Then, against her will, her eyes slid over to the nearby tray. Damon had left at least a forkful of fluffy eggs, along with a small piece of crispy bacon. Callie was so, so hungry. Her stomach was a hard, empty knot and her throat was parched.
He followed her gaze. “You want that last bite, don’t you?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” she begged.
He pursed his lips and then nodded. “Okay. Crawl over and eat it like a dog. No hands.”
Callie managed to get herself on her hands and knees, every joint and muscle screaming. She scuttled as quickly as she could to the plate and lowered her head, too hungry to care how pathetic she must look. She sucked up the spoonful of egg, trying to savor it but too hungry to do anything but wolf it down. The bacon was a little harder to manage without hands, but she finally got an edge of it with her teeth. She had never tasted anything so good.
As she eyed the empty juice glass with longing, Damon said, “Go take a piss before we get started. I don’t want you peeing on this nice carpet if you freak out.”
That did not sound good, but Callie didn’t allow herself to dwell on the words. She started to get herself to her feet, but Damon stopped her with a hard hand on her shoulder. “Stay on your hands and knees, cunt. Crawl to the bathroom. And wash up a little in the sink while you’re at it. You stink.”
Fuck you, asshole. The words very nearly burst from her mouth, but she managed to push them down in time.
As she crawled toward the small bathroom, Damon added, “Leave the door open so I can keep an eye on you. And don’t dawdle. You have five minutes, and then it’s time for your punishment.”Chapter 9While Callie was washing up, Damon went over to the wet bar and selected his toys. He’d start with a riding crop and then move on to a short whip. He glanced at the various vibrators and dildos, considering if he should stuff her cunt first.
While it would be a turn-on to force her to come while he disciplined her, he decided against it for now. This was a punishment, after all.
Walking over to the cross, he set down the impact toys and glanced toward the bathroom. Callie was bent over the sink, the water running. She had, he noticed for the first time, an adorable dimple just above each butt cheek. There was some pretty bruising from her earlier spanking. He would soon add some lovely new marks.
Recalling the pill packet in his pocket, he went over to the open door. “Time’s up.”
As Callie whirled to face him, her face and the tips of her hair dripping wet, he punched out a pill from the foil. “I found these in your purse. You’ve missed two days. Better take one now.”
As she stared at the pill packet, her eyes widened. Wisely, she kept her thoughts to herself as she held out her hand to accept the pill. He dropped it onto her palm.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said quietly, with no discernable trace of attitude. At least the little bitch was learning some manners.
He allowed her a moment to dry off. Then, taking her roughly by the arm, he hauled her to the St. Andrew’s cross. She stared up at it, her face paling. She swallowed visibly, clearly afraid. Good—she should be.
“You made a very big mistake last night, and you’re going to have to pay the price. You have no one but yourself to blame. Isn’t that right?”
He gripped her chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. She was trembling slightly, her arms wrapped protectively around her torso. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a quavering voice.
He nodded with satisfaction. He would teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. “Face the cross and lift your arms against the X so I can cuff your wrists,” he instructed. She hesitated for a second, but then wisely did as he said. He pulled each arm taut and closed the cuffs around her slender wrists.
Taking a step back, he directed, “Spread your legs wider.” He lightly kicked the inside of one of her ankles with his bare foot. Crouching, he locked her ankles into their cuffs.
He reached his hand into his shorts to adjust his rapidly rising cock. He still hadn’t gifted her with his cock in her hot little twat. That would be his reward to himself after delivering this well-deserved punishment.
Damon picked up the riding crop and moved to stand in front of the spread-eagled girl. She looked so fucking hot bound like that, her breasts lifted high by her position, the hint of labia appearing between her spread legs. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. He could smell her fear, and it made his cock all the harder.