Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
TINSLEY
H appiness bubbles out of me while I sit in the school's cafeteria and try not to daydream about last night.
When Callum dropped me off at home, I saw my father and Anne had gone out for the night. I was relieved there wouldn’t be any questions about the date. I’m not sure if Carl told anyone it was cut short, but I’m not going to mention it.
No one told me that I have to be home early today, which means I get to leave school and go straight to Callum’s office. All I can think about is how he told me I’m going to make it up to him not telling him about the date with Carl. What’s he going to make me do?
“I hate the food here.” Charlie stabs the Salisbury steak with her fork. “You’d think with how much it costs to go to this school, they could give us some decent food.”
“That’s why I pack my lunch.” I push one of my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches over to her.
“Did you cut these yourself?” She holds up the heart-shaped sandwich.
“I did.” I’m not a great cook like she is. In fact, I’m pretty terrible in the kitchen. I could probably burn a pot of boiling water. I’m easily distracted, and I’ll think it’s only been a minute when it’s really been ten. I stick to peanut butter and jelly because it gets straight to the point. Plus, it hits the spot.
“Do you have ants in your pants today?” Charlie looks me up and down as she takes a bite of the sandwich.
“No, why?” Oh no, am I acting differently?
“You can’t stop moving around.”
I glance down to see my feet bouncing and immediately stop. I hadn’t realized I was doing it, and when I blush, Charlie lifts a brow.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I’m bursting at the seams to talk about Callum. I know it should be a secret, but I can’t help myself. He didn’t tell me that I couldn't tell anyone, but it feels like this is something I should keep quiet. Especially since my dad is trying to set me up on dates.
“God, yes.” Charlie leans forward, ready for the tea.
“There's this guy?—”
“Are you fucking him?” She can’t keep herself from interrupting.
“Charlie!” I whisper-hiss, my cheeks heating again.
“You are.”
“I’m not,” I whisper again before glancing around to see if anyone is paying attention. Of course they aren’t. I’m new at the school, so no one knows anything about me. Plus, Charlie is scary. People tend to leave her alone. “We’ve done things.”
“Spill it.” Charlie leans in closer, and before I can stop myself, I’m telling her some of what’s happened. I don’t go into full detail, and I don’t say his name, but I paint a pretty good picture. “How old is this guy?”
“Are you really asking me that?” I give her a look.
She’s banging the ex-football coach who I know is more than ten years older than her. The problem is that I don't exactly know how old Callum is. If I think about it, I don't know much at all, but when we’re close, it feels like I do. Like I’ve known him forever and I can finally relax. The need to always fill the silence isn't there, and I don't have to force myself to smile. I don’t have to pretend that everything is peachy, and I think if I did, it would piss Callum off.
“It’s not that,” Charlie says, and there’s concern in her voice. “I'm worried he could be using you. Or taking advantage of you.”
“He’s not!” I snip at her louder than I intend to, and a few people glance our way. “Sorry.” I don’t like the idea of her saying anything bad about my Callum.
“All right, all right.” Charlie holds her hands up. “You’re really into him. I get it.”
“I know it’s crazy,” I admit. “But there’s this pull to him I can’t explain. It’s been there from the moment I saw him in the coffee shop.”
A smile tugs at her lips. “I get it. I literally fell for Shay. Like landed right on his head in the damn beaver suit.”
I snort a laugh. Charlie might hate being the school mascot, which she was ordered to do or be suspended from school, but I think she’s pretty kickass at it.
"How are you two?" I ask her.
"Really good." Charlie smirks. "Things are going to work out. Even my uncle is cool with it."
That makes me so happy for her. Charlie had pretty shitty parents that passed away a few years ago. Her uncle has really stepped in for her, and from the way it sounds, he has been more involved in her life than her parents ever were. I get that. Before Anne, there was a nanny and then an au pair until I could drive myself.
“I’m glad,” I tell her, and I really mean it.
I hope that one day I can say the same. If I’m honest with myself, I already know that my father isn’t going to let up about Carl. I’m going to have to push back, and that’s not something I’ve ever done before.
“Since your new man is a panty thief, why don’t we ditch our last class and go get new ones?” Charlie wiggles her eyebrows mischievously.
“I’ve never ditched a class before.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I think it over. It does sound fun.
“Come on, let’s live a little.”
“All right,” I agree.
“Pack up. Mall food is way better than this. No offense to the adorable peanut butter and jellies.”
“None taken,” I laugh as I toss the rest of my sandwich into my lunch box and gather my things.
"Come on. I'll drive." I follow Charlie since she knows her way around the school better than I do. "This is always a good time to slip out. Everyone is coming and going during lunch."
She’s not wrong. People are even lingering in the parking lot as we hop into her car and take off.
"Will your uncle be mad if he finds out you skipped?" I ask Charlie as we walk into the mall.
"No, but Coach will." Charlie winks at me. "I guess older men are into giving out punishments."
"They don't really feel like a punishment to me,” I admit.
"No, they do not." Charlie laughs. "Oh, this place looks spicy." She motions to a store called Plush Bottoms. The mannequins in the window display a wide range of sexy lingerie.
"Let's go in," I tell her as I hook my arm into hers and pull her along.
I’m excited to see what they have and what Callum might like to see me in. I could use the money he put in my bag last night to buy them. I don't know why, but when he gave me money, it felt intimate and naughty in the dirtiest way.
As we step into the store, I find myself unsure of where to begin. On the table in front of me is a pair of soft pink lace panties along with a white cotton pair that have ruffles on the bottom.
“I don’t know the point of these, but I’m down.” Charlie holds up something that looks sort of like panties, but they are oddly shaped, and I don’t understand how they go on.
“Are you sure those are panties?” I take them from her and turn them a few times.
“Yeah,” she laughs. “Crotchless.” Charlie snatches them back from me.
“I think I’m going to try these.” I grab the pink lace and white cotton ruffles along with the bras that match.
One of the salesladies leads me back to the dressing room, and I put on the cotton pair first. I turn to check myself over in the mirror when the door to my dressing room suddenly opens. I open my mouth to scream, but it’s quickly covered by Callum’s hand.
I stare up at him, shocked that he’s here, but should I really be? He did the same thing at the restaurant the night before. Did I have an idea that he could possibly show up? Yes.
"You enjoy playing with fire, don't you, princess?" I nod my head. With him, I do. “And you still haven’t even gotten your punishment for last night.” He makes a low tsking sound. “When I take my hand off your mouth, the only words I want to hear are ‘ Yes, Daddy .’” Callum removes his hand from my mouth, but his thumb rubs against my bottom lip. “Get on your knees and keep your hands on your thighs.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say as I drop down to my knees in front of him. My heart starts to thud in my chest with excitement as Callum undoes his belt. When he unbuttons his pants, his cock springs out between us, and I suck in a deep breath.
Holy crap. He’s huge. How in the world would that fit inside of me? My sex clenches with anticipation.
“This is what you did.” I watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke. The head of his cock is swollen and tight like it’s angry. A small bead of cum drips from it, and I want to taste him so badly.
“Open for Daddy,” he orders.
I part my lips as he slides the head of his cock into my mouth while his other hand sinks into my hair. He uses it to hold me in place, and the slight tug has my panties getting wet.
He doesn’t force his way down my throat but pushes in and out of my mouth with an easy rhythm. Callum fills my mouth while letting me get used to his size. When I start sucking, I stare up at him, wanting so badly to please him. I ache to make him feel good.
With my eyes on him, he moves quicker. Then his hips buck forward as his hold on my hair tightens. Without warning, he spills in my mouth, and I quickly drink him down. I want him inside of me, and I moan at the taste.
He pulls back, and his cock comes out my mouth with a pop. Before I know what’s happening, Callum hauls me to my feet and takes my mouth in a deep, powerful kiss. I feel his possession all the way down to my toes while he tells me that he’s proud of me and I did a good job.
“Wear these to the office,” he orders as his hand moves over the ruffles. “And don’t be late.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say before he gives me one last kiss and then disappears from the dressing room.
I grin to myself, knowing that was a lie. I am most definitely going to be late. Because if that was punishment, I want more.