Chapter Five — Callum
“Everything alright?” I ask Alex that evening.
After lunch, we both went back to work. Then she came over in the evening for pizza and a movie, although neither of us have been paying much attention to the movie. It’s something about a ballerina with Natalie Portman in it, but I don’t really care, and it doesn’t seem like she does either.
“Yeah,” she says, her eyes not leaving the screen.
“Really?” I ask.
She’s pretending to pay attention to the movie now, but she’s been checking her phone almost every twenty seconds.
“Why are you on your phone so much?” I ask her. “Who are you talking to?”
“None of your business,” she says.
I raise my eyebrows. I’m not the jealous type, but her behavior is off. It’s confusing. I don’t know what to make of it.
“You know you can be honest with me, right?” I say. “Whatever you’re thinking, you can tell me. I can handle it.”
“Of course,” she says.
“Okay,” I say.
“It’s nothing. I’m just talking to my mom,” she says.
“Alright,” I say. That doesn’t quite make sense to me, but I’m not gonna second-guess it. It’s not my job to pry into her personal life.
“Can I get you anything? I’m grabbing another drink,” I say.
“No,” she says.
“Actually. I’m going to the washroom. Can you just pause the movie when you’re back?” she asks.
“Yep,” I say.
I pour myself a scotch and come back to the room. I rewind the movie about thirty seconds or so and pause it.
I sit down. Alex’s phone lights up and I see a name flash across the screen: Trent. That’s weird. A second later, it flashes again: Trent. And then three more times: Trent, Trent, Trent.
What the hell?
I wait for her to come back. As soon as she sits down, she snatches her phone. I watch the screen light up as she looks at it.
“Your mom doing alright?” I ask her.
“Oh yeah. She’s just planning a trip,” Alex says.
I feel myself harden. I don’t really care that she’s talking to Trent. It’s the lying I don’t like.
We haven’t decided to be exclusive, so I can’t fault her for seeing someone else. That said, it’s pretty shady to be going after my friend. Then lying to my face about it? That’s about as disrespectful as it gets.
To be honest, I’m so caught off guard that I don’t even know what to say. I just turn back to the movie. I need to process what just happened.
We watch the rest of the movie in silence, although Alex continues checking her phone every ten seconds or so. Every time it lights up, I feel my blood pressure rise. By the time the credits are rolling, I’m ready to punch a hole in the wall. I’ve never felt so angry in my entire life.
I wouldn’t have been angry if she told me she had an interest in Trent. I mean, I would have been a bit confused, since I don’t think he’s her type. But again, it’s the fact that she would go behind my back like this. That she thinks so poorly of me that she would disrespect me in this way.
It makes me completely rethink everything I’d thought about her. I thought she was a loyal person. A good friend. But it turns out she isn’t. She’s a snake. And to think I was falling in love with this girl.
I don’t know if I’m more disgusted with her or with myself for trusting her.
She gets up as the credits roll, and drops her phone. I see his name flash again, but I pretend not to notice.
She leans over to pick up her phone, and as she does, the booty shorts she’s been lounging around in ride up her ass cheeks.
I get a glimpse of her bare ass and notice it’s still slightly reddened from the spanking I gave her a few days ago.
An image of her sprawled across Trent’s lap flashes into my mind, and suddenly a combination of sadism, lust, and anger rushes over me all at once.
She may have fooled me, but that doesn’t mean she gets the last laugh.
“How about we play another little game?” I ask her.
She looks at me, surprised. “Uh. Sure. What did you have in mind?”
She’s probably surprised because neither of us have even brought up games in a few days.
It’s like we completely forgot about that whole arrangement.
She probably assumes I’m doing it as some form of foreplay, which is perfect.
Let her think that. It’ll just give me an excuse to be even crueler to her than I could have gotten away with otherwise.
I need something I can win quickly and easily. I don’t give a fuck about this game. I just want to punish her. And this time, I’m going to punish her for real.
“Push-up contest,” I say.
It’s a cop-out, and we both know it. Obviously I’m gonna win.
She smiles, and for a half second I feel bad, knowing what I’m about to put her through. But then her phone flashes again, and all sympathy drains from me in an instant.
“Sure,” she says. “I’ll go first.”
She looks at me. I nod. “Go ahead.”
She gets down on the floor.
“Can I do knee ones?” she asks.
“Sure,” I say. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to win either way, and we both know it.
She gets on her knees and starts to do push-ups. She does twenty. Honestly, I’m impressed. It’s not bad for a girl. But it won’t be enough to beat me.
“Alright, my turn,” I say.
I drop to the floor and start doing push-ups. I do twenty-five easily and then stop. I could do more, but I don’t need to.
When I get up, I notice the look on her face: admiration. For a second, I feel that flicker of guilt. But then I think of Trent, and it’s replaced by anger. I look at her, at her low-cut tank top that’s ridden up slightly, exposing her bare midriff, and lust rolls through me too.
“What’s my punishment, sir?” she says coyly, walking towards me. She wraps her arms around my neck.
I force myself to smile at her. I can’t give away the fact that I’m angry. That this isn’t a game anymore. That I’m punishing her for real this time. She’ll realize that at some point, but not now. Not yet. So I force myself to smile.
“You’ll see,” I say.
I pull off her flimsy little tank top and wrap it around her eyes, turning it into a makeshift blindfold. Now at least, I don’t need to control my facial expressions. This will make what I’m about to do easier.
I pick her up, like I have so many times now, and move her into the kitchen.
I bend her little body over the kitchen table, removing her bra first, so that her bare breasts are pressed against the cool marble countertop.
I want her to feel every inch of what I’m about to do to her.
I grab some rope and quickly secure her, tying her wrists and ankles so she’s bound in position, bent over the kitchen table with her legs spread wide apart.
Finally, I grab those little booty shorts of hers and I rip them down the seam at the back.
She squeals. And again, that pang of guilt, but it’s only there for a split second.
Now she’s standing there completely naked except for a pair of pink panties that cover about half of her ass cheeks.
I pull them up slightly, giving her a wedgie and exposing her bare ass.
She squeals again, rising on her tiptoes as I pull the wedgie harder.
I admire her round ass and then release her panties.
Next, I plunge two fingers into her cunt. As expected, it’s sopping wet. I pump my fingers in and out a few times, harshly.
“Such a dirty fucking little slut,” I say, grabbing her hair and pulling it.
“Mm-hmm,” she says. She thinks I don’t mean it, but I do.
I release her hair and then smack her ass, hard.
“And you know what dirty little sluts deserve, don’t they?”
“Yes, sir,” she says.
“What?”
“They deserve to get punished,” she squeaks.
“That’s right, slut,” I say.
I unbuckle my belt and hear her breathe in anticipation. Without giving her time to prepare herself, I land the first strike. It makes a loud cracking noise. I watch her body tense up before she reacts. It takes a second for the pain to set in, and then she groans.
I imagine the endorphins are hitting her now as her body tries to make sense of what just happened. Before she has time to regroup, I land the next one, giving her a matching red stripe across the other ass cheek. She rises on her tiptoes and I watch her clench her ass cheeks.
She’s going to be feeling the pain now. I land a few more licks in rapid succession. She’s shifting her weight from foot to foot. I’m sure she’s feeling it.
I go up to her and plunge my fingers inside her again, pumping. She’s wetter than ever.
“Naughty little girl,” I say. “Getting turned on, aren’t you? I guess that means I’m not punishing you hard enough.”
I rip off her panties, leaving her completely exposed, then go back in position and land two more licks on her bare ass.
Her entire ass is red now. I’m tempted to keep going, but I know that if I do, there’s a chance I’ll break her skin, and then I’ll have to stop for safety reasons.
And I don’t want that. I want to cause as much pain as I can, safely, before she freaks out or I actually do anything illegal.
I want to do as much as I can get away with. Plausible deniability. So I stop.
I bet she’s confused, not sure if I meant to hurt her as much as I did. If she asks, I’ll play dumb.
I begin to finger her and whisper into her ear. “How was that?”
“It hurt,” she squeaks.
“Good,” I say. “It was supposed to.”
I begin to rub her little clit, and she squirms.
I want to hurt her as badly as she hurt me. So I stop touching her clit and just go back to fingering her, more roughly. I insert another finger, and then another, just enough that it’s uncomfortable but bearable. Then I stop.
I turn my attention to her ass as I grab her cheeks. I spread them apart and then spit on her asshole. She tries to clench, but I hold her cheeks open.
“How does it feel to be exposed like this?” I ask.
She’s quiet. I smack her ass cheek.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t like it,” she whispers.
“Good,” I say. I spit again, lubricating her hole. “Has anybody ever been back here?” I say, running my thumb slowly around her asshole.
She shakes her head. I know she’s trying to indicate no, but I need her to say it. I smack her ass. “Words.”
“No, sir,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I say.
I watch her body react to my words of affirmation, and it almost makes me angry. I don’t want her to feel good right now. Only bad. I want her to feel terrible.
“Well. I’m about to be the first, then,” I say.
I slowly insert my thumb, stretching out her hole.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“Weird,” she says.
“Do you feel dirty?” I ask.
“Kind of,” she replies.
“Would you feel dirtier if you had an entire cock back here?” I ask.
She’s quiet. I feel like I’ve pushed her right to the edge. I need to bring her back now, to keep her in the game long enough to punish her properly.
I start to rub her clit with my other hand, and I watch her body soften. I move my thumb in and out of her asshole while fingering her clit.
“You like that, don’t you? Getting your naughty asshole fingered. I thought you would.”
“Only when you do it,” she says.
And again, I almost feel bad. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her phone light up, and that’s the last time I feel bad.
“Since you like this so much,” I say, “I think I better step things up and make sure you get a proper punishment. Don’t you think?”
I lean down and lick her pussy lips, suctioning her clit for a split second.
I need to distract her, confuse her with pleasure before I really punish her.
She moans as I suck on her button. I watch her legs tremble, and I almost want to make her come.
But it’s better if she’s on the edge. She’s more pliable this way.
So I stop at the last second and move back up to her asshole as I unzip my pants.
I grab the bottle of lube that I had stashed earlier and squeeze it.
I apply a liberal amount inside her and she squeals. I know it’s cold.
“Ready?” I say.
I wait a half second. If she’s gonna object, it’s now or never. But she doesn’t say anything. She trusts me, and that’s why I’m able to get away with this. A split second later, I thrust into her asshole.
Unlike the last time we had sex, where I went slow, I’m not slow this time. I’m rough. I begin pumping almost immediately, back and forth. I notice her body tense up, and I don’t care. I grab her hair, pulling it. She groans, and it’s not a good kind of groan, but I don’t care.
I slap her ass as I begin thrusting. “Take it, slut,” I say.
She starts clenching. I can’t have that. I move one hand to her clit and massage it slightly to get her to relax. She does, and I almost feel pity for her because of how easy she is to manipulate.
“How does it feel to have a cock in your ass, you dirty little slut?” I say, pulling her hair again. I rub her clit harder, and then I notice her body begin to contract. I realize she’s about to come.
Part of me doesn’t want her to, because this is supposed to be a punishment.
But then I think to myself, wouldn’t it be even better if she came during this?
That way, when she looks back and wonders if I was cruel, she’ll start to second-guess herself and remember how her body betrayed her. Yes. It’s so much better this way.
So I step up both my thrusting and my fingering her. I even slip two fingers into her cunt. I want her to second-guess herself. To question everything.
“Come like the dirty little whore you are,” I say.
She gasps and shatters around my cock. She’s so pure. So perfect. And in this moment, I love her and hate her. It tips me over too, and I explode, spilling my seed into her perfect round little ass.
As soon as I’m done, I pull out and pull my pants back up. I feel simultaneously disgusted with myself and satisfied. Confused, sad, angry, regretful, and calm. I wait thirty seconds longer, just watching her like that, tied to the table, helpless, and then I undo her.
“You can go now,” I say.
I don’t give her time to react. I just walk away towards the shower.
I’m afraid that if she gets a glimpse of my face, if she sees the look in my eyes, she’ll figure it out. She’ll figure out what I just did. All I can do is walk away and let her try to put the pieces together herself.