Chapter Three — Alex
There he is, his beautiful green eyes staring straight into me. Jet-black hair, smooth skin, jaw cut from steel. He looks at me like prey. I’ve never felt this exhilarated and terrified.
He throws the cover off me in one quick motion and scoops me up. I’m sitting down, knees tucked into my chest and arms wrapped around my knees.
He picks me up like a ball, walks a few steps, and throws me on the bed. I bounce slightly before falling onto my back. In a split second, he’s on top of me, his hands pulling mine apart, his legs between mine, forcing them open.
“I didn’t know you were into this, you dirty girl,” he says. “I can’t say I mind, though.” He trails his lips softly down my ear, then my throat, then my collarbone. He runs his hand down my body.
I’m wearing a white long-sleeve shirt, that red plaid skirt, and black knee-highs.
“Going for a schoolgirl look today, I see,” he says. “Were you hoping the professor would punish you?”
I bite my lower lip, and he growls.
He grabs my jaw and kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He presses his body against mine, and I feel his full weight. It almost takes my breath away.
I realize now how careful he is with me most of the time, how much he must be holding back. I think he probably still is, but I can feel it more now than ever. His full strength, the force of his desire.
I feel his cock straining against his pants as he presses into me. I squirm, and he holds me down, one of his big hands wrapped entirely around my hip, the other around my throat.
“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear before kissing me again. My back arches and he pushes me back down onto the bed.
The hand around my hip goes under my skirt and lightly pulls my panties to the side. He inserts a finger and it slides in.
“So wet for Daddy,” he says. “Running away turned you on, didn’t it?” He begins to finger me.
I squirm and he grabs both of my wrists with one hand, pinning me firmly in place. He pulls back so he’s looking in my eyes.
“What were you hoping Daddy would do to you when he caught you, Alex?” My cheeks heat up.
“Were you hoping I’d do this?”
He lowers his head and rips open my blouse. He pulls one of my breasts out of my bra and bites down on my nipple. I whimper.
He stops fingering me and suddenly grabs me by my hips and flips me over. I’m on my stomach now. He pins my hands in front of me, so they’re lying flat on the bed. He pulls my legs apart, flipping my skirt up and pulling my thong to the side.
He fingers me again, then grabs my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I wince with how rough he’s gripping my skin. I’m still sore from the spanking and can feel it when he squeezes my ass.
“Oh,” he says, chuckling. “You’e still sore from that spanking, aren’t you, you naughty little girl?”
He spits into my ass and presses a thumb in. I wiggle, and he slaps my cheek. “Be still,” he says.
I hear the sound of something unzipping, and then feel his cock press against my slit.
“This is your punishment for trying to run away,” he says. “Now be still and take Daddy’s cock.”
He slides into me smoothly and begins pounding. Unlike previous times, he doesn’t start slow. He’s hard from the very start, thrusting in with all his weight. I feel his full animalistic desire, and it almost scares me.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
He grabs my hair hard and pulls. My entire chest arches off the bed as he fucks me like a ragdoll.
“I’m gonna pump you full of cum,” he says, “and then I’m gonna beat you in our silly little game and drag you back here.” He pushes his thumb deeper into my ass. “The entire time we play, I want you to think about that. Think about how Daddy’s gonna fuck your ass after you lose. Okay, sweetheart?”
He groans and thrusts into me once more before exploding. He pulls out, and I feel cum leak out of me. He pulls my thong back up and helps me to my feet.
I feel dazed and exhilarated. Also, frustrated. Callum almost always makes sure I come, usually multiple times and always before he does, but not today.
“You’ll come later, sweetheart,” he says. “But not yet. I want you frustrated for the game.”
I glare at him. Evil bastard.
Callum smiles. “You know you love it,” he says.
I frown at him, but it’s hard to argue, because we both know he’s right. He grabs my jaw and kisses me.
“I’ll meet you down there in two minutes,” he says, and walks out of the room.