It feels like an out-of-body experience.

This cannot be happening. I left him at the restaurant. I left him sulking in the alleyway.

Yet the electric pressure on my lips and the heat overtaking my body convinces me otherwise. The sparks dance along my spine with hints of shock and arousal, reviving my dormant body.

I loathe how my body leans into him, wordlessly begging for more.

My lips move in unison with his. His soft, warm lips kiss me with a rough hunger that twists at the deepest paths from within, paths that lead to the pulse between my thighs.

Callum cups his hand at the back of my neck and tilts my head while pulling me closer. My hands brace on his hips and I tighten my grip when his fingers tug at the hair at the nape of my neck. I moan, gathering the fabric of his shirt into tight desperate fists.

I can't breathe but that doesn't seem to matter, all my senses are consumed by this man.

His tongue explores every cervix of my mouth, serenading me with unfiltered need. A raw sense of ravenous passion envelopes us. I haven't felt like this in aeons, the anticipation covers my skin with goosebumps and steals my breath away, leaving me weak in the knees.

Callum groans and hoists me up.

My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he whips us around, and I gasp when my back collides with the wall hard enough to bruise. He grinds himself against me, and I shudder. The sound of something falling and then breaking shocks my back into fully arching into him, my thighs clench and the reflex earns me a low pussy wetting growl. 

My trembling hands go to his shoulders and we pull apart, just as he slams the door shut.

Fuck.

"This is wrong," I shiver, the heat spreading like wildfire across my pulsing core.

"Tell me to stop, Bri," Callum reveals my black lace bra and dips his head to kiss my collarbone. I murmur for him to leave but in the midst of it, I pull him closer. "Mean it, sweetheart."

I flutter my eyes open, his oceanic blue eyes shimmer with raw arousal and worshipping dominance. He's the first man to ever look at me like that, to look at me as though he would willingly worship me on his knees and receive the greatest pleasure from it.

I bite my swollen lip, "I can't."

Like a fever dream, our mouths find each other again. I offer myself up to him and he devours me. Callum pulls at my hair and I grind my hips, shamelessly after what he's depriving me of. His erection presses against my throbbing heartbeat, the friction of my soaking panties a maddening sensation, but the rationality of the situation tugs at my thoughts once again.

"Callum, we can't..." I breathe as he licks along the column of my neck. "Cal..."

"Brielle," his vulnerable eyes search my soul. A hot brooding storm that consumes every sense of my waking conscience is pleading with me. "I've wanted you for years, I've yearned for your touch, for your fucking kisses. Let me have you. Allow me to have you."

I suck in a breath, "You're Ramona's son—"

Just like that, the fever dream turns into a blizzard when he instantly lets go of me and I land on unsteady legs, having to brace myself against the wall. My chest heaves with each breath, and my silk robe falls off of one shoulder, revealing my flushed and shivering body.

The tremble of my bare limbs is pure evidence of the effect he has on me.

The effect he's always had on me.

"She's not my mother," he hisses and his eyes turn void. They glimmer with lust but reflect with a pain that runs so deep it bruises my soul. "I don't have a mother, Bri, she left me the moment I took my first breath. My mother is gone."

I pause, a wave of shame tugs at my soul and I look at my hands, being reminded of how Callum's mother passed away giving birth to him because of obstructed labour. After a deep breath, I meet his pained gaze and take a cautious step towards him.

"Callum, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"It's okay. You aren't the reason I'm without a mother, I am," he chuckles darkly and steps away from me, taking his warmth with him. I'm still staring when he bends over and picks up my purse. "This was the original plan, you left it behind and it looks expensive."

I take the small bag from him and our fingers graze. He pauses and looks at me, searching for something only he can hope to find. When he doesn't find it, he lets go of the bag.

He steps away but I feel the need to explain myself, "You're younger than me Callum, it's —"

"Immoral?"

"—inappropriate."

Callum chuckles and I press my lips together. "Sorry to inform you of this but I'm not a child. Nothing about our attraction to each other is wrong. I know what I want and I want you."

"Why?" I ask just above a whisper. "You can have anyone else, any other woman, why me?"

I don't want to find myself at the mercy of a man ever again and Callum Slaters is no different, if not worse. I read the gossip columns and watch the news too, he's the worst kind of trouble. He reigns with havoc and hellfire, the kind that leaves my body humming with need.

"Your grasp on power seduces me, Bri," he takes a step closer with each word. "You resist me and that intrigues me because no one resists me," he lazily traces my jawline with his finger and rests it beneath my chin, firmly holding me in place. "I always get what I want, sweetheart, and because you run away from me, I want you even more."

A lustrous haze blocks my train of thought and I kiss him. He pushes me against the wall with a hard thud that echoes in the foyer and I gasp, delirious with the heightened pleasure.

His hands push aside my robe and he applies pressure to my stomach and breasts as he feels every inch of me. My hands frantically pull at his shirt and skim over his tight muscular torso. A wildfire of lust spreads across my skin and pools at the inferno within the depths of my core. My thighs clench and my head falls back, fingers desperately tangling in his hair.

I whimper, suddenly overwhelmed by the onslaught of revived hormones. His hand finds the aching heat between my thighs and I gas, "Okay! Stop, Callum..."

Callum stops all movement and rests his palms on either side of my head against the wall, trapping me between his arms. His breath comes in short rapid pants but his gaze remains patient as he stares at me, waiting for me to say something.

When I remain quiet, he says, "I'm going to be frank, this is frustrating for so many reasons."

My cheeks flush and I slump against the wall, "It's not you, it's me."

"Right," he sighs. "I'm not proposing, Bri, I just want to taste you. Allow me to do that for you."

"This is not about you, it's about me," I stress on my bottom lip. "I've been celibate for a while now and...I...that's all I need you to keep in mind going into this."

Callum's lips curve into a sardonic grin and his eyes light up. "That's alright sweetheart. You still remember what it feels like to come, yeah? You do touch yourself once in a while, right?"

I lick my lips and fold my arms across my chest. I can't believe I'm discussing this with Callum of all people, for crying out loud what has my life come to?

"You don't touch yourself," he sounds disappointed and in utter disbelief. "Why don't you touch this beautiful body, sweetheart?"

Callum rests his hand between my thighs and this time he lingers at my sex. Gently caressing me through the fabric of my thong, my thighs clench and I moan. The heightened desire makes me sensitive to his touch and the goosebumps soon turn into hot chills.

"I don't have the right motivation," I place my hand on his and encourage his deliberately slow movements to apply more pressure.

Callum rubs my clit, and I whimper, my wet walls quivering with the need to be filled. With trembling hands I reach for him, he's so thick and hard beneath my palm.

"Let me be that, and more for you," he growls into my ear.

"Fuck," I breathe and Callum chuckles.

With a swift and smooth quickness, he turns me around and my chest presses up against the wall when I feel his hard cock press against my ass through his slacks.

"We're going to play a little game," he murmurs into my ear and I shiver. "One that requires a safe word and for you to trust me, okay my little fuckdoll?"

Did he just call me his fuckdoll? I've never...But I like it.

"Mmh," I breathe.

"Use your words, Bri. Tell me what you're thinking."

"My safe word is Mercy," I gulp.

"Sir..." Callum bites my ear and I whimper.

"My safe word is Mercy, Sir."

Callum weaves his fingers through my hair and tugs until I feel the sting. "Anything else is you begging for more, Mercy and the game is over, understood?"

"Yes Sir."

He growls in response and I melt into a pool of pheromones.

Driven by lust and drunk on his mere presence I shamelessly grind against him. Callum grabs my hips tight and I bend forward for him, palms flat against the wall. Then, suddenly, his hand lands on my ass cheek with a loud smack that shocks my entire body awake.

"Callum!" I gasp.

My pussy grows wet and hot, the sting blooms around my ass and he does it again but harder and I wince, my clit throbbing from the painful stimulation.

"Callum? It's just Sir to you, my little slut," He drawls and I go weak in the knees, grasping onto an invisible rope to keep me standing. "Yes what, fuckdoll?"

I moan, "Yes...Sir."

"And consider this penance for all those blue balls you caused me," he presses himself between my ass cheeks just as his palm spanks me again.

My hands curl into fists against the wall and I bite my lip, feeling him grow thick behind me.

"Touch yourself," he says as I hear his zipper open. "Fuck yourself for me, baby, let me watch."

I pull down my thong and let it fall, then I reach for my sensitive nub and tease it.

"Don't be shy," Callum pulls my hair, his breath close to my ear. "Fuck yourself with two fingers."

I inhale then work two digits inside of myself with a moan, and he hums with approval.

"Yes, like that. I know you want this cock in your tight starved cunt. You want me to fuck your pussy like a good fuckdoll, don't you?" I nod with a whimper. "I need you to fuck yourself first."

Callum frees my tits from the bra and pinches my nipples. I cry out, the sensitive throb of my clit and nipples overwhelming, "Make yourself come, Brielle, touch that beautiful cunt of yours."

I enter myself with three fingers and drive into my tight pussy. My left hand curls into a fist on the wall, Callum presses hard on my clit and I shatter around him with a cry. He pulls me away from myself and entraps my wrists above my head with his belt. The leather bites into my skin in the most satisfying way and it makes it impossible to escape.

My orgasm still rocks through me with overwhelming waves that mark my thighs and tighten every muscle in my body when I feel Callum ease himself into me from behind. I will my body to relax but I'm taunt, still spasming from my orgasm but that only encourages him. He pistons into me with long deliberate strokes, I feel the curve of his erection teases the hilt of the confined space that aches for him most. He grunts and I scream from intense pleasure and pressure.

My pussy clenches around him and he breathes heavily into my neck, alternating between kisses and teeth. My arousal has Callum drenched and he fills me up until the hilt. The sound of balls to skin echoes in my quiet foyer like a song of angels descending from Heaven.

I groan, my fingers and toes curl, my eyes droop with ecstasy and roll back as I see God.

"Fuck, you're such a tight little plaything," he groans so deeply I feel the vibrations to my very core. "My plaything. All mine."

Callum fucks me faster and my mouth parts in a silent scream that falls from my lips. He fists my hair with one hand and kneads my breast with the other. My head lolls back and our eyes meet. His eyes are a storm clouded with nothing but desire and passion all at the sight of me, a fire burns in his iris and dominance flickers in his dilated pupils.

No man, even Charlie, has ever looked at me the way Callum does.

His searing gaze makes me want to burn cities and overthrow governments, he makes me feel powerful with just his stare alone. He makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world.

"Sir," I choke when he lifts my one leg and presses me further against the wall. The other hand develops a deadly grip on my hip while the other steadily holds my leg up.

His strokes become leisurely and deep. Each time they hit my G-spot and each time I cry for him to never stop, feeling the earth tremble inside of me.

"Beg for it, my little slut," his voice a gravel cheer in my ear. "Beg for your orgasm."

"Please, Sir," I beg, feeling the tears on the brink of my eyes as I near another orgasm. "D-don't stop, Sir, I'm so close. Please make me come over your cock, Sir."

"Such a good slut," his grip tightens enough to bruise, his strokes growing shallow and fast.

He rams me into the wall and I'm at a total loss of breath. He lets go of my legs and slams into me one last time, I shatter like glass. A few desperate strokes later and Callum is falling apart behind me. I feel him hot and thick as he marks my ass, thighs, legs.

I slump against the wall and he unties the belt then we listen to each other's breathing. We share a moment of silence, thick with the tension of our attraction and the sweet smell of sex.

"You're such a good girl," he kisses my neck and to my surprise, I pull him closer from behind, his arms wrap around my waist. "My favourite toy."

"Thank you, Sir," I swallow.

I've always had a thing for praising and degrading in the bedroom but Callum has no way of possibly knowing that, and I didn't know it went to this extent either.

"The bathroom is on the second floor in my room."

I chuckle at how he tenses. "I know I'm cruel but I have manners."

Callum doesn't hesitate, he sweeps me off my feet and climbs the stairs unfazed by my weight. Having already been here before, he finds my room with ease and heads into the en suite master bathroom.

He puts me on my legs and I wince, he smirks and I roll my eyes, "I can feel that wave of arrogance from there."

"Oh, can you?" he moves closer and holds me in his embrace. "I bet you feel it now."

"Yes, I do, and it's suffocating," I playfully push him off of me and he looks appalled.

I shake my head and run the shower, I take his hand and pull him in. Instead of behaving and cleaning himself up, he kisses me instead. I stand on my toes and lean into him, loving the way he swipes his tongue across my bottom lip and how he knows to tease me with his teeth. Callum then cups my ass and squeezes, I feel him grow hard against my stomach.

I kiss his neck and nibble at his ear, gently stroking him in my hand, "I want you in my mouth, Sir," I whisper huskily. "Say I can have you."

His eyes glisten with mischief as his thumb swipes over my bottom lip, "My cock fucking your smart mouth would be the perfect way to end the night."

I place my hand on his hips and pull him towards me. I settle on my knees until the heels of my feet press into my ass while he turns the settings of the showerhead to a steamy drizzle. I hold him in my hand and I stroke his length, my eyes never leaving his.

"You're gorgeous on your knees," he murmurs and I take his head in my mouth, my hand still slowly stroking him.

My clit throbs with pride as he grows thick and hard with my touch. I lick his shaft, teasing him until he's rock solid and groaning. I make it sloppy and deepthroat him. I bob my head and relax my throat to take him deeper, my jaw aches with a pang and my eyes water.

"Bri," Callum's grip tightens in my hair but he doesn't take control, he lets me have this. "Fuck."

My hand and my mouth fall in rhythm, I look at him, "You like this, Sir, your fuckdoll on her knees for you?"

"Goddamnit Brielle," he grunts as I find his taint and probe him with my tongue, his cock jerks and he makes a strangling sound.

"Make me come with your filthy mouth like a good little whore," Callum grunts.

I moan and fuck him with my mouth, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I gather tension in my cheeks and Callum sings my praises. Yes, it's been a while but I know a thing or two.

I bob my head and take his entire length, I choke on purpose and his eyes grow dark. My core quivers with heat and I stroke myself. I play with my breasts and it drives him wild. My rhythm picks up speed, and Callum's cock slides in and out of my mouth ready to burst. He comes with a curse and I milk him. I swallow every last drop just as I reach my climax too.

"You taste so good, Sir," I bite my lip and he chuckles, pulling me to my feet.

Callum kisses me and shortly after we shower. I expect it to be quiet and awkward but we end up talking about the most random things regarding the ocean. However, even Callum can turn an innocent topic about the sea into something sexual.

"But nothing beats your current," he winks at me and I roll my eyes with a laugh.

I wrap a towel around my body and watch admiringly as water covers his godlike body. Each droplet marks a trail across his defined body and for the first time tonight, I notice Callum has tattoos. Three swallows beneath his left pectoral and a single scripture that curves with his inner bicep.

Does seeing his tattoos for the first time right now make me oblivious? Probably.

When he catches me staring I look away and leave the bathroom. I hear Callum laugh and I mumble intelligibly to myself. At this very moment I regret nothing but tomorrow no one is going to guilt trip myself better than myself.

Callum walks towards the door but before he can reach it, I add, "You can stay if you want." He raises an eyebrow. "I said if you want, don't feel obligated to."

"No, I want to," he crosses his arms across his chest and flexes. "But do you want me to?"

"I hate to admit it but yes, I wouldn't mind," I shrug nonchalantly and sit on my bed. "I don't mean this sexually whatsoever."

"Yes of course because god forbid we fuck each other," he smiles and I bite my lip, trying to keep from smiling.

"Are you gonna stand there all night?" I ask him and he walks over to me within a heartbeat.

Callum towers above me and plays with my damp hair. I watch him quietly when I spot his knuckles, they are still raw. I take one of his hands in mine and examine it.

"Does it hurt?" I ask him, noticing how he's still bleeding slightly. I take his other hand and he wiggles his fingers.

"Not anymore it doesn't," he gives me a cute lopsided smile and I get up, going into the bathroom and getting out an emergency aid kit.

"That's not necessary," I ignore him. "I've had much worse than this. C'mon Brielle?"

"Yes really," I get out the peroxide disinfectant. "If you haven't noticed yet, you're an actor and every single feature of yours matters."

"Right," he sighs. "I'm an actor."

I sense the pain and lack of enthusiasm in his tone. I want to ask but refrain from it. I don't want to get more involved with him than I already have—hence I'm not even asking about the tattoos.

"Are you a secret nurse or something?" he narrows his eyes as I moisturise his hands with a neutral cream.

"No," I laugh and start to cover up the little cuts with small transparent bandages. "But growing up with three brothers and being the only girl, you are forced to learn these kinds of things."

"Sheesh three, I can hardly stand myself now imagine two more of me," he shakes his head.

"Oh, the horror!" I gasp, dramatically.

"You're the one with three brothers, not me," he gives me his other hand. "So...are you the youngest?"

I nod and I catch sight of his secret smile from the corner of my eye. Callum is also the youngest. Morgan, his sister, is two years older than him.

"Thank you," he says softly just as I finish and I give him a quick smile. I return the kit and crawl into bed.

The weight of the bed sinks as Callum joins and he violates my privacy by pulling me into him. I murmur to him to stop cuddling me but he just kisses my forehead and says good night, holding me even tighter. 

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