by Tara Hart
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I remind him as I cast my eyes to the side shamefully.
He shakes his head. “No, this time it’s different, I promise you that. Just pretend for me.” He pauses, his fingers leave my body and I miss them. Oh, how I miss them.
“Pretend what?” I lick my lips as I wait for him to continue.
“Pretend this is the first time for both of us, because in my mind, this is the only time that matters.”
His words force me into action. I pull my top over my head and then unfasten my bra with one hand revealing my naked body to him.
He inhales, holding the air in his lungs for an awfully long time while his eyes drink me in. Despite everything, Callum wants me and that’s the biggest turn on.
He wraps his free arm around my middle and pulls me on top of him. My legs fall either side of his body, straddling him as his mouth lingers on my breasts. I feel his teeth graze my nipple, the feeling rippling through my body.
His free hand starts to knead my breasts as his tongue moves down my body and to my stomach. He reclines back on the bed, his hand grabbing mine. “Sit on me,” he says.
I cock my eyebrow. “I am sitting on you.”
His mouth moves into a crooked grin. “Sit on my face.”
My cheeks warm as his hand pulls me forward. “I don’t…”
He smiles, revealing his perfect set of teeth. “Sit on me,” he says again.
I’m reluctant, but I move anyway. I place my knees on either side of his head as my pussy meets his mouth.
His tongue flicks over my lips and the shock of it causes me to gasp.
“You okay?” He chuckles.
“Yes.” I’m more than okay.
Without warning his tongue licks me again, this time entering between my folds and flicking against my clit.
With his free hand, he brings his thumb to my pussy and presses into me, gently at first, but as his tongue continues lapping against my wetness his thumb works harder at kneading the spot I need him.
I start rocking my hips against his mouth as I feel myself coming close to letting go completely. My hand moves to his head, my fingers twisting through his hair, lightly pulling at his locks as his mouth eats me from side to side.
“Callum,” I moan, my eyes closed, my other hand moving to fondle my own breasts, something I would usually be too embarrassed to do in the presence of another.
His mouth continues to eat me, grinding against me as his tongue flicks against my clit, taking me close, so close to exploding.
“Oh, Callum,” I cry as my fingers twist in his hair, rocking his head back and forth, guiding him right where I need him. “Callum,” I cry again, this time as my body tightens and I submit to the most intense orgasm of my life.
I moan as his tongue finishes me off, lapping up everything I gave him.
My fingers loosen from his hair as my body comes down from the high. I open my eyes and look at him beneath me. I drop to Callum’s side, my arm falling over my face, covering my eyes as I feel the embarrassment begin to surface.
He rolls onto his side, his arm falling across my stomach.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.
“I’m just…” I start, my eyes clamped shut. “It’s just…”
His face comes close to mine. I can feel his warm breath on my neck.
“Are you embarrassed?” I can hear the smile in his voice, which makes me feel worse.
He grabs my arm, pulling it away from my face.
“Look at me.”
I shake my head.
“Leila, look at me.”
I peek one eye open and chance a look in his direction. He’s watching me, a smirk on his lips. He dips his head, kissing my lips, his tongue entering my mouth, moving against my tongue with such passion I think he may bruise my lips.
“Do you taste that?” he asks. “Do you taste yourself on my mouth, your come all over my lips? That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says. “You coming on my face as your hands explored your own body.”
I open both eyes and look at him.
“The sexiest thing ever,” he repeats, this time his face is serious.
I prop myself up by my elbows and cup his face with my hand, pulling his lips back to mine. Yes, I can taste it. I can taste my orgasm on his lips and it’s sexy as hell.
I kiss him harder as my hand reaches between us. I grab the length of his penis, wrapping my fingers around the base and pulling it against my hip.
He takes in a deep breath, the air whooshing between his teeth, his eyes creeping closed.
“Now, I will please you,” I say and I watch the anticipation spread across his face.
Chapter 35
Callum
I want her. I’ve never wanted to be with someone more in my life. Not even when I was a hormone-crazed teen. But as she kneels on the ground before me and takes my cock in her mouth, I can’t handle it. Something about the act seems so impersonal, as if our relationship is not ready for it.
I sit up on the bed and pull her onto my lap.
“Not tonight.”
She looks as though I just stabbed her in the heart, her lips turning into a frown.
“Not tonight,” she repeats the words as if she doesn’t understand them.
She stays seated sideways on my lap, her arm wrapping around my neck. I brush a few stray hairs from her face and tuck them behind her ear. I can feel her ass grazing against my cock, I want her so much and yet I need it to be slow, intimate, and so much more than just sex.
“I want to be inside of you,” I tell her, my thumb brushing against her cheek. “I want to bury myself inside of you as I look into your eyes.”
“Okay,” she says slowly, unsure of what I’m asking.
I kiss her lips again before reclining back on the bed. I lie on my side and gently sweep her body under me. With my left hand out of action it’s more difficult than it should be, but once I have her body where I want it I rock my hips back and forth, grazing my cock against her entrance.
She looks up at me, she trusts me, it’s written all over her face. She licks her lips as her fingers trace patterns on my biceps.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” I tell her.
She nods her head as her hands reach around my neck and she brings my lips to hers.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers against my lips. Her warm brown eyes meet mine, before her tongue enters my mouth, dancing with my own.
My head slowly delves inside her pussy. She’s wet and my shaft glides in easily enough. When I push in deeper, she takes in a sharp breath.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask, my lips still on hers.
She shakes her head no. She closes her eyes like she’s ready for this, as if she’s been waiting for it her whole life.
I push the rest of the way in, filling her completely. I feel her fingernails dig into the skin of my back.
“Is it too much?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Please, don’t stop.”
My lips crash against hers as I move my hips against her body, slowly at first, but as she deepens the kiss I begin to thrust into her with more force. A moan escapes her lips as I delve inside again, my cock slick from her wet pussy that I just ate moments ago.
“Callum,” she says into my mouth, her body flush against mine. “Callum, you feel so good inside of me.”
She read my mind. We fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle and as I thrust inside her again, I’m surprised by how close she has me. My body is just moments away from filling her with all of the lust that’s grown over the past few weeks, the build up of sexual tension that I can’t deny any longer. Being inside Leila, our bodies entwined in a sweaty, heaving mass, I feel like I’m finally where I should be.
As I climax, my whole body shaking, I look into her eyes and I feel like I’m in heaven, not hell.
Chapter 36
Leila
We w
ake up together, our bodies tangled in the sheets. When Callum finally opens his eyes, those pure blue eyes that make my heart beat a little faster, he smiles.
“Hey, you.” He traces a line over my cheek and down my neck, placing a gentle kiss on the crease of my brow.
“Morning,” I say, covering my face with the sheets.
I haven’t put any makeup on and I’m embarrassed for him to see me, even though the light flowing from the bedside lamp is dim.
“Don’t cover your face,” he teases. “You’re beautiful.”
Butterflies swarm my stomach. He thinks I’m beautiful. I tuck the comforter loosely under my chin and let my eyes linger on his face. He’s striking with his perfectly rounded nose, plump pink lips and light blue eyes. He’s possibly the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.
I hear the door unlock. It takes me a whole two seconds to tear my eyes away from his face and jump off the bed. I bring the comforter to cover my body, leaving Callum naked in all his glory.
He chuckles. “Thanks.” He gestures to his exposed manhood, which is semi-hard and my eyes widen from the sight of him.
I throw him a cushion and he uses it to cover himself.
When the maid descends the stairs and not Osborne, I breathe a sigh of relief.
She’s carrying a tray that holds our breakfast. She slowly approaches, her eyes cast downward as usual.
Callum has tried to talk with her every day, pleading with her to help us, begging her to remember him, but she hasn’t said a word. She hasn’t even acknowledged he exists, which hurts him.
Today she walks straight over to the bed where Callum is sitting, nothing covering his naked body but a small cushion. She hesitantly places the tray next to him.
Callum eyes the food and then looks up at the maid. “Thanks,” he says bleakly.
Instead of turning and walking away as she usually does, she points at the tray, gesturing for Callum to look at something.
His eyes narrow on her before he turns his attention to the tray of food. He moves some things around and then his eyes go wide. I move forward, but can’t see what has piqued his interest.
“Rosa,” he whispers. “Thank you.”
She presses a finger to her lips telling him not to speak again. Callum nods once as he watches her disappear out of sight.
I walk around the bed, the comforter still wrapped around my middle. “What is it?” I ask.
Then I see it. My mouth falls open. In place of our usual plastic cutlery is a long bone-handled knife. It’s not a kitchen knife. Its blade is much longer, the sharp tip glistening in the light.
I look to Callum and he offers me a smile. He thought the maid wasn’t hearing his pleas, but as it turns out, she was listening all along.
I take the bone handle in my hand. It’s cold to touch and the knife is heavier than I expected. I swallow roughly, an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“What now?” I ask.
Callum takes a piece of toast from the tray, downing it in two mouthfuls. He looks at me for a long, drawn out moment, the fight appearing in his eyes. “Now we wait.”
Chapter 37
Callum
Have you ever woken up and thought, today is the day I’m going to die? This morning that was the first thing to cross my mind and since then, I can’t shake that feeling.
I don’t hear him open the door or descend the stairs. He does so silently, his steps light and effortless, as if he’s gliding.
“Good morning.” He startles me, his gruff voice filling my ears before I see him.
He places his hands on his hips and walks over to Leila who is huddled at the top of the bed. “And good morning to you, sweetheart.”
He reaches out, his finger trailing down Leila’s cheek. Instinctively, I clench my fists, pulling against the rope as I try to get closer to him.
“You’re not going to touch her again,” I shout. “No fucking way.”
He laughs and it rumbles through his chest. “Callum, you think you have any say in what I do. You have none. You have no power over me.”
He takes one look at me before he reaches for the zip of his pants. He toys with the metal clasp, before slowly pulling it over the metal teeth. The sound grates on my nerves.
He looks at her, his hands on his hips, the air whistling out of his nose. “Blow me.”
Leila’s eyes go wide as she looks at me, begging me to save her.
I fight against the rope, the bed budges a little, but there’s not enough slack for me to reach them—to reach her.
“Don’t touch her,” I say again. My voice is strong, unwavering and I hold his gaze as if it’s a challenge. “Don’t even think about touching her.”
He stops unbuttoning his pants, his attention turning to me. He’s never been one to shy away from a challenge. He walks in my direction while Leila hurries behind him, heading for the sofa a safe distance away from us.
My father doesn’t notice. His gaze is fixed on my face, his eyes wild and his fists clenched at his sides. “Where do you get off telling me what to do?”
“Your limp dick will never go near her again.” I offer him a crooked grin. It’s like rubbing salt in the wound.
The veins protrude in his forehead. He’s angry. “What did you say, boy?”
“You heard me.”
I square my face with his. When we’re standing I’m an inch taller and two inches wider, but I only have one arm and I don’t know if I’m in any condition to fight.
“You don’t speak to me in that way, Callum.”
He stretches his fingers as if readying himself to punch me. That’s exactly what I want. I want him to lay into me and leave Leila the hell alone.
“I learned it from you, prick.”
I don’t see him raise his hand, the slap surprising me, the loud clap making Leila jump on the spot. It stings for a moment, but then I want more.
I laugh, the feeling finally coming back to my face. “That’s all you’ve got?” I challenge.
With my free hand I swing and punch him square in the jaw. He looks shocked for a moment, as if he never expected me to challenge him, but then he smiles. Spitting out a clot of blood he finally meets my eyes.
“Big mistake.”
“Oh yeah?” I hit him again, this time in the nose. Blood instantly trickles down his face. I think it’s broken, the bridge instantly tingeing purple.
His eyes lock with mine, the rage on his face intensifying with each second that ticks by. His jaw works overtime as he steps forward. He’s so close I can smell his blood.
“You are spoiled, you’ve always been spoiled,” he shouts, spittle shooting from his mouth and hitting my face.
“Yeah, I’m so spoiled,” I bite out sarcastically. “And I’m so lucky to have had a father like you.”
A look crosses his face, it’s not anger, but sadness that’s quickly replaced by the same look of rage that I’ve grown accustomed to seeing.
He grabs the collar of my shirt in one hand while he raises the other. I think he’s going to hit my face, but he surprises me.
Punch. He hits my stomach. Once. Twice. Three times.
The pain causes me to surge forward, keeling over in pain.
“Stop it,” I hear Leila shout from the other side of the room. “Stop hitting him.”
My father stops punching long enough to look at her.
“Your English is good enough now, you little whore.”
He strides over to her, reaching out he tugs on her hair hard. She flinches, her face turned away from him. He grabs her by the crook of the neck and forces her to look at him. “This whole time you could understand everything?”
She squeezes her eyes closed and shakes her head violently.
“Slut,” he bites out.
He pushes Leila forward, her knees hitting the concrete floor with a thud. I watch as she cradles her face in her hands, as if she knows what’s coming next.
“Don’t touch her,” I yell. “Leave her the
fuck alone.”
He laughs as he pushes Leila in the back, her body now splayed against the floor. He turns and walks in my direction.
“You really do have quite the temper on you when it comes to this girl.” He has an unsettling smirk on his lips that makes my stomach turn. “Don’t tell me you actually like her?” He chokes out the question.
I look at Leila’s face. She bites the corner of her lip as her gaze meets mine. She knows the truth. She knows how I feel no matter how long I’ve tried to deny it.
“You have a thing for your father’s sex toy?” He laughs. “I’m not sure what that says about you. It’s quite disgusting really, fucking your father’s sloppy seconds.”
My fists clench, my nails digging deep into my palms.
“Don’t kid yourself, Dad,” I say. “The only way you could ever get close to Leila is by raping her.”
He looks surprised. “Leila, you say?” His mouth lifts up at the side.
I shake my head. “You never even cared to ask her name.”
“Callum, she is mine. I bought the little whore years ago. Paid top dollar for her too.”
He paid for her. He bought her and he thought it was acceptable to rape her as he pleased. I fight against the rope, the fibers digging into my wrist with each tug of my arm. The post of the bed strains from the struggle, but the bind only tightens around my wrist. “Fuck,” I let out, causing Leila to flinch.
He bends down, grabbing my face roughly in his hand. “And who do you think introduced me to her—to the auctions?”
His eyes are dark, so much anger in their depths. “Your Italian in-laws that’s who. So in a way, this is your fault,” he seethes between clenched teeth. “This is all your fault.”
“Stop this insanity, Dad. I’m your son.” It’s my last attempt at finding some compassion within this man.
He licks his lips, blood merging with spit. “You were my son,” he bites out.
That’s when I know there is no reasoning with this man. Any remnants of the father I once knew are gone.
