Chapter Two — Callum
I wonder if she thinks I’ve forgotten.
The thought hangs in my mind like a bubble waiting to be popped as I scroll through our text messages.
If I had to hazard a guess, I would say yes. I bet she has forgotten. She’s used to me acting decisively, imposing consequences in real time.
I shake my head and chuckle.
It wouldn’t surprise me if she did. Even though she hasn’t admitted it yet, I think it’s pretty obvious to both of us by now that she likes playing this role.
The brat role.
She likes riling me up, pushing me right to the edge. Seeing how far she can push things and how much she can get away with.
She likes testing me. She wants to see me push back, put her in her place.
And I’m more than happy to.
In fact, it’s more than that. I’m not just ‘happy’ to do it — I fucking love doing it. I can’t remember the last woman who’s made me feel like this. In fact, I’m not sure if it’s ever happened.
Of course, I’ve been with submissive women before, even a few brats, but none like her. Most women tease a little bit, but they don’t actually go for it. She does.
I mean, that stunt she pulled on the conference call, edging me and then stopping right at the last minute before I was about to come?
Now, that was diabolical. As angry as I was in the moment, it was maybe the hottest thing a woman’s ever done.
It gave me the fucking perfect excuse to punish her petulant little ass after.
I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed punishing a woman more than I did then.
And that’s one of the things I love most about her: how smart she is, how cunning she is, and how our interactions force me to think and plan ahead.
Even now, I’m trying to think of what punishment would be appropriate for her little 30-second infraction.
It’s been in the back of my mind for a few hours now.
I’ve been running through all the different scenarios. Thinking of all the things I’ve done to other women… the dirtiest, most depraved things imaginable.
It’s an indulgence.
I know I need to be focusing on work, but it’s so damn fun.
Fuck.
She just might be the death of me.