Callum’s Hell

by Mason, V. F.

  Maybe I should be shy during our first night together, but if it’s the only night I’m getting with him, then I want everything.

  Every. Single. Thing.

  Rising up, I crawl toward him while he freezes with his hands on his belt buckle, his brow lifting. “Do you want to taste, wild orchid?

  Instead of waiting for his reply, I place my palm on his chest, loving the flex of his muscles under my touch, and glide it lower, scratching his taut, tanned skin with my nails and leaving red marks.

  He growls again, but I only giggle as he reaches out his hands, and I slap them away, lowering the zipper and then diving inside. I wrap my hands around his cock, which is thick and heavy.

  He curses under his breath but steps closer, ordering, “Harder.”

  I squeeze it, my panties damping at the prospect of having it inside me, my pussy clenching around the length as a whimper escapes me.

  My mouth waters, the need to taste him on my tongue impossible to ignore, which is only fair, since he’s already tasted me. I shift my pleading gaze to him, silently begging him to let me do it before he starts running the show again.

  Callum rubs my lips with the pad of his thumb and says, “Take what you want.” And I do, my eyes widening when his cock comes into view.

  Lucky me.

  The head is leaking precum, and before I can stop myself, I lean forward, swiping it away with a small lick, and he shudders, his fingers lacing in my hair and pulling at it lightly, which sends pain along with pleasure through me.

  He tastes salty, slightly bitter, but mostly all male, and my mouth waters to get more of it, to have him lose control from it, because he is always so arrogant.

  Will he give me such power?

  Callum brings my head closer, groaning. “I should say no.”

  “But you’ll still let me, right?” I ask, although my voice slightly trembles, as I’m not sure if I’m going to do it right.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have started with a blowjob on our first night!

  “Giselle,” he calls for me, and I meet his brooding gaze watching me carefully. “You are so beautiful with your body buzzing with anticipation and your red lips begging for another taste, ready to wrap around my dick. Is that pussy wet for me, baby?”

  A hot flush spreads through me and I nod, too afraid to speak up, but his words ease my nerves.

  “Show me how much. Slip your fingers inside your pussy. Come on.” My cheeks heat up, but his words send me into a trance and I do as he says, moaning when the heel of my palm presses against my clit and two of my fingers slip inside, my walls instantly sucking them in. “Good girl.” I’m so wet just from his stare, my fingers sliding in and out, but instead of bringing me any kind of relief, it only intensifies my need. “Stop,” he orders, and I freeze, internally begging him to do something, because now, not only does my pussy ache, but my nipples too from the breeze. “Take out your hand and place it on my mouth.” I do, my fingers lightly touching his lips, but he pulls them inside, licking them clean, and I clench when he growls in approval. “Delicious,” Then he fists my hair and angles my head back, holding my stare. “I’d like to taste you myself, feeling you come around my tongue so hard you see stars, and then do it all over again until your voice turns hoarse.”

  Yes, yes, yes. Please.

  But he shakes his head under my whimper. “Not until you tell me what you want. Do you want my dick—” He wraps his other hand around his cock, pulling it from base to tip, leaking another drop of precum. “—in your mouth? Or should I take the reins? You won’t have much choice left besides writhing under me, begging me to fuck you harder.”

  Oh my God, despite his crude words, I yearn for him to keep all those promises and do all those things to me.

  “Think carefully, baby. Next time, I won’t be this generous.”

  Licking my lips, I reply with my raspy voice, “I do.”

  Heat flashes in his eyes and he nods, bringing me closer until his cock is only inches away from my face. “Wrap those plump lips of yours around my dick and get a taste, Giselle.”

  Replacing his hand with mine, I marvel at the soft skin of his cock before sliding my tongue along the tip and sucking on the head, filling my mouth with his taste.

  He groans, and another hand tangles in my hair, pulling a little harsher, but I don’t care. Stroking the base of him, my mouth slowly pulls him deeper and deeper, inch after inch, until my gag reflex kicks in.

  I slide back and then glide my tongue over his length, enjoying his heavy breathing. For a second, I catch his stare. The pure, raw passion in his brown eyes almost has me stopping to admire something I’ve inspired.

  I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me this way, like I’m the most important thing to them yet they want to ruin me in different ways.

  I close my mouth around him again, this time taking him deeper, and moan, sending vibrations through me, and he whispers, “Fuck,” before pulling at my hair and growling, “best mouth in the fucking world, baby.” As he praises me, I slide my hand to his balls, squeezing them in my palm, wanting to taste them too, but I don't want to let go of his cock.

  My hand travels back to his length, gliding around the flesh my mouth is not pleasuring, and I feel the electricity charging my body, the need that encompasses me from the tips of my hair to my core, and I need something to soothe the ache.

  The minute my hand wants to shift to my panties though, his raspy voice stops me. “No.” I whimper, ready to beg, when his cock slips past my lips with a popping sound, because he has other plans.

  He lifts me up until we’re on the same level, and he aims for my mouth. “Kiss me.” We share each other’s taste, mingling together into something erotic and dirty, yet that only makes me want him more.

  I circle his neck and waist when he hikes me up, pressing my aching body to him while my lips find the crook of his neck, where I’m sure I’m leaving a hickey, but I can’t care about it now.

  “I’m burning, Callum,” I whisper in a frenzy, almost going crazy from the desire that holds me prisoner.

  “I’m right here, baby.” He takes us in long strides back inside the penthouse, and then walks through the hallway to his bedroom, which is also cast in moonlight.

  He drops me on the bed, and I bounce a little but then settle on my back, thumbing my nipples that it seems are sensitive to every nip of the air. “Just look at you… begging to taken… by me.” He adds the last part harshly, as if there could be anyone else.

  At this point I can’t even imagine there ever being anyone else, but I don't focus on such ridiculous thoughts.

  “Mine,” he whispers, snatching my panties from me and moving them all the way to my ankles before throwing them.

  I’ll be searching for my clothes all over the place.

  He then lifts my leg, taking off my heeled sandal, and wraps his hands around my foot. I groan, as it brings relief to the sore flesh from all the walking I did earlier. He bends my leg, putting my foot on the bed.

  He repeats the action with the second one and it leaves me completely exposed to his gaze, but instead of embarrassing me, it only creates a deeper hunger within me.

  “I want—” I start, but the words die on my lips when I blink and notice he’s naked. And oh God, a more handsome man never existed in this world.

  He tears open the condom with his mouth, putting it on his length, and I stretch my hands toward him, ready to accept all his male glory inside me, where he can soothe the inferno, but he shakes his head, amusement flashing in his gaze. “You had your taste. Do you want to deny me of mine?”

  I shake my head, positive that any minute now I’m going to burst into flames from anticipation, but he doesn't make me wait too long.

  He shoulders my legs farther apart and settles between my splayed thighs, his breath cascading on my skin as he scratches his beard over the inside of my thigh, making me shift under it. I want to clasp my legs around him, but his strong hold on them doesn't let me.<
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  “All beautiful and mine.” He leans closer, palming my ass, and he lifts me up, asking, “Is your pussy ready to be ruined?” I can’t think straight, let alone answer, but the light slap on my ass cheek makes me yelp and I frown at him. “I asked you a question.”

  “Yes! But you are all talk, so—” My words transform into a loud moan when his tongue glides over my skin before delving into me, whirling around my folds.

  It’s like devouring me is his single-minded focus.

  Hot flashes rush through me, awakening every hair on my body, and my throaty whimper echoes in the room as the pleasure fills every bone.

  His thumb presses against my clit, while he pulls back only to push forward again, slipping over my heated flesh and swiping my wetness with his tongue.

  He licks me from bottom to top, his mouth spread wide, not leaving an inch untouched, and all I can do is moan and chant incoherent words, my palms traveling to his neck as I hold him close, grinding my pussy against his face.

  His fingers dig into my ass, arousing me to the point of my breath stilling in my throat when I’m afraid I’m going to burst at any moment, only for him to ease his movements and go back to only lightly nipping.

  He rolls his tongue around my clit as his two fingers slip inside me, my pussy clenching around them, and I want him to push them deeper, because it’s not enough. “I want more,” I beg, and he chuckles, running his nose over me and breathing in my scent before biting on my flesh, sucking on it gently and resuming his licking.

  He continues to play with me like this for hours it seems, slowly driving me to the edge, only to pull back at the last minute, enjoying my whimpers, groans, and moans.

  At some point, he holds my palms prisoner, lacing our fingers together by my sides, and I wrap my thighs around him, moving on the bed to get better friction, but it only brings me frustration.

  He gives my pussy one last bite before groaning. “I want you to shudder in my arms when you come on my tongue.” Yes, please. “But not the first time. The first time, you’ll come from me claiming you as mine.” His lips skim over the taut skin of my stomach, where he nips a little to leave his imprint on me before he wraps my legs around him, allowing me to hug him close as he sucks on my nipples.

  He doesn't ravish them. No, he gives them soft bites before sucking on them, creating pointed peaks that only add to the intensity within me. He lavishes them with attention, all while his hands squeeze my hips hard, keeping my back glued to the bed.

  Only then do I notice how he is barely holding onto control, sweat coating his skin, and satisfaction runs through me that he is as affected by this as I am.

  I feel the tip of his cock against my entrance as he presses it up and down, only the tip slipping inside, but that’s enough to drive me insane.

  Lacing my fingers in his hair, I tug on it until his heated eyes meet what I’m sure are my crazy ones, and demand, “Fuck me, Callum.” I can’t take any more of these games.

  He growls, slides up, and covers my mouth with his in a feverish kiss that erases everything else while he plunges inside, filling me to the hilt.

  My moan dies in his throat when he pulls back then dives back inside, rattling the bed, and all I can do is wrap around him tighter, welcoming his every move as it sends me higher and higher, almost to the point of soaring.

  Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

  In this moment, nothing exists for me but this man, his body, the way he makes me feel with each jerk of his hips that allow his cock to fill me so full I have no clue where he ends and I begin.

  The minute he shifts his attention to my neck, I gulp breaths, scratching my nails across his back, which only speeds up his movements. He drives into me again and again, enclosing me in sensations I never knew my body was capable of, in such passionate ecstasy I’m not sure it’s healthy.

  My pussy clenches tighter and tighter around him, sucking his cock deeper and deeper, wanting to find all the things he promised me.

  And then there is nothing left but my loud scream and a wave of intense bliss that slams into me so hard for a second I forget how to breathe.

  Breathing heavily, I arch my neck on the pillow, as he still thrusts inside me, faster this time, seeking his own release, and my hands slide lower to his ass, squeezing it a little as I bring him closer.

  He growls but continues to power into me, and that’s when his asscheeks clench and he roars above me, spilling inside the condom, his thick cock buried deep. His muscled body squishes me to the bed, but I don't mind, as we both starve for breath and he finds my mouth, giving me a soft kiss that has a dangerous edge to it, and something akin to pain.

  I'm too exhausted to study it right now, but one thing becomes crystal-clear.

  One night with this man will never be enough.

  And that’s the scariest thought I’ve had in my life.

  Callum

  I watch her chest rise and fall peacefully as the light breeze flows through the open window, teasing goose bumps on her skin.

  Her brown locks are splayed on the pillow, while her lips are so red from the kisses we shared it’s a sin.

  She will always be one temptation I can never resist.

  I slowly slide from under her, propping her on the pillow, and she sighs in her sleep, burrowing her head in as a slight smile curves her lips.

  The beast inside me demands I roll her onto her back and sink my dick deep inside her again, cementing my earlier claim, but I rein it in. There will be plenty of time for that once she knows the truth, the truth that will forever destroy her world, and she’ll have to create another one in order to survive.

  I get up and walk to the window, grabbing my cigarettes on the way.

  It’s a dirty habit.

  As her words echo in my ears, I chuckle even though it lacks any humor, because she has no idea—no idea I won’t ever be able to give up the cigarettes that once saved my life.

  Resting my arms on the window, I gaze at the shimmering city while thousands of cars pass by in the night, showing me New York indeed never sleeps. Just like the monsters living in it, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. And unfortunately for my beautiful orchid, one of the monsters is her lover.

  My intention was never to harm her in any way… but her desire to run away from me once she knows the truth will inevitably bring her harm. Because she became mine the minute my eyes landed on her, and that’s when her fate was sealed.

  Giselle can’t do anything but be a monster’s lover, even if it will kill every part of her soul.

  Chapter Twelve

  New York, New York

  3 weeks later

  Giselle

  Humming in tune to the pop music blasting through the radio, I flip a pancake on the stove and dance a little to the beat of the song. The light breeze caresses my skin, and I laugh at the ticklish sensations while enjoying this amazing weather.

  Thank God Callum has an apartment where I can open the windows without being afraid of pollution or other dangerous things. The curtains are blowing in different directions while I sigh contentedly, adding another pancake to the pile on the plate.

  “Someone is in a good mood.” The husky voice instantly freezes me while electricity runs from the tips of my hair to my toes, alerting me to the all-male presence behind me.

  Half turning to him, I place my foot on my other one and wave at him with a spatula. “Good morning.”

  Callum being this hot in the morning is seriously a sin.

  He is wearing nothing but his black jeans that hang so low on his hipbones it gives me a perfect view of his six-pack along with all the tattoos. His hair is wet from taking a shower, and some droplets fall on the floor.

  Three weeks ago, did I really think one night with him would be enough to soothe my desire for him?

  After our first night together, we became inseparable. He won’t let me breathe without owning all my time, be it via phone or showing up during my work in Lachlan’s garden. He’s taken
me to dinners, museum shows, and some rare exhibitions of exotic flowers.

  During my time with him, we never speak about anything serious, yet it feels like a relationship in which I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. He’s accepted me with all my flaws, while I’ve dealt with his possessiveness that, thankfully, he knows how to control.

  We’ve mostly stayed at his place, with me occasionally sleeping at Isla’s, since most of my stuff is still there. Usually, it happens when Callum has to travel for business or handle a situation. He never elaborates what it is.

  All in all… these three weeks have been magical, and I equally fear and want him to put a label on this relationship, because with each day, I grow more attached to him and feel emotions no man has ever inspired, like I’m addicted to him with no cure in sight.

  Maybe that’s love?

  I point at the stove with a spatula. “You’ll have to clean up after breakfast though.”

  His brows rise, and he rests his shoulder on the doorjamb. “Really?”

  “Uhm.” I flip another pancake and turn off the stove, grabbing two plates on the way to the table. “But you can eat first.”

  “You are so generous.” Instead of sitting at the table, he walks around the counter and presses his chest to my back, his hands wrapping around my middle, and instantly the heat of his body surrounds me. “I wonder how I should repay you?” he whispers, biting my ear and then running his nose down my neck, nibbling on my shoulder while his fingers untie my bathrobe. “Maybe like this?” he asks, sliding his hand from my stomach to my core, the heel of his palm pressing on my clit, and a moan escapes me. It’s muffled with another groan when he fists my hair and brings me closer to him, biting on my neck. “Let’s skip breakfast after all.”

  I’m not sure how, but I find the will to resist his charms, even though it takes all my self- control. “I’m meeting Isla for a project today, so keep your hands to yourself.” I wiggle away from him and surprisingly he lets me. “Eat.”

  He looks around as if searching for something, and then picks up the strawberry syrup from the counter, shaking it in my direction.