Chapter Seven — Alex
I glance up at Callum, noticing the serene look on his face, and I’m overwhelmed with a sudden sense of softness. Fondness, even.
“Well — I think you’ve more than earned this,” he says, as he pulls out his phone.
For a second I’m confused. What is he talking about? And then I remember.
“The filters are off now,” he says. “But I want you to do something for me.”
“What?” I ask.
“Every time you’re going to touch yourself, I want you to text me and tell me. Will you do that for me sweetheart?”
I find myself nodding before I’ve even consciously processed his request. It feels different than his previous rule, i.e.
no touching yourself, although both are controlling in different ways.
Maybe it’s because this time he asked me, instead of just telling me.
I find myself wanting to please him. Fuck, what’s going on with me?
I can always change my mind, I tell myself. But in this moment, every bone in my body is screaming at me to say yes. To please him. Not because I have to, but because I want to.
So I say yes.
“Yes,” I say quietly, and he smiles.
“Alright, baby girl,” he says. “I have to get back to work now. I hope to hear from you soon, okay?”
I nod. He pauses, and I can see something running through his mind.
“Or… do you want me to help you out?” he adds.
I nod. We both know what he’s asking without him having to say it explicitly.
He leans down and grabs my waist, picking me up. I hadn’t even realized I was still on the ground. He keeps his hands wrapped around my bare waist, and I realize again the discrepancy in our states of undress. He’s done up his pants, and so he’s fully clothed while I’m still naked.
He pulls me close, my skin hot against his pants. I can feel his cock harden as he presses my pelvis against his. I smile. I like having this effect on him.
“How do you want it?” he asks, burying his lips into my hair. He’s whispering into my ear. His voice is muffled and deep and sexy.
“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out.
The second the words leave my mouth, I blush bright red. I can’t believe I said that.
But he smiles, and my anxiety dissipates. He’s happy I said it, I can tell.
“You have no idea Alex just how fucking much I want to bury my cock in you and make you mine. But I can’t. Not yet. It’s too soon.”
I nod as if I understand, even though I don’t. “Okay.”
“Well?” he asks. “How do you want it?”
I assume he’s asking me about how I’d like him to help me orgasm. But I don’t really know how to answer, since I’m used to doing it myself.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby girl,” he says. “As long as it doesn’t involve my cock, I’ll make it happen.”
I beam again. I never thought a man saying no to fucking me could feel so validating, but somehow it does. I think it’s because I know he’s not saying no because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s waiting for the right time.
When’s the right time? I don’t know exactly. But I know I trust him, even though I probably shouldn’t.
“Whatever you think,” I blurt out. “I trust you.”
He smiles, and I know I said the right thing. I don’t think he was testing me, but I can tell my answer pleased him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he says.
In one motion, he lifts me up again by my hips, like I’m a feather, and I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala.
He moves to the couch and positions me so that I’m straddling his knee, with both my legs on either side of it.
He starts spanking me — but not hard. Lightly.
It feels good, and I find myself instinctively grinding into his knee.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he says. “Grind into Daddy’s knee. Just like that.”
While lightly spanking me with one hand, he inserts a finger into my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet. You know you’re making it almost impossible for me not to fuck you, right?”
“I mean…you can,” I say shyly. “If you want.”
I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.
I’ve never been so upfront like this. It feels crazy to hear myself saying these things, but he makes it so easy.
He makes me want to open it like this. Share what’s on my mind.
I don’t feel bad or slutty for saying stuff like this around him, even though I normally would.
I mean, I do feel slutty…but slutty in a good way.
When he calls me a slut, or even better his slut, it feels different.
It feels like a compliment, which is crazy.
“That’s it,” he says. “Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby girl.”
He inserts another finger and quickens his pace. I grind into his knee harder, creating friction with my clit against his pant leg.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, as he continues lightly spanking me. “And your ass is so perfect.”
He stops and grabs one of my ass cheeks, squeezing lightly.
“Come for me,” he says.
Somewhat unexpectedly, I feel my body start to convulse. It’s weird — usually I always know when I’m about to come, but this orgasm kind of surprises me. Small waves of pleasure ripple through my body, but he continues spanking me and fingering me through them.
I’m sensitive right after, but he keeps touching me. Within seconds, I feel the same tension start to build. I grind into him, and I can feel it coming again.
“Come for Daddy,” he says.
A second, smaller orgasm crashes over me. I relax into it, pleasure saturating my body. As warmth seeps into every pore, Callum eventually removes his fingers and starts just lightly squeezing my ass, then rubbing it.
Once my breathing is back to normal, he helps me up and finds my clothes for me.
“Remember our deal?” he asks. “You text me whenever you want to be a naughty little girl, alright?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I say.
I clap my hand over my mouth.
Even though I’ve been saying pretty dirty things to Callum for the past hour or so, calling him Daddy just now feels significant. Maybe it’s because I said it while I’m fully dressed and not in the middle of the sex act. It feels like I’m formally acknowledging the dynamic between us in real life.
Callum kisses me on my forehead, which somehow reassures me, even though I don’t know why. He wraps me up in a hug, and we stay like that for a minute or two.
His phone buzzes, and he glances at it.
“That’s the Uber,” he says. “Get going.”
He kisses me on the top of my head, and for a second I feel sad, although I’m not sure why. But he lets go, and I walk towards the door.
Right before I’m about to turn the handle, I glance back for one second and see him standing there. Once again, I’m struck by how beautiful he is. But I see something else on his face — wistfulness? Or maybe sadness? It’s hard to decipher.
I don’t have time to think about it, though, because the Uber driver honks, startling me.
“Bye,” I say quickly, glancing back at Callum as I head out the door.
The End