I really liked it. Is that weird?"
"If it's weird, we're both weird." His thumb traces my bottom lip. "You called me Daddy when you came. Did you realize?"
I didn't. Heat floods my cheeks. "Oh god."
"Don't." He captures my chin, making me look at him. "Don't be embarrassed. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard."
"So we're just... doing this now?"
"Looks like it." A slow smile spreads across his face. "Unless you want to stop."
"No," I say quickly. Too quickly, judging by his pleased expression. "I don't want to stop."
"Good. Because I'm keeping you, baby girl."
Outside, the storm is still raging, but here in Callum's arms, I feel safe and satisfied and completely at peace. For the first time in months, maybe years, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
"Callum?" I say sleepily, my eyes already drifting closed. "I mean... Daddy?"
"Either one, baby. Whatever feels right in the moment." He presses another kiss to my hair. "What is it?"
"Thank you. For taking care of me. For knowing what I needed even when I didn't."
"Always," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "I'll always take care of my girl. That's a promise."
And as I drift off to sleep in his arms, wrapped in his warmth and strength, I believe him with my whole heart.