Chapter Five — Callum
I hate what I’m about to do. But I know I have to do it. I’m getting too close to this woman. Sharing things with her I never share with women. Granted, I haven’t told her that much — but I shouldn’t be telling her anything.
This was supposed to be a purely sexual thing. No feelings involved at all.
And as much as I hate to admit it, feelings are growing.
And I can’t have that. I have to kill them.
Nip them in the bud, as fast as possible.
So I’m going to. I’m going to do it right now, while I still have the nerve.
And I know it’ll hit her harder because we just had that moment on the picnic blanket.
I imagine how she’s going to feel later… Used. Hurt. I get a flash of anticipatory regret — but also I feel the muscles in my chest tighten, my breathing quicken. I imagine her feeling disappointed, helpless, devastated.
Then I imagine dominating her. Taking her. Using her. The thoughts start to all blend together, and suddenly I’m hornier than I’ve been in weeks. Now I want to hurt her. This is the dark side I was alluding to.
In the abstract, I hate this side of myself. But I can’t help it. It’s who I am. She’s going to see this side of me sooner or later. Might as well make it sooner.
Part of me was hoping she’d say no to the punishment, postpone it to later. Maybe I’d cool down by then, and change my mind. But I knew she’d ask me to do it now. That girl doesn’t back down. It’s one of the things I like best about her… but it’s also going to bite her in the ass.
As soon as we’re in the house, I close the door and turn to her.
“Strip,” I say. I raise a hand in the air. “And from now on, I don’t want you to speak to me except for yes sir and no sir. If you disobey, I’ll punish you.”
She looks taken aback. But before she knows what’s happening, I pick her up, and in a flash I’ve carried her over to a chair. I sit down and drape her across my lap. Without warning, I start spanking her. Hard. There’s no warm-up. I just start raining spanks down on her ass. Rapidly. Mercilessly.
She immediately starts kicking and squirming. I loop one of my legs around hers so she’s pinned.
“Be still, or I’ll make your punishment longer,” I say.
I continue spanking her for about thirty seconds and then stop.
“That’s what’ll happen if you say anything but yes sir or no sir. Do you understand?”
She looks at me. I think she almost expected that to be her punishment.
“Yes sir,” she says.
“In case you were wondering, that wasn’t your punishment. Now, I’ll tell you again: strip.”
She looks at me and shakily starts removing her clothes, starting with that beautiful blue sundress. She isn’t wearing a bra underneath, and I feel my cock swell in my pants.
She’s already kicked off her ballet flats, so she’s just wearing pale pink panties.
“And the panties,” I say.
She looks at me, eyes wide. This’ll be the first time I’ve seen her fully naked. I’m sure she feels exposed. Which is exactly what I want.
I know I’m being cold. Calculated. The fact that I’m fully clothed while she’s naked probably makes her feel even more uneasy, which is why my clothes will be staying on. She lowers her eyes and removes her panties. Her hands go in front of her body, covering herself.
“Hands at your sides,” I say.
Her cheeks flush. She’s embarrassed. Scared. My cock stiffens more. God, I want her.
“Good girl,” I say. I notice her cheeks flush again, and my desire grows.
“Now. I’m going to take a conference call, and this is what’s going to happen.
You’re going to follow me to my office and get underneath my desk.
The call will probably be thirty minutes.
You’re going to give me the best blowjob of your life.
Your mouth is going to be on my cock the entire fucking time.
If you stop for any reason, there will be consequences.
If I want you to slow down, I’ll tap on your head.
If I want you to speed up, I’ll nudge you with my foot. Understood?”
“Yes sir,” she says.
“Good girl. Now follow me.”
I walk to my office and sit down in my black leather chair. I watch as she drops to her knees under my big mahogany desk. Luckily, the carpet is plush and full, so her knees won’t hurt — although it wouldn’t be bad if they did.
Am I sure I want to do this? I think to myself as I dial the number.
I know what’s going to happen. She’s going to hate me after this.
But she’s also going to be turned on. The whole thing will probably confuse her.
She’ll feel used, but at the same time desperate for my approval.
It’ll throw her off guard. She won’t know where she stands with me.
It’ll change the dynamic — for better or for worse.
I press the call button, and the phone starts ringing.