Chapter Three — Callum
I walk into the living room, laughing.
There she is, naked, sitting cross-legged on the rug with her eyes closed. Is this girl fucking meditating?
She’s so cute — but I can’t let myself think that right now.
“Hey there, Zen girl,” I say.
Her eyes pop open.
“Hey,” she says slowly. She’s looking at me carefully, not sure what’s about to happen. I’m sure she expects me to chew her out for what just happened, which is exactly why I won’t.
“Perfect. You’re already on the couch,” I say. “I want you to walk behind it and lean over.”
“Like over the back of it?” she asks.
“Exactly.”
She gets up, still naked, and leans over the back of the couch. It’s high enough that she has to go slightly on her tiptoes to lean her chest against it.
“Hands together in front of you,” I say.
She puts her hands together and dangles them over the front of the couch.
I approach her from the front of the couch and tie her wrists together with a piece of rope I grabbed on my way to the living room.
After securing her hands, I secure the other end of the rope to a pole in the room.
The living room has an almost industrial feel to it, so there are some large fixtures like poles, which also come in handy for other reasons — like now.
“What are you going to do?” she asks nervously as I walk back around behind her.
She’s bent over the back of the couch, facing forward. With her hands secured, I work on her feet next, tying her ankles together, then securing the other end of that rope to the leg of a table a few feet behind her. Now she’s locked in place. Perfect, I think to myself.
“What are you doing?” she asks again.
“You’ll see,” I say.
I disappear for a minute and head to my bedroom. I go to the cabinet with all the sex toys and fish around until I find it — the Hitachi magic wand. It’s a classic for a reason. It’s the most powerful sex toy there is, and it’ll make any girl lose it in minutes.
I hide it behind my back as I leave the bedroom and return to the living room. I wish I knew what she was thinking right now, I think to myself, smiling.
I’m sure she’s expecting me to punish her with some type of corporal discipline — spank her, paddle her, something like that. Well, the most important thing is to keep a girl off balance. Do what they don’t expect. Which is why I’m not going to do any of those things. Today, at least.
I keep the wand behind my back until I’m right behind her. Then I pull it out and press it up against her inner thigh.
She cranes her head, trying to see what I’m up to, but she can’t.
“Can you tell what this is?” I ask, running the smooth toy up and down her inner thighs.
“It’s not turned on yet,” she murmurs. “I’m not sure.”
“How about now?” I ask, turning it on. It’s one of the cordless ones.
I run it up her inner thigh all the way up to her pussy and hold it there for a few seconds. I watch as her back arches and she rises higher on her tiptoes. A small, breathy moan escapes her mouth.
She’s so fucking cute. I can’t stand it. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull, making her arch that little back of hers even more.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” I ask.
I continue to run it up and down her inner thighs, pausing each time at her pussy for a few seconds.
I love watching her body twitch when I hold it there, her body straining against the ligatures, trying to get closer — and then her little sighs of disappointment as I move the toy further away.
I love watching her like this. Desperate. Horny. Completely at my mercy.
I run it back up to her clit and hold it there for the longest time yet, probably for thirty seconds or so. Her breathing changes, and she starts to make small noises. I can tell she’s been trying to keep it together, but I watch her composure slowly unwrap. It’s beautiful.
I pull her hair harder and bite down on her neck.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs.
“Tell Daddy you like it.”
“I like it, Daddy,” she says.
I’m surprised by how easily the words slip out. She was so prideful earlier — but maybe she’s starting to learn.
“Good girl,” I coo, before moving the toy away.
She lets out a little grunt of frustration as I move it further away. I continue like that, teasing her with the toy, while she gets more and more frustrated.
“Do you think you deserve to come after that little stunt you pulled?” I ask. I bite her lower ear, tugging slightly.
“Um —” she murmurs.
“Well, do you?”
When she doesn’t respond, I slap her right ass cheek. She jolts, surprised.
“No,” she mumbles.
“That’s right,” I say. “You were a bad little girl, weren’t you? Not following Daddy’s instructions. And then bringing Daddy right to the edge and stopping. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
I bring the toy right up against her clit now, and she shudders.
“No,” she says, her voice vibrating.
I notice her muscles start to clench, and a part of me wants to let her come, wants to watch her fall apart. But she has to learn her lesson. I move the toy away, and she deflates.
“Now you get to learn what that feels like. Not very nice, is it?” I ask.
“No,” she mumbles as I continue with my game.
“How much longer are you going to do this?” she says.
“As long as I want,” I say.
She sighs, and I slap her left ass cheek.
“Don’t give me attitude,” I say. “This is what you deserve, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I grab her hair and pull hard this time. “Yes, what?” I ask.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
“That’s more like it. Now take your punishment like a good girl.”
I continue teasing her for at least fifteen minutes. It’s almost painful for me to watch — seeing her cheeks flush and then deflate each time. I notice she’s trembling, getting weak. So I finally turn it off.
I untie her and bring her sundress over to her.
“Get dressed,” I say.
She puts on the sundress and looks at me.
“You can go now,” I say. “I called the Uber for you. It’ll be here in a minute.”
She looks surprised. Sad. Confused.
“Really?” she says.
“Yep,” I say. “Oh — and one more thing. Under no conditions are you allowed to touch yourself until I see you next.”
She frowns. “What? You can’t —”
“Oh, I can,” I say. “Feel free to test me. But you’ll regret it.”
I can just imagine the gears running through her mind. How will he know? In fact, part of me is hoping she’ll test me. She’ll test me, and I’ll break her. Again. Or maybe she’ll surprise me and follow my rule. I doubt it, though.
“Better go. The Uber’s here,” I say.
She looks at me. That’s it. I feel sad for a split second. I want to do something — I don’t know, give her a hug? But I can’t do that.
No feelings, I remind myself.
“That’s it,” I say. “Bye.”
She turns, and just like that, walks away.