“I think you should shut your mouth before I punish it,” he growls. I know it is supposed to be threatening, but all I want now is to feel his length stretch my lips as I take him.
He groans, his stubble scraping deliciously against my pussy. “But by how wet you just got, maybe you’d like that. Wouldn’t you, Doll Face?”
I moan in response as he releases all his control, licking and sucking all his frustration out on my pussy. He laves his tongue over me, relentlessly sucking my clit, while extracting orgasm after orgasm out of me. Until I’m a whimpering mess on his stairs, carpet burns stinging on my back. He stops, letting me catch my breath as he pulls me to my feet. On shaky legs I go to my room. Blissfully getting to feel the shower wash the game away from my body, I press my hands to the steaming glass, rubbing away the fog until he comes into view. He leans against the counter, his hand cupping himself through his slacks. I motion him to me with one finger. He smirks, hands grabbing at his belt.
I turn around, letting the water rain down on me until I feel the cool air nip at my back. He presses me against the cool tile. One hand cups my chin, the other sinking into my needy pussy. He pulls my head back against his chest, his mouth finding purchase on my neck, licking the water droplets away as his fingers move inside me. I moan, my arms coming up to wind around his neck, breaking the rules. My fingers slip into the ends of his hair, earning a smack to the inside of my thigh. I moan, turning around to face him. He watches me, dark hair in front of ash eyes. I watch the water droplets fall off his hair, landing on his beautiful stomach, sliding down to his raven tattoos. I wait for the next drop. It rolls from his cheek, waiting for me at his jaw. I lick my lips, leaning in. My tongue swipes out along his jaw, finally tasting him. I rub my face down his hard stomach until I rest in front of him on my knees. I lean forward, running my tongue along the bottom side of his hard, tilted length. He puts his hands on the tile in front of him, looking down at me and God, he’s so beautiful. I sit back on my legs, folding my hands in my lap. My eyes connect with his, and I whisper, “Punish me, Daddy. Please.”
He growls, strong fingers digging into my scalp, fisting my wet hair. I open my mouth as he roughly thrusts his pulsing hard dick into my mouth. I moan around him, running my tongue along his shaft. He continues to fuck my mouth. Taking my breath with each thrust. My eyes sparkle with tears as I take my punishment.
The thing is, I like to be punished.
* * *
“When you enter my home,”his booming, authoritative voice makes my heavy eyes open as I sit on his couch in his office, “you will step into a role. You will submit, you will watch your tone, your bratty ways, or you will be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I nod slowly. Long gone is the intense shower foreplay, and instead enters broody, bossy asshole. He switches roles so seamlessly.
“Yes, what?” He watches me from behind his big desk, looking more like the ruler of an empire rather than a teacher.
“Yes, Daddy?”
He smirks. “That, or Sir, or Lincoln. If you want to live out those daddy fantasies through me, who am I to judge?” I blush. “If you follow my rules, I please you. If not, you get punished. Are you following, Callum?”
“Yes, Sir,” I snap, tired and exhausted, not in the mood to be belittled tonight.
“Watch your mouth, Doll Face.”
“Why Doll Face?” I ask, wanting to know. Even though I love when he calls me that.
“You have the face of a doll. Dead and hollow inside. Can’t think for yourself. Something to be seen and not heard. You, my beautiful slut, are like a porcelain doll. Pretty to look at but one small bump and you’ll break.”His smile is cruel, not that I’ve never seen it, but I thought maybe he would be sweet to me, like he was our first time.
“Fuck you,” I hiss out. He’s lecturing me and going over the rules because I keep breaking them. Small problem—I’m not going to stop.
He’s in my face before the last syllable is out of my mouth. He grips my chin, squeezing with a delicious ache.“Not another word from your spoiled, bratty mouth.” He plunges his fingers into my mouth, hitting my gag reflex as drool seeps over my bottom lip. He watches with dark hunger as it trails over my chin.“Do you want to be punished, hmm? Is that it?” He bends down, swiping his tongue over the drool, licking it up but never touching my lips.
It that an honest question? Do I want to be punished? Is that why I keep acting out? Maybe a deep, dark part of me wants to see how dark it can get. “Do your worst.”
He smiles. “Oh, Doll Face, you shouldn’t have said that.” His hands tangle in my hair as he pulls me up, dragging me with him into the hallway to my room. There’s an ache to my scalp as my feet trip over one another trying to keep up with his long strides. He pushes the door open, and it slams into the wall with a loud crash. He drags me across the room, throwing me onto the bed. I watch as he steps away from the bed, eyes wild as he watches me. He retreats to the door slowly. “Wait. Where are you going?” I ask, confused.
“If I touch you right now, I’ll hurt you. You’re not ready.” His chest heaves, hands slightly shaking.
I get on my knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. “Wait.”
He holds up a hand, bumping into the doorframe. “Don’t push me, Callum. If I do what I want, you’ll run from here, never to be seen again.”
I want to object, but he’s closing the door before I can say anything else. I rest my head into the fluffy pillow, my mind confused, and my chest hurts with an ache I don’t understand. Rejection, I realize. I pushed and he rejected me.
My body gives in to the exhaustion of the game, the encounter we just had, and I slip into a restless sleep.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I watchher eyes shut on my phone screen. I had the cameras installed a few days ago, wanting to know everything she does while she’s under my roof.
I almost lost it tonight, almost ruined her. What I wanted to do would have some subs screaming a safe word, and fuck, I never even thought to give her one. That’s how gone I was. She’s so delicate, I knew she would be, but I never thought I’d have to control myself around her.
I may have pressed her on purpose to see how she’d react. I don’t think she’s hollow or can’t think for herself—the opposite, really—but I wanted to see if she’d submit. She didn’t. I’m not sure she’s capable of it, but that doesn’t change anything with me wanting her. I just never dreamt that she’d push me that far. I shut the screen off, rolling to my side to stare at the starry night. I should let her go, pretend this never happened, but I like having her to myself. And the way she took control, dropping to her knees and asking me to punish her? There is no turning back from that. I’ve always had women who were paid to submit to me, but they’ve never been solely mine. I’m going to keep her even though I know it’s fucking wrong.
I can feel her changing me, but I don’t have the will to stop her.