Chapter Two — Alex
I didn’t know what to expect going into the social wellness club the other day, but it sure wasn’t that. And I certainly didn’t expect to enjoy whatever punishment Callum had cooked up for me. But I did. I enjoyed it a lot.
Which is insane.
Everything is insane these days, and nothing makes sense.
Except him.
The only thing I know for sure is that I want him. I want Callum. In fact, I almost told about the Trent stuff in the social wellness club. I don’t want any more secrets between us. I want to lay everything out on the table. I hesitated, though, because it didn’t seem like the right time.
I think it’s time now, though.
I text him: We need to talk. Within five minutes, he’s at my house. He calls me.
“Come out,” he says.
“What?” I say.
“You said we need to talk. Let’s talk.”
“I’m in my pajamas,” I say.
“So?” he says. “Come out, or I’ll come in.”
“What?” I say. “I mean it,” he says. Then he hangs up.
Okay, maybe that’s on me for texting “we need to talk,” but it’s kind of crazy for him to just drive over. And besides, what I said was true. I am in my pajamas. I’m in no mood to come outside and have a conversation. I’m not even looking cute right now.
I text him: Hey, I’m sorry for texting you that. I probably shouldn’t have. It’s not a big deal or anything. Lie, I think to myself. But then again, it’s not like a “we need to break up” kind of thing, which is what people usually think when you say “we need to talk.”
So I feel like even though it is a big thing, my reassurance is at least in the spirit of honesty. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. Anyway, I’m actually in my pajamas and not prepared or dressed to talk to someone, so let’s talk tomorrow.
I wait for his response. It doesn’t come. Maybe he just left, I think to myself. But deep down, I know that’s not the case. I know Callum, and he’s not the type to just leave.
Sure enough, four minutes later, my window slides open and his face appears.
“What the fuck?” I say as he slides in.
“I warned you,” he says, shrugging.
“You can’t just—”
“Oh, I can,” he says, and he’s stepped closer with every word. He’s getting closer to me.
I didn’t even notice I was stepping backwards until I stumble into my own dresser. I almost knock over my lamp. He grabs it with one hand, and I’m kind of impressed with his reflexes.
“Careful there,” he says. “Wouldn’t want to break this.” He rips the cord out of the wall and places the lamp a few feet away. I grip the nightstand behind me as he returns, his legs planted between mine.
He leans forward and I have nowhere to go, so I hop onto the nightstand, sitting on it. He smiles as if that was his plan all along.
He pushes my thighs apart so they’re straddling the nightstand. He runs his hands up my body, up my thin nightshirt and over my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra since I’m going to bed. My nipples harden.
“What was this about not being dressed to see anyone?” he asks. He begins kissing my neck and I moan slightly.
“I’m not—”
“You’re not what?” he asks, slipping a hand down the front of my PJ shorts. “Not prepared to talk to anyone? Is that what you said?”
He slips a finger into my pussy and it slides in. I’m embarrassed at the fact that I’m wet. I mean, he just got here. This is silly.
He catches my eye. “You’re wet,” he says. I shake my head, which I know is stupid, but I can’t help myself.
“I think you should go out like this all the time,” he says, running his hand underneath my nightshirt now so that his thumb brushes my bare breast. I shake my head.
“No, seriously, I’m not wearing makeup or—” I falter.
He looks at me. “Are you fucking serious right now? Why the fuck would you need makeup?” He hisses. “Obviously you look beautiful when you’re done up, but you don’t need it. Have you seen yourself?” He pauses. “Well, we’re gonna fix this right now.”
He picks me up off the nightstand and places me down in front of the mirror. “Hands on the mirror,” he says, “and watch yourself.”
He spreads my ass cheeks with his hands and inserts two fingers. He starts fingering me while his other hand pushes up my nightshirt and begins to play with my breasts.
“Look how fucking hot you are,” he says. “Now say it.”
He begins to play with my clit and I moan.
“Say what?”
“Say you’re hot.”
For some reason, that feels hard.
“Oh, you’re being a naughty girl tonight, I see. Okay then. Well, that’s okay too.”
He pulls down my shorts swiftly and slaps my exposed ass.
“Count your spanks, naughty girl.”
“One,” I say. He hits my other cheek. “Two.” Slap. “Three.” With each one, my hands shake against the mirror.
He keeps going until he reaches ten. “Is that enough? Can you say you’re hot now?”
“Um—”
“I’ll keep going if you don’t,” he says.
“Fine. I’m hot.”
“Do you mean it?” he says. He slaps me again.
“Yes.”
He grabs my hair. “Good girl.”
He picks me up and throws me on the bed on my stomach. He spreads my ass cheeks, and I notice how hot they are.
“I love seeing my handprints on your skin,” he says. “Now, while I appreciate that you finally admitted you’re hot, you have been a bit of a bad girl, so I think that calls for a plug, don’t you think?”
Before I can respond, he’s squeezed some lube into my hole and inserted the butt plug.
“Your ass is so perfect,” he says. “Pink with a little plug in it. Now, hands behind your back.”
I put my hands behind my back and he ties them with something.
“Good girl,” he says.
He slides in between my legs and grips my hair with one fist. He begins pumping, and I realize I can’t move much. Between my hands tied back and the fact that I’m on my stomach, I’m almost immobilized.
I like it, though. I’m pinned down beneath his entire body weight as he takes me, ravaging me with each pump.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”
He wraps a hand around my mouth and then inserts his thumb. “Suck,” he says. I suck on his thumb. I didn’t think I could feel more submissive already, with my hands tied behind my back, pinned down. But somehow I do by sucking on his thumb.
“Good girl. Suck on daddy’s thumb,” he says. “And take all of daddy’s cock.” He groans. “Now daddy’s gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna be full of cum.” He pauses. “Actually, I want you to drink it all up.”
He pulls out and flips me so my head’s lying off the bed. He stands there and feeds his cock into my mouth. I’m hanging upside down. He thrusts a few times and then explodes. My mouth is full of his hot cum.
“Swallow it, baby girl,” he says. “Every last drop.”
I swallow the thick liquid coating my throat.
“Good girl,” he says. “That’ll help you fall asleep.”
He does up his pants and then turns to me. “Oh right, what is it you wanted to talk about?”