Chapter Three — Alex
“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” I ask Callum.
“Nope,” he says, smiling.
I glare at him. “That’s not fair,” I say.
“Consider this part of your punishment,” he says smugly.
“Punishment?” I ask? Oh, don’t think I forgot about you deliberately texting me back “Laid” on purpose.
My cheeks heat up. Fuck, so he hadn’t forgotten about that.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, trying to contort my face into a neutral expression.
He laughs, “You’re such a bad liar.”
“Should I punish you for lying too?” I feel the flesh spread across my chest.
He’s right, I’m not a very good liar. I mean, that’s not totally true… I was pretty good at bluffing during poker. But when it comes to these sorts of things — our dynamic, his punishments — my face kind of gives it away. Or rather, my skin tone does. By turning bright pink. Every damn time.
“Look into the glove compartment,” he says.
I open the compartment. Inside, there’s a little box. It’s pink with a bow on top.
“Open it,” he says.
I open the box and fish out a pair of what look like silver clamps.
“Are these…” my voice falters.
He smiles and I squeeze my legs together tightly.
“Yep,” he says.
I look down at my light blue dress. I’m wearing a bra, but the cups are lace and basically, see-through. If I put these on, they’ll definitely poke out through the dress.I look at Callum. He smiles again, and the butterflies in my stomach get stronger.
“Just put the box in your purse,” he says.
“Oh, you don’t want me to…?” my voice trails off.
“Not yet,” he says, smiling wickedly.
Part of me feels relieved, but a bigger part of me feels like this is not a blessing. I strongly suspect that whatever he has cooked up is much worse than me putting these on right now. Plus, the uncertainty is making me nervous, which I’m sure is part of his evil plan.
Callum pulls into a narrow side street and turns the car off. We’re in basically an alleyway, and I don’t see anybody around us.
“All right,” he says. “Your turn.”
“What?” I ask.
“I’ll start the timer,” he responds.
“Wait… you want me to…” I swallow instead of finishing my sentence. He can’t be serious, right?
I look at him and then his pants. He nods. He looks very serious. I gulp.
“Unless you have a problem with that?” he asks, smirking.
My almost compulsive defiance kicks in. It’s hard for me to say no to a challenge. And besides, there’s something exciting about doing this out in the open where we can maybe get caught.
The windows in his car, though, are tinted, so we’re probably safe. But still, just the thought that we could get caught is exciting.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says. “I mean, if you’re too nervous, I understand,” he says, smirking. His smirk gives him away. He’s offering me these platitudes as if in any world I would take him up on the outs he’s offering me. He knows I won’t. We both know I’m not going to back down.
“I’m great, thanks for your concern, though,” I say sarcastically. I’m trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as I brush a strand of hair behind my ear.
“But don’t start the timer yet,” I add. “Undo your pants first.”
There’s no way in hell I’m going to give him any advantage here by letting him start the timer and then taking his sweet time unbuckling his pants or something. No way. I wasn’t born yesterday.
He laughs. “Of course you’re being clinical about this.”
I stare at him. “Uh, yeah,” I say. “A million dollars is on the line.”
He nods solemnly. “I would expect nothing less.”
He releases his cock and I look down at it. It’s already hard and bulging. That’s a good sign at least. My stomach warms.
Again, I’m struck by how big it is. I’m not sure when I’ll get used to it. It’s by far the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in person, or seen anywhere, to be honest.
He looks at me and I can see hunger in his eyes. I pull up my phone and open up the stopwatch app. I look at him.
“Ready?” he asks, looking at me.
“Ready,” I say and then press Start.