Chapter Four — Alex
I’ll admit it, I’m nervous. Usually I have some idea what’s in store for me, but not today.
Today, it could be anything.
“So can you tell me now?” I ask Callum.
We’ve been in the car for at least twenty minutes. So far we’ve just been chatting about mundane stuff: work, the weather, our families. Neither of us has mentioned the games, the manhunt challenge the other day, or wherever we’re driving to.
He shakes his head. “I like seeing you on edge like this.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I hate you,” I say, but it doesn’t sound convincing even to me.
Callum laughs. “Come on, you can do better than that.”
I can’t help but laugh too. “Fine,” I say. “It’s frustrating, though.” I clench my fist briefly, and he grabs one of my hands.
“I love frustrating you,” he says. “And you like being frustrated, don’t you?”
I shrug my shoulders, and he uncurls my fingers so that he can clasp my hand in his. Every time we hold hands, I’m amazed by how large his hand is. Mine feels like a child’s compared to his.
“We’re here,” he says.
We turn the corner, and all I see is houses. But off in the distance, there’s a large building.
“Is that a church?” I ask.
“Yep,” he says.
I look down at what I’m wearing. It’s almost too perfect. I laugh. “Wow.”
“Coincidental,” he says.
“Almost serendipitous,” I say.
He parks the car, and I move to unbuckle. He puts his hand on mine to stop me.
“Before we go in, Alex,” he says, “I want to say something.” He looks at me, and it’s one of those rare times when I can tell he’s serious. My entire body tenses up, and my smile disappears, matching his energy.
“Okay, what is it?” I ask.
He stares at me, and I almost get lost in those beautiful green eyes of his. He runs a hand through his dark hair, and I catch a glimpse of his abs. I shudder inside, thinking about how they felt pressed up against me.
My eyes flick to his biceps, and I find myself getting carried away in a daydream. I have to jolt myself back to reality.
“Are you listening?” he asks.
“Um—”
He smiles. “Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me. This is serious.”
His hand goes to my inner thigh and inches up. I find my core buzzing, and it’s hard to concentrate again.
“Hey, if you want me to listen, don’t do that,” I say.
“You can multitask, can’t you?” he asks, as his fingers roll their way up to the hem of my panties, lightly teasing the edge. My breath gets shallower, but I force myself to focus on his face, his angular jaw, his stubble.
“So we’re about to go into the church,” he says.
I nod, and he continues, “Now, I wasn’t sure how you were going to react the other week with the two men,” he says, referencing the punishment that involved one man going down on me while I went down on the other.
“You seemed to react well, though. Is that right?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You liked it,” he says flatly.
“Is that a question?” I ask.
“Yes, Alex,” he says.
I bite my lower lip, my cheeks flushing pink.
“You know I love watching you get embarrassed, but now’s the time for you to be honest with me,” Callum says.
“If that was too much for you, what we’re about to walk into is definitely going to be too much.
And I’d rather know now than five minutes from now.
If it is too much, that’s okay. I’ll take you back home, and I won’t hold it against you.
After all, this isn’t a punishment. We’re here because you want to be here. ”
“I mean—” I say, and he looks at me.
“Come on, Alex. We both know what you were doing when you texted me saying you needed help easing your guilty conscience. We both know exactly what you were asking for.”
I nod, my cheeks turning even pinker.
“Angel,” he says, grabbing my face. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, although I love it when you are,” he smirks, and the butterflies in my stomach intensify.
He continues, “I love that you texted me that. I love that you want me to take you and put you in your place. You know that turns me on. More than you know.”
My entire body heats up.
His hand drops down my face, around my neck, and he gently squeezes. I shiver, closing my eyes briefly. His other hand, which is still playing with the hem of my dress, brushes softly against my thigh, and then inches upwards.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Don’t close your eyes like that, Alex. You’re so fucking sexy, and now you’re distracting me.”
“Distracting you?” I ask, laughing. “You’re the one distracting me with your hand up my dress.”
He smiles and inches his hand back so that it’s just on my thigh. “Better?”
I roll my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes,” he says. “You know what that does to me.”
I smirk, and Callum’s jaw clenches.
“As much as I’d love to punish you right now,” Callum says, “And trust me, there’s nothing I’d rather do sweetheart… there’s people waiting for us inside, so we can’t get off track.”
“Oh,” I say, my mouth opening slightly.
“Mhmm,” he says. “So getting back to what I was saying… as much as I fucking love punishing your sexy little ass and doing the most depraved things I’ve ever imagined to your perfect little body…
I need your explicit consent before we walk into that church,” he says, nodding towards the church building.
My eyes follow his, and a thrill runs through me.
He continues, “I need to know you were into what happened at the sauna, because what I have in store for you in that church is going to be ten times more intense. So tell me, angel, is this what you want? You can say no, and I won’t be angry. You know that. I just want you to be honest with me.”
The truth is, I do know that. With most men, I’ve had to couch my sexual preferences, frame them a certain way so they’re palatable.
If the man was more vanilla, I would soften my edges, pretend like I was too.
If the man was into some weird kink, I’d stretch myself as far as I could in that direction, trying to accommodate him.
But Callum’s the first man who’s made me feel like I don’t need to do that, like I can show up as myself and he’ll actually be okay with whatever that looks like.
I know that I could honestly say no and walk away right now, and he wouldn’t hate me for it or punish me by withdrawing emotionally.
It’s so refreshing. It makes me feel safe.
And I can give him a real answer. Which is new for me.
I nod. “Yes.”
“I need you to say it.”
I breathe in. “This is what I want,” I say quietly but firmly.
“Good girl,” he says. And my heart flutters.
“Okay, so as you’ve probably guessed by now, there are men inside that church.”
“How many?” I ask, gulping.
“Between five to ten,” he says.
“Okay. And what’s gonna happen?” I ask.
“I mean, that’s up to you,” he says.
I look at him. “I don’t like being in charge.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he says. He wraps his hand around a fistful of my hair and pulls. I moan slightly, and he groans.
“Fuck, Alex,” he says. “You’re distracting me again.”
“You’re distracting yourself,” I say, pointing at his chest.
He laughs and steps back. “You’re right,” he says.
“Okay, so that’s why we’re talking now. Tell me what you’re okay with, and I’ll steer things in that direction.
Obviously, you can veto things at any point, but if you give me a sense of what you’re okay with ahead of time, I can make sure that nobody preemptively oversteps. Does that make sense?”
I nod.
“Okay, so what do you want?” he asks.
I breathe out. “That’s hard to answer.”
“I know, baby girl,” he says. “How about this… what would be too far? What don’t you want?”
“Extreme pain,” I say after half a second.
He nods. “Has anything we’ve done been too much pain-wise so far?”
I shake my head. “You’ve spanked me hard a few times, and it’s hurt. But not to the point of it being unbearable. I like a little bit of pain. I mean, I’m probably a masochist. I just don’t want to be bleeding and screaming or something.”
“Okay, good. That’s helpful,” he says. “Now, the other week, one of the men went down on you and you went down on the other. I assume you’re still okay with that?”
I nod, feeling my cheeks flush. His hand on my thigh creeps up higher again to my panties.
“Fuck, I love watching you squirm like this,” he says. “Okay, and how would you feel about having sex with other men? Multiple men at the same time?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly.
He nods. “How about this? You give me some kind of signal if you’re feeling up for it. And if you don’t give me that signal, I’m going to assume it’s a no. How does that sound to you, baby girl?”
“I like that,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “How about you put your hair up in a ponytail? Does that work for you?”
I nod. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”
“What if—” I pause. “What if I’m not ready to do that today, but I might be later?”
The truth is, being with two other men was hot. I think what I liked most about it was the fact that Callum was there directing the whole thing, and then he took me in front of both of them. It felt like he was dominating me in the most complete way possible.
But going from that to having multiple men fuck me… I guess it’s just hard to predict how I’ll feel about that. I don’t know if I’ll be into it today, tomorrow, or never. I just don’t want Callum to get the impression that if I say no now, that means no forever.
“You can always change your mind, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m never going to be upset with you wanting to do something dirty. The only request I’ll make is that you don’t come when any other man is fucking you. Understood?”
I nod.
“But what about if they’re not doing that…” I ask, my voice trailing off. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m about to basically walk into a gangbang and I can’t say the word fucking.
He laughs. “I love how embarrassed you are. The fact that you can’t even say the word fucking. It’s so damn cute.”
I blush harder, and he steps towards me again and grabs my thigh. His hand creeps underneath the hemline of my underwear, sliding towards my bare pussy. I inhale sharply, holding my breath as he dips between my folds.
“But to answer your question, as long as their cock isn’t in you, you can come. And of course… if it’s my cock, then I want you to be coming as much as possible. Unless you’ve been a bad girl and I say you can’t. Got it?”
I nod, feeling my entire body flush even brighter red.
“Good girl,” he says. “Are you excited?”
“Nervous,” I say.
“But excited too?”
“Kind of.”
“Good,” he says. “Remember, if this is too much for you, you can say no at any time. Just say red and everything will stop, okay?”
I nod.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Actually,” he says, pausing. His fingers, already teasing my slit, slide inside me. I gasp.
As usual, I’m wet. Like, really wet.
“Before we go inside, let’s make sure you’re warmed up, baby girl,” he says as he begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me. He runs his lips up my neck to my ear.
“You’re such a good little slut for Daddy,” he whispers. “You know that, right?”
I moan softly as he begins to rub my clit with his thumb.
“I can’t wait to watch you show off that perfect little body of yours,” he says as he increases the pressure. “I’m gonna watch all those men drool over your perfect little body, and then I’m going to claim what’s mine.”
With his other hand, he pinches my nipple through my white dress, twisting it until it’s hard and poking through the fabric. He does the same with the other one. I’m moaning more now, arching my back and pressing my pelvis against his hand.
He wraps his hand tighter around my hair, pulling. I’m almost grinding against his hand now. I can tell I’m getting close.
“Not yet, baby girl,” he says, pulling his hand out and looking me in the eyes.
He kisses me, immediately plunging his tongue into my mouth. I kiss him back greedily, and he inhales my scent. I’m so small he could just snap me in his hands.
It takes every ounce of willpower for me not to grab him once he pulls away.
“Okay, ready?” he asks.
I look at him, frustrated, which I’m sure is exactly what he wants. My lower lip juts out slightly, pouting.
I nod.
“Let’s go,” he says.