Chapter Two — Alex
So I’ve been thinking about something, I text Callum.
Tell me, he replies.
I’m feeling really guilty about the other day.
Elaborate, he texts back.
Well, despite my win, it was still a little bit sneaky of me to hide in the hot dog stand like I did. I mean, you gave me the win, which I appreciate. But I can’t help but feel a bit guilty for not playing a clean game.
I wait for him to respond. I watch the three little dots appear, then disappear. Then appear again.
I feel like you have more to say, he texts back.
I guess, I reply.
Well, what is it, sweetheart?
I’m wondering if you can help ease my conscience, I respond.
What did you have in mind? Callum texts.
I think back to a few weeks ago. I tried to make Callum jealous by flirting with two men in front of him, as part of our ongoing twisted games with each other.
As a punishment for losing one of the games, Callum made me apologize to the men. The apology involved having one of them go down on me while I gave the other one a blowjob. Callum watched, of course, and then finished inside me while they watched and held my legs open.
Yep, that’s right. Held my legs open. It was insane.
It was twisted and fucked up, but hot. Hotter than I could have imagined. It’s opened up a whole new world for me. Now that I’ve realized just how dark some of my desires are, suddenly nothing seems off limits.
Which is why I’m texting Callum right now. I don’t actually feel guilty about the hot dog stand. Obviously. A few days ago, Callum and I played a version of hide and seek, where I hid and Callum had to find me in a specified amount of time. One of the rules was that I couldn’t hide indoors.
Near the end of the game, I hid inside an outdoor hot dog stand. It was kind of a gray area — arguably, the hot dog stand is both indoors and outdoors — but Callum and I both agreed afterwards that I didn’t break any rules and won fair and square.
So I don’t feel bad. And I don’t need to ease my conscience. Really, I just want to give Callum a plausible reason to punish me. Which I think he knows. And suspect will be all too happy to oblige.
Because like me, Callum has some fucked up desires too.
Arguably, his are even darker than mine.
Anyway, the whole easing-my-conscience thing is a front. What I really want is to give Callum an excuse to punish me. To have his way with me.
That’s the downside to winning these games. As great as it did feel to win the manhunt game we just played, a part of me was slightly disappointed when it didn’t result in an immediate punishment. I’d been thinking about what Callum had been dreaming up for me.
Anyway, Callum’s made it more than clear that if I want him to punish me, all I have to do is ask. Still, that feels a bit gauche, and less fun, to be honest.
So I came up with a fake excuse.
And I’m sure Callum knows it’s fake. But that doesn’t really matter, does it?
I respect that, Callum texts me back. You’re a good girl. Wanting to come clean. Make things right.
Thank you, Daddy. You’re right, I do want to make things right… whatever it takes. I text back.
Daddy knows just what to do, he texts me. I’ll pick you up in an hour.
What should I wear? I text him back.
Anything you want, princess. Just make sure you’re in a reflective state of mind. It’s time for you to do your penance, little girl.
Butterflies in my stomach intensify as I put my phone down on my desk. Penance. The word rolls around in my head. What does a penitent woman wear? All white, perhaps? Or maybe all black?
I have no idea.
I flip through my closet, throwing clothes onto my bed. Finally, I settle on a white dress with lace sleeves. Almost bridal. Virginal, for sure. Innocent. Pure.
I imagine Callum seeing me in it and what he’ll want to do to me. The thought sends a shiver up my spine.
I play some music and slowly do my makeup, checking my phone. Five more minutes. I know what will happen if I’m late. Do I want to risk that again today? Maybe not, I decide. So when Callum texts me that he’s here, I hop up immediately and head out the door.