Callan ~82~

                                    

                                          
WARNING: Slight bondage, slight femme domination, overstimulation, oral, fingering, spanking, and praise.
P.S. This will not be a really detailed smut chapter but it's still worth the read!
I'm gonna strangle that little minx. 
Somehow, she managed to tie my wrists behind my back without me even noticing. Perhaps she had done it when she was kissing me. Damn it her mouth was so addictive. Her tongue had corrupted my own with its sweetness.
So I sat on the bed, my hands behind my back, waiting for her to come back. I would walk out to find her but then again I wanted to see how long she would take to come back. I had heard her giggling like a fool when she left my room. 
I fiddle around with the rope on my wrists, figuring out what kind of knot she used and how to remove it just the right amount so I could grab her when she was close enough. I loosen up the knot and sit with a soft smile, ready for her to come back inside.
I hear her footsteps walking up the stairs, her steps accompanied by heavier ones. She opened the door and looked at me with a sweet smile, making me narrow my eyes. Zachary stood behind her, looking at me with a smirk before chuckling. He leaned down and whispered something to her before stepping back and walking away. It was just going to be us now. 
She walks over and stands between my legs, smiling down at me with mischief. I look up at her unamused, my eyes narrowing, waiting for her to say or do something. Her hands thread through my hair, combing the strands before taking my head in her hands, squishing my cheeks a little.
"You're in so much trouble, my angel." I whisper lowly, glaring at her with no malice. She grins and shakes her head slowly, giggling softly.
"You're the one tied up, handsome." She says lowly, her hands moving down to my shoulders and gently squeezing them. Then her hands grab my jaw, leaning down and kissing me roughly. Her teeth clashed with mine and her tongue fought with all of its power. 
I use the opportunity to slip my hand out of one of the knots. Her hands were traveling down my chest which gave me the opportunity of a life time. I used the knot in the rope to tie one of her wrists, but before I could get it on all the way, she pulled her hand away and broke the kiss, looking at me unamused. 
"Behave yourself." She points her finger at me. I sit there dumfounded, completely shocked that she'd even dare try to order me around like that. I clench my jaw and stand to my full height, glaring down at her. She stood there and stared back at me, standing her ground. Oh how badly I wanted to grab her and show her what happens to brats.
She places her hands on my hips, her cold fingers moving under my shirt to slowly drag it off. I let her. Our eyes remained locked on each other, never breaking contact. She pulled my shirt off of me, tossing it to the side before pushing me to sit back down on the bed. I take in a deep breath in order to keep my cool. 
She shimmied out of her pants, leaving her underwear on. She walked over and straddled me, her hands running through my hair. I could easily flip her over and have my way with her but I refrained from doing so. 
"Remember when I told you I'd tell you my secret when we were back home?" She asks softly, her lips brushing against mine. I nod slightly, wondering if my hunch was correct. "You want to know what it is?"
"I'm running out of patience with you, angel." I warn, my eyes still on her. She smiles softly and leans back a little, her hands toying at the hem of her shirt before tugging it off. She looks at me carefully before asking me to help her with the bra. I reach behind her with one hand and unclasp it, trying so hard to not just rip the whole damn thing off. 
Once the material fell away from her chest, my eyes locked on the silver bars that pierced through her nipples. I felt myself grow hard at the sight. I look back at her to see her with a cute little smirk on her face. I grip her cheeks and tilt her face. 
"Who pierced them?" I ask lowly. If she says a random piercer.. 
"I got them done before we came home." She says, her eyes glinting. When I ask by who, she smiles. "I don't know his name-"
I flip us over and pin her to the bed, my bare chest rubbing against hers. I glare down at her. 
"Another man saw your breasts? Do you want me to punish you?" I ask lowly, my patience on the very tip of shattering. 
"It was Zachary, psycho." She sighs, her legs wrapping around my hips. I hum lowly, watching her face for any signs of a lie. Seeing none, I relax a little bit. "What would you have done if it was a random piercer?"
"This." I latch my mouth onto her nipple, the cold metal resting on my tongue. I knew they were still healing so I wasn't too rough. I suck at her nipple slightly, hearing her whine a little from the ache, making me kiss it and switch to the other, repeating my actions. My fingers hook into the cloth of her panties, ripping them off in one quick swoop. 
I ate her out as if she was my last meal, sucking and licking at her clit until she was on the verge of coming only for me to shatter that peak, making her whine and moan from the lack of pleasure. I fingered her until my hands cramped, until she was a pooling mess under me, until she was denied her orgasms so many times she cried. I spanked her until her eyes were sparkling with tears and her skin was painted with the red I adored. 
I made her count every spank. Every edge. Every kiss. Just to get her numbers messed up. And when she messed up, I'd restart. She was a whining, moaning, screaming, crying mess under me and I wanted more. Seeing her like this activated another part of me that I never knew I had. I wanted to make her beg for mercy more than she has ever done. I wanted her to break under my touch. I wanted to make her shudder by the touch of my fingertips. I knew she was still very sore from a few nights ago, but seeing her overstimulated like this made me feral.
I pull my hand away from her, kissing her one last time, tasting the salty tears on her swollen lips. 
"Let me hear the numbers.. how many spanks?" I whisper softly, kissing her jaw softly and then her neck, kissing the purple marks on her skin. 
"30.." She whimpered, shaking beneath me. She was wrong but I didn't say anything. Right now, she was right. 
"And how many kisses?"
"I-I cant remember.." She whimpered, her lips quivering. I chuckle softly and kiss her again, whispering reassurance against her pouty lips. 
"And how many times did I edge you..?" 
"10 times..." She whispered, her breathing was heavy and so were her eyes. I hum softly and praise her, kissing all over her sweaty and aching body. Atticus better have booked those tickets for a late show because right now, she wouldn't be able to support the weight of her own head if she wanted to. 
"You did so good, my angel. So good. I'm so proud of you." I whisper gently, kissing her lips repeatedly. "Come, let's go take a bath. Do you want to take a bath with me?"
I watch her carefully, watching her eyes shut midway and her lips part, she mouthed a yes, not finding the strength to use her voice. I smile softly, knowing I pushed her way beyond her limits of pleasure. I just hope I didn't accidentally ignore a safeword.
"Hey, did I do anything you didn't like?" I ask softly, gently picking her up into my arms and cradling her to my chest. She shakes her head softly, resting her temple on my shoulder. I kiss her forehead softly, relief washing through my veins. "Did you enjoy everything?"
She nods softly, slowly falling asleep in my arms. I smile and take her into the bathroom, still holding her to me as I fill the tub with warm water and add in the bath bubbles. I get in and hold her sleeping body against mine, gently running my fingertips over her warm skin and relaxing with her. 
That ring needs to hurry up.