Chapter One — Callum
What the fuck am I gonna do with this girl?
I did not see that coming. I thought I was going to break her with this. Wear her down with the thirty-minute prolonged blowjob. Make her question her self-worth. Half of me thought this would be the end of things.
But somehow she’s turned it around on me. Again. I don’t know if I should be furious or impressed. Maybe both. But more importantly — what do I do now?
I can’t let her get away with this. Can’t let her think this type of behavior is acceptable.
But somehow we seem locked in this cycle, each of us outdoing the other: first her with the poker, then me at the restaurant, and now here we are again.
Whatever I come up with, she somehow comes back twice as hard.
I keep expecting her to fold, but she doesn’t.
It just makes me want to conquer her even more.
I’m almost afraid of what I’ll do if I completely let myself go. I’ve never been this worked up by a woman before. I’ve never been so angry or so turned on, and that’s a dangerous combination for me.
I can’t hurt her. It’s too soon for that. I need to be tempered in my response here. But I also need to send a clear message.
I need time to think. And I can’t do that if I’m this turned on. I grab my cock and start stroking, picturing her bent over my bed, hands tied to the bedposts, my cock ramming her while she screams.
In a minute, I finish. The relief is immediate. My head clears. All of that anger, confusion — it melts away. I’m clear-headed again. Now I can decide what to do with her without my emotions getting the better of me.