by C. M. Albert
“Besides an erection?” he teased.
“Why do you come here, though?” she pressed. “You hardly seem like you’d need to.”
“Nor do you, Mistress. Yet here we are.” Callum stopped what he was doing and stood in front of Vironica, lifting her chin.
Her whole body was shaking with raw desire, but she found her voice. “I never said you could stand.”
“Then punish me,” he growled.
“Is that why you’re here? Do you like being tortured?”
Callum chuckled. “It’s hardly torture to be fucked by such an exquisite woman,” he said, lifting her pearls. He wrapped them around his fist and yanked her to him. “What can I say? I like a bossy woman who knows what she wants. That’s why I’m here. It turns me on to see a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.” Callum reached out with his other hand and trailed his fingers softly over the tops of her breasts. “Do you know what you want, Mistress? Why are you here?”
Her chest was pounding so loud she was afraid he could see her fear in her eyes. Or worse, her wanton pleasure.
“I’m here for connection. For passion. Something that’s missing in my otherwise normal life.”
“I think we all are,” he admitted. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here.”
He leaned over, taking her mouth in his. His lips were hard, commanding. But his tongue was surprisingly gentle as it pressed forward, demanding its way into her mouth and battling her will with its heat. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded between nips of her mouth, her jaw, her neck.
“I want to get filthy with you. I’ve never really talked dirty with a man before. It—” She stopped, unable to voice her needs. Fuck! If she couldn’t even say this, how in the world was she ever going to control this man? That’s what she really wanted, after all. To drop her airs, the persona she’d spent the last twenty-plus years building, and release the passion that was burning her alive most days since her time here with Asher.
“It what, Mistress?” He grabbed her chin, yanking it up. “Tell me what you want me to do to that tight, little, high-class body of yours.”
His eyes were dark, stormy. She recognized a challenge when she heard it. She leaned over, her breath hot and close to his ear. “I want to get filthy dirty with you, Callum. But you will obey me in here. And so far, you’ve been very insubordinate. So I will start with your punishment, and then you will bury your face between my legs and eat my pussy until I come all over that sweet, thick tongue of yours. Are we clear?”
Vironica was trembling from passion and a new sense of confidence. She ran her long nails down his back, scratching him so hard she knew he’d have marks there tomorrow. The thought made her wet.
“Turn around,” she commanded. As he did, she reached down, grabbing the first thing she needed. She clipped a leather-and-metal chain onto Callum’s collar and yanked it, hard. “Walk to the bedroom, and do not look at me unless I say you may.”
Callum squared his shoulders, muscles rippling along his back. But he walked forward, all while Vironica tugged against the chain, making sure he felt the tension. When they got to the room, Callum stopped at the foot of the bed. “Mistress?”
“Lay down on the bed, on your back,” she said, unclipping the chain and letting it clatter to the white tiled floor. “I want your knees over the edge.”
Callum did as he was told. Vironica lifted the string of pearls over her head, running them through her fingers, bead by bead. She walked over to where Callum lay and knelt down.
She trailed the beads over his large shaft, letting cool meet warmth. “You may watch as I do this, but you may not speak,” she said. Callum lifted his head, watching as she circled the beads around the base of his cock until they were firmly in place. His cock bulged with the increased blood restriction. She stood, walking slowly back to the living room to get her riding crop, returning even slower to draw out his pain—and his pleasure.
She stood in front of Callum, her insides wet with power. Callum’s jaw was hard, pulsing, as he looked down at the pearls circling him. She could see the raw passion in his eyes and knew that it turned him on, even while it was delightfully painful. Vironica lifted her riding crop and brought it down with a loud thwap against his inner thigh, close to the base of his cock. “That was for standing when I didn’t say you could.” Thwap. “That was for asking me questions that were not yours to know.” Thwap. “And that was for kissing me without my permission.”
“Yes, but you loved it, Mistress. I bet your panties are dripping with your desire for me. Bring your pussy up to my mouth. You wanted filthy. I’ll show you filthy,” he promised.
Vironica dropped the riding crop, removing one boot at a time. She slid her tight leather pants down her trim legs, revealing herself to Callum.
“Do you want to know the real reason I come here, Mistress,” he asked. “The naked truth of what drives me?”
Vironica climbed onto the bed, sliding her wet center over his body as she straddled his chest, looking down at him. She nodded. “You may tell me,” she said, reaching her hand back and cupping his balls as he spoke, rolling them in her small, soft hands. Their warmth soothed her, filled her with a desire to suck them, have him inside of her mouth.
“I’m just an average man. I work hard for a living and earn every penny I make the hard way—on the streets, risking my life every day.” He gripped her outer thighs, squeezing so hard she knew his fingers would be a visual memory on her legs in the morning. “The adrenaline is something I can replicate in here. Fight or flight. Sometimes I’m the aggressor, and sometimes I like to be dominated by a sexy-as-fuck woman of wealth. I couldn’t have you otherwise; but in here”—he yanked her in one swift movement until she hovered over his mouth—“I know you will come for me. And there’s nothing sexier than that.”
He drove his face into her hot, wet opening, her thighs shaking on each side of his head as he lashed his tongue out, dividing her center folds. His tongue was thick, hot, demanding as he ran it back and forth along her slit. “Ride my face,” he growled.
Vironica slid her center over his mouth, pushing down against his nose and letting it rub her sensitive nub. She rolled her hips above him as he licked her, loving the hard grasp of his fingers and the soft lap of his tongue.
“I need your fingers inside of me, Callum,” she said.
“If you’re going to get filthy with me, Mistress, get filthy,” he sneered, pulling his mouth back. “Do you want me to drive my thick fingers up inside your hot, tight pussy, until I slam them against your G-spot and make you come all over them? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “Fuck me with your fingers, Callum.”
He flipped her over like she weighed nothing. She was on her back looking up at him before she knew what had even happened. He spread her legs wide apart, eyeing her hot center. A lascivious smile spread across his face. “Natural,” he murmured, looking at her strawberry blond curls. “Damn, that’s hot.”
He leaned over her, taking her mouth in his and owning it. “Sorry, I can’t help myself. Guess you’ll have to punish me again later,” he teased as he drove two thick fingers all the way inside of her until she cried out his name.
Vironica clenched around him, her eyes rolling back as he massaged his way around her tight pussy with his fingers. Callum bent his head, his tongue commanding hers, in step with every stroke of his fingers below. Vironica screamed again when he bottomed her out, then bent his fingers and rubbed. “Oh, you like that, do you? I can feel your sweet juices flowing all over my fingers,” he said, licking his way down Vironica’s neck. “What shall I do now, Mistress?” he asked, his tongue finding her belly button and making love to it gently, torturously slow.
Vironica gasped at the sensitive place she never knew she had. Callum looked up and grinned. “Didn’t know this was an erogenous zone, did you?” he asked. “What do you want, Mistress?”
“Lick me again. I want your hea
d between my legs. I want you to taste me and have my scent all over your mouth, your chin, your lips.”
A cocky smirk spread across Callum’s face. He winked as he yanked Vironica to the edge of the bed so he could kneel on the floor in front of her. He dove between her legs again, licking up one side and down the other, lapping at her sweet center until she soared over the edge, her orgasm wracking her body.
Callum stood, his face slick with the evidence of Vironica’s pleasure. “My God, you even taste expensive,” he said.
Vironica laughed, sitting up. “Come here,” she ordered. She gently unwound the pearls from his cock as he stood in front of her. “Turn around.”
Callum did as he was told. Vironica cupped his hard ass in her small hands, massaging the round flesh of his cheeks. She leaned over and bit one side, hard, leaving teeth marks. His ass flexed from the pain, but he said nothing. She leaned over and bit the other cheek with equal force. She’d wanted to do that since the moment he’d walked in.
She stood up, wrapping her arms around him from behind so she could take his cock in her hands. He leaned his back against her, allowing her a place to rest her cheek. She pressed the side of her face against his strong muscles as she explored the length and girth of him with her fingers.
“Your fingers are so small and delicate,” he said. “I love how soft they are against my skin.”
“What else would feel good against your skin, Callum?”
“This is about what you want, Mistress.”
“Oh, I want it. I just want to hear you beg for it first.”
He turned around and faced her, looming over her now that she was no longer in her heeled boots. He lifted her breast free from her corseted top, kneading it with his large hand. “God you’re fucking beautiful,” he said. He leaned forward, taking her nipple in his mouth and gently teasing it with his teeth. “If this were my role play, I’d have these squeezed hard inside a set of clamps and strung up to a pole,” he growled. “You would be the one begging.”
Vironica’s stomach tightened from the shock of the image he’d created for her, along with the lust she didn’t know she had for such play.
Callum slowly unlaced her corset, letting it fall to the ground so that Vironica was completely exposed in front of him. It hadn’t shaken her with Asher, but for reasons she couldn’t name, she felt as if Callum could see deep inside of her, where all her dirty secrets slept.
“There’s so much kink inside of you, Vironica, that needs to be freed. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body moves beneath mine.” He peeled off her gloves one by one. “Suck me,” he growled.
“Fuck my mouth,” she countered. “I make the rules. You come to me.”
Callum nodded, appreciating her command. He sat her on the edge of the bed and lifted one of his feet to the soft mattress. His thick hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking it as he lifted it to her mouth.
Vironica slowly licked her lips as she stared at the tip of his penis. She flicked her tongue out, catching a drop of him on her taste buds. He was sweetness mixed with a heady, earthy taste. She wasted no time taking him in, wrapping her tongue around his shaft and licking the veins that pulsed with heat for her. She tried to take him all the way in, but couldn’t. He was just too long.
“I want you to fuck my throat,” she breathed out. “Just like you want to fuck me.”
“You couldn’t handle it if I truly fucked your face, Mistress,” Callum warned, thrusting forward and giving her only as much as she could handle. She loved the way he palmed the back of her head, thrusting his hips with the foot he’d placed on the bed for leverage. She cupped his sac, rubbing him as she rolled her tongue around his length—greedy. Wishing he wasn’t right and she could take him in farther.
He yanked her off him, pulling her up gently by the waist. Turning her, he pressed his palm flat against her back so she was forced to bend over. “You like to be dominated, too, don’t you, Mistress?” he breathed, rubbing her backside in slow, appreciative circles.
Vironica could hardly breathe, she was so off-kilter from his sudden aggression. But she liked it. It left her panting, wondering. He didn’t wait for her to answer; he slid slowly inside of her, letting her expand to the width of him before pressing all the way back. She gasped, gripping the white duvet in her hands and biting her lip, afraid she would scream and not be able to stop.
“Let it out,” he said, pulling back and slamming into her.
She gripped the blanket harder, pushing her backside toward him, inviting him in again and again. He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, setting a pace so frantic Vironica had no choice but to scream out his name as he fucked her.
“Oh God, Callum. Yes!”
“What do you want, Mistress?” he asked between gritted teeth. “Do you want it fast? Or do you like it slow . . . deep?” He slowed his pace, giving her only a few long, hard thrusts.
“Both,” she panted, her body slick with perspiration. She felt Callum run his fingers along her back, then heard as he placed them to his mouth, sucking her sweat off. “But I want it hard, fast. I want to feel you explode inside of me, Callum.”
It was all he needed. He leaned over, grabbing her breasts as he pushed inside of her. He licked her neck, her shoulders, her back before rising up and taking her hair in his fist once more. And he gave her exactly what she wanted, at a pace that left Vironica dizzy, seeing stars behind closed lids.
She fell forward into the covers, biting the material as he pounded into her. “God, yes!” she called out, letting him ravage her. She was spent, exhausted, her legs shaking by the time he finally bellowed out, thrusting deep and hard one last time before his warmth spread out, filling her.
She took a few deep breaths, her body appreciatively tired. “You may go kneel where you were when you first came in,” Vironica said, surprising herself. She turned around, tracing her fingers gently around the collar that still gripped his thick neck. The black leather against his tan skin sent shivers down her body, but she knew she was too tired for a round two with Callum. Her insides were throbbing and swollen.
She put her pearls back on and walked, otherwise naked, over to the shower. She could see Callum kneeling on the carpet in the entryway from where she stood beneath the warm, pulsing spray of the rainfall showerhead. Side jets massaged her tired muscles up and down her body as she sighed in gratitude.
Callum had both awakened and startled her deepest passions, some she didn’t even know she was harboring. She’d been playing dead for far too long after her husband passed. She’d been afraid to live fully, to take all that she really wanted . . . and needed, she now realized. Passion was more a part of Vironica than she’d realized.
She toweled off, wrapping herself in a thick, warm bathrobe with WR monogrammed on the breast. The room had certainly changed her over the past several months. And she was suddenly hot for more.
She sat across from Callum in a square, oversized chair. The white leather was cool against the back of her legs. “I get why you like to come here,” she whispered. “It’s to forget yourself. To be the man you really are inside, the one you have to hide from the rest of the world,” she said.
Callum’s head snapped up, his blue eyes piercing hers.
“Out there, you have to be hard twenty-four seven for your job, am I right?” she asked, searching his eyes. When he nodded, she pressed on. “In here, you can be as hard or as soft as you need to be. As you want to be,” she acknowledged.
“Mistress—”
The bell chimed, signaling their time was over. Regret filled Callum’s eyes, and Vironica wished she could give him the softness he seemed to need to balance out the unrelenting fire. But their time together was over.
She stood, waving her hand to indicate he could rise too. “Next time, Callum, promise me you’ll let someone make love to you. Even if for just a little while. Let your guard down and just be Callum. Accept and give whatever passion you truly desire.”
Callum tipped her chin, searching her eyes. He kissed her forehead, slowly running his hand down her wet hair. “This was exactly what I needed today, Mistress. You were exactly who I needed. But next time, I’ll find a way to slow down, no games. You have my word. Now, will you give me yours?”
His eyes were sparkling, dangerous.
Vironica swallowed hard, butterflies swarming her stomach as he leaned forward and grabbed her ass, pulling her body toward his.
“There is so much heat in you that you haven’t even discovered yet. Your body was made to be worshiped, to be fucked in every way possible. Find someone safe to explore that with. In or out of the White Room. Your desires deserve to be unleashed, your fears to be conquered,” he said, letting her go. Without another word, Callum turned and walked out of the room with nothing on but the collar he’d come in wearing.
She appreciated the view on his way out, laughing when she saw twin bite marks already swelling with redness on both sides of his butt. Callum had lit something deep and primal within her today. She thought about what he’d said, her body tingling at all the ways she wanted to be taken, and all the ways she wanted to possess someone else in the White Room.
Vironica was grateful for the protection, for the rules in place. Even though she’d let her walls down enough to both give and receive more adventurous pleasure today, she wasn’t ready to let them down completely outside the safety of these walls just yet.
No attachments.
That was her reason for coming to the White Room. Vironica smiled as she walked out of the suite, leaving everything behind except her trusty riding crop.
She had a feeling she’d be needing that again soon.
8
Arianna
ARIANNA WELLS WAS not allowed in the White Room, according to her father and five overbearing brothers. Except she found out about it while snooping through her father’s paperwork one afternoon. Arianna was the youngest of the Wells siblings, and as the only daughter of Anton and Miranda Wells, she was expected to toe the line and never appear as anything other than a proper daughter and one-sixth heir to the Wells fortune.
