Calliope's Master

by Melinda Barron

  He kissed her again, this one gentle and sweet. Calliope closed her eyes and relished the taste of him. Her body shook with need as he broke away. He took the edge of her sweater and gathered it in his hands. He inched it up her body, his gaze never leaving hers.

  When he got to her breasts, he inclined his head ever so slightly. “Lift.”

  She started to shake her head no, but the stern look he gave her changed her mind. She raised her arms, and he pulled her sweater over her head before tossing it behind him. Extreme passion softened his features, and he licked his lips before glancing up at her.

  “Front closure. Very thoughtful of you.” Her skin tingled as he grasped the hook and undid it. His fingers brushed over her breasts as he slid them to the straps before he pushed the material from her body.

  He stared at her for a few long moments, then took her hand and led her toward the kitchen door. She followed him through the dining room and into the small library he’d shown her yesterday.

  He let go of her hand and spread an afghan over the cushions of the oversize couch.

  “Lie down.” She obeyed him, putting her head on the cushy arm of the sofa.

  “So obedient,” he said. He leaned over and traced his finger over her forehead. Then he stood and pulled his shirt over his head. She heard fabric ripping, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He tossed it aside before he quickly undid his jeans. When the zipper came down, he groaned in relief.

  Seconds later, he was naked. He ran his hand over his length, and Calliope couldn’t help but stare. He was slightly shorter than Henry, but thicker. He ran his hand over the head of his cock, and she smiled up at him, praying he understood that she definitely liked what she saw.

  He fell to his knees and buried his head between her breasts. Calliope murmured in bliss as he licked her, sliding his tongue between the two. He went down the line of her cleavage, and she shivered.

  “So good.” She lifted up as he captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard. He nibbled on the end of it, and she grasped the soft covering she lay on. He moved his mouth over her, lavishing attention on first one nipple, then the other.

  She shook her head from side to side as her need built. When he put his lips near her ears and whispered, “I can’t wait to bind your breasts,” Calliope wanted to scream at him to Do it now!

  He stood, and she wanted to scream for a totally different reason; until she saw him pick up his jeans and pull out a small packet. He tore it open and sheathed himself, then put one knee between her spread legs.

  She wriggled her hips around to give him better access, then whimpered as he placed himself at her opening.

  “Say it again.” He had one hand on the back of the couch; he used the other one to caress her cheek. “Look at me and say it again. I want you to watch as I slide inside you. I want you to know it’s me.”

  “Silas. Fuck me.” She threw back her head and cried out as he entered her. There was pain—sharp and stinging—that reinforced how long it had been since she’d had a dick. He stroked her hip, his lips right against hers. It almost felt as if she were a virgin again.

  “Shush, relax.” He kissed her gently. She could feel him throbbing inside her, and she knew he must have been fighting hard not to slam into her. She closed her eyes and willed her muscles to relax. She felt him inch into her as she opened wider. It had been so long since she’d used those muscles.

  He gently worked himself into her, then gazed down. “So beautiful,” he whispered, and then he grasped her hips and started to move. Calliope held tight to his shoulders as he rode her, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

  The sofa shook under them, and she worried about it breaking in two. But Silas didn’t seem to have any worries. He pounded into her, his thrusts hard and steady. Her clit throbbed under the sweet assault, and when he clasped her legs and moved them up, overwhelming need surged through her.

  His cock slammed into her, and she shook as a second orgasm crashed through her. She cried out, holding Silas’ sweaty body close as she felt his hips jerk. She knew he was emptying himself inside her, and when he collapsed on top of her, she caressed his back, her body shaking with bliss even as her mind wondered what the hell she’d just done.

  Chapter 6

  Her Master had called her his little slut, and right now it was more than a nickname. How could she have allowed Silas to fuck her? And how could she have enjoyed every hot second of it?

  What the fuck was wrong with her? How could she be so disloyal to a man who had given her everything? Hot tears stung her eyes, and she squeezed them shut. She shuddered, half in pleasure, half in shock, when Silas’ lips traced a path down her neck. He captured a nipple and sucked it, hard, his teeth grazing over it before he pulled it up and released it. The sweet pain made her body shake, and it made her want more.

  He kissed the nipple before sucking it back in his mouth. This time the bite was harder.

  “Yes!” It felt so fucking good.

  Whore. Opening your legs for him the first time he offers. You truly are a slut.

  “Perfect,” he said. She gazed down to where he looked up at her. “How come your nipples aren’t pierced?”

  “They’re very sensitive and… well…”

  “You like to feel the pain in your nipples? I bet it shoots straight to your clit.”

  She nodded.

  “Good information to have. I have some wonderful clamps that you’re going to love.” He concentrated on her breasts. He pushed them together, and his tongue, lips and teeth went to work. He sucked, licked and bit until Calliope thought she would come again.

  He had moved his leg between her legs, and she pushed against him, humping it as he lavished attention on her breasts. His hard thigh rubbed her clit, and she rode him as hard as she could, moving her hips rapidly.

  Whore!

  Slut!

  Unfaithful!

  “Fuck yes!”

  She came as he bit down hard on a nipple. She ran her nails across his back as the pain and the pleasure mixed to rip through her.

  Whore.

  Slut.

  “Get off me!”

  “Calliope!”

  “Get off me!” She pounded her fists against his back. The tears she’d barely held in place spilled over. She bucked against him, trying to get away. But Silas was too fast. He grasped her wrists and held her down.

  “Stop it!”

  “No! I can’t—”

  “You can, and you will. Lie still, right now.”

  “Please let me go.” She tried to free her wrists, jerking them as hard as she could, but Silas held tight.

  “If I let you go, you’ll never come back,” he said in an amazingly gentle voice. “Your body needs this, and your mind needs it too. You just won’t let yourself realize it. You need to allow yourself pleasure.”

  She knew he was right, but no one except Henry had been inside her pussy. But he’s dead, an inner voice whispered. Remember what he said to you. “Don’t die along with me.”

  God, what was happening to her? How could she do this? Just because it felt good, physically, didn’t mean it was right. She lifted her hand to her brow, staring at it in confusion. When had Silas let it go?

  She jerked her head toward him. He was applying a fresh condom to his hard cock. Had he come? She was pretty sure he had, but she had no idea how long he’d played with her breasts. All she’d known was that it felt fucking fantastic. Her nipples still throbbed from the biting, sucking and pulling. Obviously, he’d had enough time to harden again, which meant he planned to fuck her again.

  “Please, Silas, let me go. This was wrong.”

  “No, it wasn’t.” He pushed inside her, and she tried to capture the groan of pleasure that escaped her throat. “You like it. Tell me, Calliope, do you like to take it up the ass?”

  His crude question thrilled her. “Yes.”

  “Should I do it now?” He thrust harder. “No, not yet. I’ll save that sweet asshole for l
ater, after I’ve whipped your bottom, and it’s nice and red, with pretty, raw welts for me to massage while I fuck you. But maybe I should have you get down on all fours, mount you from behind like a dog claims his bitch. I can go really deep that way, fuck you hard.”

  “Can’t… can’t…” He was thrusting harder and an orgasm, one she knew would border on pain, built. He gave her several hard thrusts; then he stood and stroked his cock. He pointed to the floor.

  “All fours.”

  The command sent a thrill through her. It had been so long since anyone had been forceful with her, and she needed it—needed it so much.

  “Right now, Calliope.”

  Her body shook as she followed his command. He got down behind her, grabbed her hips and shoved into her immediately. His thumb pushed against her asshole, increasing the pressure building inside her.

  He grasped her hair and pulled. Calliope’s head went back, and he tugged harder, then let her go. Her arms gave way, and her upper body fell, her aching nipples rubbing against the carpet as he thrust harder. “Oh fuck, please, no more. Enough, please.”

  He clasped her hair again and tugged. Calliope whimpered as his thrusting stopped. “Who decides when it’s enough?”

  “You do.” God, why did she say that? Her mind was now rebelling too?

  “That’s right.” He started to pummel her again. Calliope wondered if she would die from this climax, which pulsed inside her as if it were a ticking bomb. His thrusts intensified and when her orgasm finally erupted, she screamed. Her throat felt raw as the sound left her body. She collapsed on the carpet, shaking.

  It took her a few moments to realize Silas was no longer inside her. She lifted her head and watched him lean down to swoop something off the carpet; then he disappeared through the doorway. Seconds later he was back.

  He sat down with his back against the soft cushions. “Come to me.”

  She shook her head, and he ran his hand up her calf. “Do not argue with me. Come here. Now.”

  This was what she needed, she knew, someone who would be forceful with her, who would not put up with her whimpering and her “I can’t do that,” comments. Justin had been afraid to hurt her.

  Silas knew she needed it hard; she needed to feel the pain.

  “Get over here.”

  She got up on her knees and ran a trembling hand over her hair. Silas pointed to the spot between his spread legs. “Right here.”

  Calliope crawled to him. She gazed up at his face, relishing the look of approval that spread over his features. When she was between his legs, he gathered her in his arms and pulled her against his sweat-glistened skin. His arms felt like braids of rope that kept her tethered to the earth.

  “Calliope Ingalls, I claim you.” He kissed the top of her head. “Do you understand?”

  She nodded. He tugged on her hair, moving her head so she could look up at him.

  “That’s not good enough. Answer me.”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “Good.” He kissed her forehead before brushing his lips against hers. “No more I can’ts, do you understand?”

  “I can’t promise you that…”

  “Each time you say, ‘I can’t’, you will be punished. I know you like pain, so I’ll find something you don’t like. I’m going to teach you to see the sun again, until it burns both our faces.”

  “The rice is a little dry.”

  Calliope ran her fork through the seasoned grains that Silas had just disparaged. Her mind wasn’t really on the food.

  “I think you distracted me for too long, and I overcooked it.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered.

  “I’m not.” He poked his fork into his chicken. “We can raid the refrigerator for something else, or we can spend the time transferring your things up to the house.”

  “I don’t think I can…” She clamped her lips shut. Oh crap, she’d screwed up already.

  “Since that’s your first slipup, I’ll let it slide, this time. Don’t let it happen again.” Silas took a bite of his chicken and chewed. “This isn’t too bad. Tell me, what did the photos you took last night show? Any ghostly visitors near the town?”

  “I didn’t download them,” she said. She attempted to take a bite of food, but her stomach protested the idea. She was a bundle of nerves right now. “I was too busy looking over what’s been taken already. It looks like the two you had before did a very thorough job. Why didn’t they work out?”

  “Differences of opinion. Neither of them really saw the beauty of the place. It was just a way to make money. I thought their photographs were flat.”

  “So, you want someone you can control behind the camera?” That idea pissed her off. Control in the bedroom was one thing, creative control over her photography was another.

  “Not at all.” He took a sip from the wine he’d found in the refrigerator. “I want someone who will talk to me about what they’re doing. They both thought the only time I should have input was at the end. I don’t expect a ‘do this because I say so’ working relationship. I want a ‘let me talk to you about an idea I had’ type one. When you’re working, our personal relationship stays out of it.”

  “Do you really mean that?” She hoped the question didn’t piss him off, but she really wanted to know the answer.

  “Okay, here’s what happened with the last photographer.” He put down his fork. “I told her, yes, it was a her, that I liked the light coming in through the church windows in the morning. I thought it would make a beautiful photo for the Web site. She told me the colors would fade out on the Web site, and you wouldn’t be able to see any of the light. Then she refused to take the shot because it would be ‘a waste of my time.’ I would have been okay with her saying no, if she hadn’t added, ‘I’m the photographer, and I’ll take what I want with no suggestions, okay?’ That really pissed me off.”

  “I could see that.” She continued to rake her fork through her rice.

  “Not hungry? Or is my cooking really that bad?”

  Calliope mulled over an answer.

  “I’m a little freaked out. Henry loved to watch me suck cock, but he never let anybody fuck me, so his was the only dick I felt inside me, down there. And now you’re saying you want me to sleep with you, in your bed. I’d rather stay in my own.”

  The look on his face was unreadable for a few moments, and then he shook his head. “I’m sorry, but no.”

  “We said tonight was just about sex.”

  “And then I claimed you, and you said yes.” He held up his hand to stop her from speaking. She clamped her mouth shut.

  “This might be moving fast for you, but if I allow it to linger you’ll go back in your shell, and that would be taking one step forward and three steps back, so to speak. You’d go to bed tonight and think about how horrible it was that you came, and came, and came, and it wasn’t Henry fucking you.”

  Calliope flushed and looked away. Damn the bastard for reading her so well.

  “In the morning when we wake up, I want you to feel my morning hard-on pressed against your ass. I want you to remember the sex we had, to think about what’s going to happen next.”

  Her skin heated even more. Why hadn’t she thought that far ahead, about having sex in the morning, and the afternoon, and tomorrow night?

  “If you’re not going to eat, let’s download the photos you took last night, see if there’s anything on the prints.”

  “What about cleaning the kitchen?” She smiled shyly. “Nella was right about there being a royal mess when you cook.”

  “True.” He stood and picked up her plate. “But that’s what dishwashers are for. I’ll load it in the morning.”

  “The roaster will be crusty by then, and so will the plates. Not to mention leaving out all that food to attract mice.”

  “Something for which Sebastian will love me.” He put down the plates and took her hand and led her toward the kitchen doorway. “He’s fat and lazy. Finding a mouse in here will ma
ke his day.”

  “And piss off a health inspector who shows up to make sure your hotel kitchen is up to snuff.” She gave his arm a little tug. “It’ll only take a few minutes.”

  He stopped in the doorway, and for a minute she thought he was going to say no. Then he grinned. “You and Nella are a lot alike. I guess you’re right about attracting mice out here in the country, even if Sebastian could catch them. It’s not a good idea. I’ll clean. You go and upload the photos.”

  Calliope shook her head. “No, I didn’t mean that. I’ll clean.”

  “Not your job,” he said. He walked past her and smacked her bottom. Calliope jumped, and hot need shot through her. The desire to bend over and bare her ass raced through her and shocked her to her very core. Why hadn’t she felt this with Justin?

  Because he hadn’t just fucked you senseless, you twit.

  “Go do the photos. I’ll be up in a minute.”

  “But I can’t leave you to…” She pursed her lips together.

  “What did I say about can’t?”

  “You didn’t want to hear it?”

  “That’s right.” He stepped in front of her and ran his fingers through her hair. “If you can go twenty-four hours without saying ‘I can’t’, I’ll give you a good, hard whipping, but not before then. That should be incentive enough for you.”

  Calliope swallowed hard and tried to form a decent response, one that would say that while she wanted to be spanked, she was pretty sure she would freak out. Again. Instead, she just murmured, “Okay.”

  “Good.” He turned her toward the door before he put one finger between her shoulder blades and pushed gently. “Go do my pictures.”

  She took the elevator to the third floor. After she got off, she made a quick stop in her room to get the camera and the key he’d given her to the walkway and to his house. The breezeway seemed long and dark without him walking with her.

  Get used to it. This is where you’re staying now. The front door unlocked with a sharp click that echoed behind her. She hurried through and shut the door quickly. The light switch was to the right, and it illuminated the large room. She found the computer room easily enough.