I suppose I better stop teasing Callum about us having a threesome. Although it's been fun messing with him, making him think that's what I want to have when I don't, I should really stop pushing for something I'm unwilling to do, and how much I see it bothers him whenever I bring it up.

And I've been fucking with him about them since our time in Hawaii for a few reasons.

One, to be a brat.

Two, by Callum admitting to taking part in them a few times and claiming they're not worth the hype, I'm curious to hear why he thinks that way if he supposedly didn't like them from the start and why he continued accepting to be a part of them. Because of that, and how he keeps trying hard to talk me out of it, I've been beating around the bush, pushing for answers to my questions about threesomes without physically asking what I'd like to know. With me also making it look and sound like I'm interested in us having one. To rile him up and watch how quickly his face turns sour.

Three, it's all in fun and my way of teasing him after seeing his dismay when I brought it up to him in Hawaii and how he acted with me afterward.

Four, even though threesomes excited me when I watched people partaking in them at the club. I would never want to involve Callum and me in one, for that I discovered he has a jealous side to him. So, I guess since I enjoy watching people having sex live, that would make me a voyeur, wouldn't it? And since I know how he likes to punish, I know he'd discipline me if he felt I wanted the other guy pleasuring me more than him. And it would be a punishment I probably would hate.

And last, I fed off seeing how much the thought of us having a threesome irked him, so I continued doing so just to be the brat he says I am. Even though Callum and I are now closer than ever, I feel I still have to be me, so he doesn't think I changed into the person I believe he thinks I should be. And since it became a part of who we are, our relationship from the beginning, I'm doing and saying everything possible to continue getting under his skin, to keep our relationship entertaining.

And so it'll make him want to punish me in the bedroom.

I found that's what I enjoy, and I look forward to it whenever we have sex.

And I'm looking forward to the discipline Callum claimed he'd be doing to me tonight for making him sweat and freak out about adding a third wheel to our sexual rendezvous. And now that he's got my new toys cleaned up, sterilized, and charging and preparing the bed for our fake threesome, I wonder how much longer I should keep my secret a secret from him.

Maybe just a bit longer.

It's the one thing I have that I could use as ammo if I ever need to use it on him.

I eyed the devices Callum bought to use on me tonight; a couple of them we already have, but since I left them behind in Chicago, he bought more. And seeing what he bought without knowing anything about them, what they do or their purpose is, or how they'll make me feel makes me nervous, yet I can't help but feel excited about experiencing what else will make me orgasm.

I guess you could say I'm as curious as a chicken—where I escape from my pen to explore what's around me—like the sex club Callum's brother owns. And now I wonder if that's how Callum views me because his eyes are always on me, eyeing me as if I'll wander off, and he'll have to get me to put me in my place and back where I belong.

Callum left the room momentarily, then returned with a bucket of ice and a grin that said, you're in trouble tonight, woman...

And I'm looking forward to it.

Callum set the bucket of ice on the nightstand beside his side of the bed, then headed to me, lifting me and carrying me into the bathroom and underneath the warm running water he had turned on before heading out to get ice. "We need to loosen you up before we start anything," he enlightened as he stepped into the shower.

Teasing him, I said, "Why's that? Because I'm about to get railed by an alpha caveman and some fake cocks?" I teasingly rolled my eyes, "God forbid we add a third wheel—a real cock to this fun time," I said humorously, throwing gasoline onto the fire to bring out the beast in him and make him want to discipline me so much more.

And it made me smile after I got the reaction from him I wanted—an irritated growl.

"Damn it, Eloise," he quietly groaned, lifting me and pressing me against the wall. And if this is how he plans on punishing me, fucking me against the shower wall, for saying what I just did, I should continue throwing things into the fire to keep it going. "Do you realize what you're doing to me when you talk like this?" he asked, crushing his mouth hard on mine. "You're bringing out emotions in me; I didn't even know I had."

It's what I'm trying to do, Callum... I'm trying to figure out ways to get you to open up to me, filling me in and making me understand what turned you into the man you've been and why you are who you are today. I want to know everything he's been holding inside for so long and see if I can help him overcome whatever he's having difficulty overcoming.

Callum held his cock at the mouth of my opening. And when his mouth left mine, he looked me in the eye, saying, "I'm going to fuck what you just said out of this body of yours."

"Instead of talking, telling me what you want to do, why don't you just do it?"

He groaned, "Brat."

That I am... "You wouldn't want me being any other way, would you?" I teased, the corner of my mouth twitching to beat the band, itching to turn my pursed lips into a grin. "You enjoy my brattiness and what it leads you to do when I act up, so why would I stop?"

This time I grinned—a taunting smile, anticipating what he wished to do to me.

"I do enjoy you being the minx that you are, but what I don't enjoy is hearing you want another man to fuck you, eat you, pleasure you, or get you to smile for him. That fucking pisses me off because I can give you everything you want that'll bring a smile to your face and a smile to your pussy."

I know he can; I just can't help myself. Now that I have lost reasons to bicker with Callum through emails to upset and get him worked up, I figured out another way to get under his skin. "I know you can. So why aren't you?"

He groaned, "To see what you'll say next to piss me off."

The look in his eye and the tone in his voice tell me he's looking to have angry sex first... So... what else can I say to set him off?

Hmm...

My hands strolled up his back, where I looked him in the eye as my hands slid up to his neck and formed my hands around them. "You know, this morning, I received an email from Mack. He asked what day I'd be coming to town, saying he'd like to take me out to dinner to discuss the gala event and that he'd really like to get to know me. Says he loves my work and loves seeing the passion I put forth in everything I do."

"Really," he muttered angrily, right before he plunged his cock inside me. "Fuck that," he hissed, increasing his thrusts. "My girl is not working for Mack," he commanded, beating his cock inside me like a hammer, pounding a nail into the wall. "My girlfriend will not have dinner alone with Mack," he groaned, his thrusts more punishing. "My girl's pussy will not know what it's like being fucked by a man that isn't me," he panted as he continued pummeling his cock inside my wet heat. "My girl will not allow another man to put his hands or lips on her. Is that clear?" he angrily instructed, digging his fingers deeper into my flesh the harder his thrusts grew.

I should keep messing with him to keep this angry fuck session going, but I won't. It's evident I brought out a side of him he didn't want me to see. Not that it's a side where he's scaring me, thinking he'd hurt me; it's an emotional side he's buried inside him—fear.

Fear of losing me.

Fear I'll leave him for someone else.

Fear I'll break a heart he recently discovered he still had and wanted to share with me.

And fear because of his past; I'll decide it's too much for me where I'll want to end what we just started before it goes any further, where more feelings will develop between us.

"Very clear," I breathed, my back slamming against the wall.

He pulled me to his mouth and roughly kissed me. "Who's girl are you?"

"Yours," I whispered against his lips.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Who's the only person allowed to touch, kiss, taste, and fuck you?

"You."

"Remember that. Because if someone tries anything on my girl, someone will get hurt. And it won't be you or me. It'll be him. Someone will also be going to jail—which will be me," he warned, trailing his lips along my neck.

I whimpered when his thrusts stopped, and he quit working his hips just when my orgasm was about to strike.

His mouth returned to mine, and instead of roughly kissing me as he had been, he kissed me passionately. Leaving me gasping for air when his mouth parted from mine, grazing his lips along my cheekbone as he moved them to my ear, asking, "Who's the only man allowed to mark you as there's?"

Mark me?

"I don't need any hickeys, Callum. I already know who you are to me." But something in his eyes told me that wasn't what he meant.

And I was right.

The entire reason he quit moving his dick inside me was to remove the condom. Because that's exactly what he just did. He pulled out of me, ripped the condom off his dick and flung it into the air, then positioned his cock back at my opening and as he slowly lowered me onto his shaft, burying his cock back into my warmth, he said, "I meant, marking you with my cum. I want to cum inside your pussy, ensuring you're marked of me and hoping it'll stay right where it is, even though I know it won't. But your cunt will still understand it belongs to me. And me only."

Welp. At least I was smart enough to return to birth control after our time in Florida. Thankfully, he didn't plant anything inside of me then. And hopefully, by him wanting to mark himself inside of me now, nothing will produce from it because he and I are not ready to commit to a lifelong of anything just yet.

We're still two hotheads trying to figure out life, each other, and if he and I are meant to be as our friends seem to think we are.

"If that's what you want to do to make you feel better. Then mark me. I want to feel you warming my belly with your arousal. And I want you to come so much inside of me; it'll leak out when you're trying to give me that threesome experience."

"Oh, you'll definitely be leaking, and if I knew how I could make it stay right where I put it, I'd do it," he responded, fucking me harder yet, his hand securing my head, blocking it from hitting the shower wall.

"Come all over my dick. Right now," he ordered. "I'm seconds away from releasing my mini-me's into your pussy. And before I do that, I need to know you're satisfied."

Callum didn't have to say anything more because the second he finished instructing me to come, I did, and he rewarded me with his come soon after, doing exactly as he said he would—officially marking me as his.

"Clench your pussy together and keep that cum inside you for as long as you can," he commanded, lowering me to my feet. It might not be easy to do, but whatever. I won't argue with him. I've got enough punishment coming to me soon, and as much as I'm looking forward to him disciplining me, I don't need to add to it. I want to be bright-eyed and happy when he brings me to the jeweler to pick out more expensive jewelry he doesn't need to buy me.

After he finished washing my body and hair and loosening my muscles from his massaging my body from head to toe, he carried me to the bed, dropped me on it, then demanded I get on all fours, my ass facing him.

And the thought of knowing he'll be spanking my wet ass thrills me.

First, he secured a blindfold over my eyes. Then I yelped when his hand met my right asscheek without warning. "Tell me why I'm punishing you."

With a grin, blind to the world, I answered, "Because I brought up us having a threesome."

He kissed the sting away, then slapped the same spot again, asking, "Why do I not want us adding a second male to the bedroom?"

"Because I'm only yours."

"And?"

"And no other man shall touch me in any way. Without your permission," I added, grinning, knowing that might earn me another stinging swat to my ass.

Another yelp left my lips when his hand met my ass much harder than the last time. Just like I thought he'd do. "No permission will be given to anyone because the only person allowed to touch my girl is me. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

The next thing I heard was ice clinking against each other and the wall of a bucket, and I knew that meant Callum was digging his hand into it, grabbing a handful of ice.

Callum rested his hand full of ice on the area he repeatedly slapped, and I shrieked. "Fuck..." but after a moment, my ass felt relief. And my cheek, which was stinging, now felt soothed, and I cooed.

"Does that feel better?" he asked softly, sliding the ice around the area he marked with his hand.

"Much better." I smiled, then wondered, "Is the punishment over?"

"It all depends on if you're done being a brat. Saying things you know will upset me."

I don't think my being a brat upsets him. If anything, I believe the things I tease him with hurt him. And the pissed-off act is to make it show he's tougher than he genuinely is. A cover to show what he doesn't want me or others to see—a sensitive Callum.

Which has me feeling guilty for calling him a heartless prick. And it has me thinking back to what he said to me once. He has a heart and only chooses to use it when needed. He's definitely shown me that—numerous times.

Seeing that Callum isn't the monster I once accused him of being and has something he's shielded for reasons that were most likely caused by his ex has me changing my tune with being a brat right now. "I'm done with being a brat tonight."

He hovered over me, his arm tenderly securing me to his body as he asked in my ear, "Are you still wanting to know what it's like having a threesome?"

Shit... how do I answer this without earning some sort of discipline?

Carefully. That's how.

"I will only do it if you want to do that tonight. But if you don't want me to know what it's like, then let's just fuck and then go to bed."

I felt his lips curling into a smile against my ear, and I wasn't sure if he was pleased with my answer or if I said something he didn't like, and it just landed me in trouble with him. "I don't want you to know what it's like having a third person added to our playtime. That's a fact. And my reasoning is I don't want you to enjoy it. Because if you do, I'll worry you'll be begging me to find someone to add to the bedroom—"

I interrupted him, "Then let's skip it and do something else."

"No."

"No?" I questioned, surprised.

"That's right," he said, pressing his lips to my cheek. "I may not want to do it, but I will just because I want to see you happy. And if there's something I can do additionally, that'll bring more smiles to your already gorgeous face; I will—as long as it doesn't involve bringing another human being to my bed."

He turned my face to the side and lowered his mouth to mine, saying, "Just promise me, if it's something you enjoy, keep it to yourself. I don't want to know if you like it."

I won't. I've only been messing with you.

"Don't worry. I won't rub anything in," I grinned, then giggled when Callum sighed. "I'm kidding, Callum. Don't discipline me for trying to be funny, even though this isn't the time to be funny," I said, wincing, expecting him to slap my ass. "But you don't have to worry; I'm positive I'd rather it be just you and me playing around."

He didn't punish me. And I'm sure he was going to until I added the last part. Instead, Callum rolled me on my back, lowered his mouth, and gently pressed his lips on mine. And the butterflies awakened from their deep sleep, tickling my belly, loving the effect Callum was bringing with how he was slowly, affectionately, and passionately kissing me.

Then he removed himself from me, and my mouth and body went instantly cold. "Is the air conditioning on or something?" I asked when I felt cold air brush my nipples, hardening them into stones.

A low, deep, mischievous chuckle left his lips. And now I know why. He just pressed an ice cube onto my nipple, which meant he was holding it over my breast, blowing air on it.

My back arched, and another chuckle escaped him when he pressed an ice cube to my other nipple. And I bit my lips to halt the screech that wanted to leave my mouth. "You're doing good, babe."

"Let me put an ice cube on the head of your dick, hold it there, and say, you're doing good, babe, right before your dick shrivels and goes inside of you. Like a turtle going into its shell," I quipped a little too harshly.

He laughed.

"I thought you're supposed to be turning this into a mock threesome?"

"Just relax," he calmly said, just as his mouth wrapped around my tit, his tongue circling it, then flicking it slowly before sucking it into his mouth and moving to my other breast to repeat the sexual teasing. "Free your mind," he quietly and peacefully urged. "Allow your mind to do all the imagining."

While teasing my tits, I heard faint sounds of a motor running and tried placing what it was until I felt Callum's large fingers spread my lower lips, and something started sliding up and down my clit, tickling it—the motorized clit licker he bought me tonight.

The one of many items he bought, and he was trying to figure out what he wanted to use on me. So even though I was along and saw what he bought, I still have no idea what he's planning on using, and he won't say, since I'm blindfolded, trying to make me believe this fake threesome is real—over a thousand dollars worth of sex toys reside in our hotel room...

His mouth returned to mine, his kiss a little more powerful. The clit licker continued pleasuring me, making me squirm when he increased the speed and changed up motions of the moving tongue, and his free hand massaged my breasts.

I wanted to give him a mind-blowing blowjob tonight for this surprise one-day getaway, but he told me at the sex shop that if I wanted to do this tonight, I wasn't allowed to give him one. That he was the only one who would be doing all the giving and pleasuring, and I was only to receive without complaining.

But we'll see about that. I may just sneak a blowjob in after we finish this little party and go to bed.

My body went cold again.

But it soon warmed, and a loud moan left my mouth when I felt a couple of digits enter my insides, and the clit licker returned to my pussy.

"Will I need to handcuff your wrists and ankles, or can I trust you to keep your hands on the bed?"

My bottom lip puffed out, pouting since I wanted to touch him. "I'll try not to touch you."

He chuckled. "Either you will or you won't. Which will it be?"

I don't mind being handcuffed, but I'd like to see how well I can punish myself for keeping my hands off him. "You don't have to use the handcuffs," I carefully said. It wasn't what I was going to say, but it came out that way.

I was going to tell him that he could trust me not to, but then if I did, I knew punishment would follow. And I'm done with the punishment tonight.

"Do you trust me, Ellie?"

Awe... my heart just melted—he called me Ellie. And how it rolled off his tongue made my pussy contract.

I trust him. But why is he asking me that? What is he planning on doing to me now?

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I need to know—I want to know—I have to know. Do. You. Trust. Me?"

"Yes," I whispered nervously.

"That's not very convincing, sweetheart."

"Yes. I trust you." I hope, imagining myself crossing my fingers.

I heard the lube being squirted, most likely, into the palm of his hand, and I winced. My body also went as stiff as a board.

Fuck... what's he doing?

I asked for this?

Fuck... threesomes... double dick penetration... dildo... cock... clit licker... I'm fucked...

Well, I will be.

By Callum's dick and a fucking dildo or vibrator.

I heard the lube squirting into his hand again, and I swallowed hard, anticipating what was coming—all because I fucked with him, making him think this was what I wanted.

I wonder if he'll let me back out now?

He lowered to my mouth, kissed me passionately, then trailed his mouth to my ear, asking, "I'm going to ask you again. Do you trust me?"

I swallowed slowly and hard. "Yes." But can I change my mind about this?

"Do you remember your safe word?"

I grinned, knowing how much I love the safe word I came up with and how I'm not afraid to use it. And if Callum plans on fucking my ass, I'm pretty sure I'll be screaming it with no problem. "Motherfucker."

"Good girl," he whispered, kissing my ear, temple, cheek, and lips. "Just know, I'm not going to hurt you," he quietly and caringly assured.

"I know," I whispered.

Even though he has me blinded by the blindfold, my eyes still tightly squeezed closed.

He squirted more lube; this time, he rubbed it around my forbidden hole, and then I heard him smothering something else with the lube—most likely his cock. I'm sure he already lubed up the toys minutes earlier.

"On all fours, sweetheart."

Yep. Callum's planning on fucking my ass.

Just lovely.

What I once considered as an exit only will no longer be my thing to say because the next thing I felt had me anticipating pain, and I grimaced when I felt the head of his cock poking a hole he had been preparing for this night.

"You're going to be just fine. Trust me."

Here we go; he's about to stem the rose.

My body lunged forward, and a yelp left my lips when he started pushing himself inside me—slowly, allowing me to stretch to his size, inch by inch, until he was finally seated inside me.

I know it only took seconds, but it felt like hours for him to enter the back door.

Then he reached around me, and the next thing he did, was double-dicked me by plunging a vibrator inside my pussy.

If someone were to ask how I feel, I'd say full, but that's an understatement because I'm really fucking full.

He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting the massive-sized girth and length vibrator in and out of me simultaneously. And believe it or not, but this felt amazing... and if he asked what I thought about it, I'd be afraid to tell him how good it felt—he'd take it the wrong way and assume I'd still want a threesome.

Which I wouldn't do to him.

I matched his thrusts, and he deeply moaned, pleased by what I did. Then, he hovered over me and groaned in my ear, "Fuck, Ellie, your tight hole feels so fucking good hugging my cock... turn your head my way. I need to taste your lips."

I complied, and the kiss brought out an orgasm I didn't know was coming, and I broke from his mouth, shuddering and moaning, and the scream I tried holding back came out. "Fuck, Callum! I'm coming!"

"You're going to ride out that orgasm. We're not done here."

I don't know if I can. My arms and knees feel like they're about to go numb and collapse.

As he fucked both my holes, I rode out the orgasm, and when I finally came down from it, I let out a long breath of air, relieved to have gotten through it. But then I felt a feather tickling my clit, and the orgasm returned immediately.

"Fuck, Callum! I can't keep riding these orgasms out! It hurts!"

He chuckled lowly. "Knock it off; they don't hurt. It just means you're overstimulated," he said, plunging his cock in my ass, his balls smacking my ass, echoing throughout the room.

He returned to my ear, goosebumps assaulting my body when he said, "When I said I'm marking you as mine tonight, I meant it. First, I marked your pussy, and now I'm marking your ass. Are you all right with that?"

I swallowed, nodded, then responded, "Yes. Because I'm yours."

He grinned against my lips. "That's right, sweetheart," he said, rewarding me with a rough, scorching hot kiss while marking my forbidden hole of him. "You're mine. But I'm all yours, too."

"You are mine," I said through my smile. "You're my huge-hearted, caring, hateable yet very loveable motherfucker—my motherfucker."

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