by Eden Bradley
Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to drop to her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything – her body, her mind, her soul. But could he give it back to her?
Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she couldn’t handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left and never looked back, too scared she’d cave if she remembered the absolute way he’d possessed her. Jack hadn’t loved her, but had put her under his spell nonetheless. The way he dominated her was intoxicating and addictive, but she’d needed more.
Callie’s lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes darkened as they seemingly burned right to the heart of her.
“I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time she’d have him. Jack had demanded all of her; it was time for her to do the same.
“Are you collared?”
“No.”
“Seeing anyone?”
She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.
“No. Answer me, Callie—are you seeing anyone?”
“No.”
Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss—there never had been. This kiss was one of ownership and Jack was completely in control. Pressing in farther, Jack molded his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.
Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. Jack let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head, deepening the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.
After long moments, he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Urging her into a bedroom, he then kicked the door shut and Callie gasped as it shook on its hinges. She whirled to face him, but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t been in a D/s relationship with anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.
“My beauty, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”
Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.
“I want to hear the words. I want you to be sure.”
“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.
“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, licking her lips again.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”
“Yes, Sir, the same.”
Jack stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this—she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Yes, she’d run at the sight of him, but now she wanted to show Jack she was a different person. A stronger person.
Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. Jack let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.
Callie had never wanted easy. Jack’s domination of her was never their problem. But she was leaving after the holidays, and now was a good time to enjoy that side of their relationship. If he finally admitted his feelings for her – feelings she knew were still there, even better. Even Jack couldn’t lie with his eyes. They showed her all the emotions he refused to name.
He pulled his still-hard cock from her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”
Callie drew back enough to answer. “Through the first of the year.”
She looked up in time to see him smile and her breath caught. Callie was sure if she ever told Jack how his face transformed when he smiled he would laugh, but it was true and one of many reasons she’d fallen in love with him.
“Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” Jack thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. Callie was definitely out of practice. He plunged both hands into her hair, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. Jack had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him—reinforcing his power by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.
“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.
“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”
“Lora doesn’t judge.”
“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” To get the angle he wanted, he went up on tiptoe and tilted her head just so, then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, beauty. You’re going to swallow it—every drop, like the gift it is.”
A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming, straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.
Someone seeing this from the outside might think she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been three years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be. She just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile calm she’d discovered tonight.
He briefly stroked the side of her face and then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.”
Standing, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her.
“Still jotting notes.”
“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.
He brought it to his full lips and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last long look at her, he left the room.
Sinking onto the bed, Callie touched the tips of her fingers to her own lips. Once the initial shock of seeing Jack had worn off, she’d become determined to show him she could be what he needed, that she was a stronger person and could deal with his darker sides. Undoubtedly Jack thought he’d just scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
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TWO
Jack stayed at the party, even though Callie had left shortly after their interlude. He tried not to be disappointed. Instead he focused on the anticipation of seeing her again. The moment he’d recognized her tonight, all the hurt and anger he’d harbored since she’d left, but also a sheer want
and a reckless need of her had washed over him like a wave, pulling him into her undercurrent. He’d chased her all the way to the door, knowing if he let her go, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.
When she’d taken off so abruptly three years ago, without so much as a forwarding address, he’d been devastated. It was almost funny—here he was, an experienced Dom who was known for his control, and he’d totally lost it. Hell, he’d lost everything. In fact, he’d been such a mess he’d been lucky to hold on to his teaching position while he spiraled out of control.
In those dark days following her departure, he’d called in sick to work and lay on the couch in his house, drinking. Even then, in the midst of his devastation, he’d known what a cliché he was—separating himself from the world to drown his problems in whiskey. But he’d also finally understood why it was a cliché. Drinking himself into oblivion was the only way to deal with that level of pain.
On the heels of that sobering thought, he said good night to the host and hostess and went home. Upon awakening the next morning, his first thought was, why had Callie agreed to sub to him? Jack knew damn well he shouldn’t have made it in the first place—he was still too dark for someone with her light. He’d only ruin her like he’d done the first time. If it had been so bad she’d vanished without a trace, how could he expect things to be different now? Still, he couldn’t give her up. He just couldn’t.
Even though Jack had been a teaching assistant in the senior lit class Callie was taking, he hadn’t been so much older that they hadn’t socialized. That was how they’d gotten together in the first place: he and the other teaching assistants had joined the students for drinks to celebrate the end of another hellish semester. By the end of the night, he and Callie had walked out together, ostensibly so he could see her to her car. Some gentleman he’d been, though—he’d ended up fucking Callie in the back seat.
Coming back to the present, Jack stared at the slip of paper with her cell number. He couldn’t wait to see her again. Already his cock ached to find its home in her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Jack knew damn well he should leave her alone, he should let her live her life free of him and his all-consuming need to possess her, but he was too selfish to let her go. He craved her submission more than he was comfortable admitting even to himself. She had to be really on board this time, though. He would make sure of it.
After glancing at the clock to make sure it was an acceptable time to call, he picked up the phone. When she answered, he said, “I want to see you. What are you doing right now?”
She chuckled. “Not very patient, are you?”
“No. Not when it comes to you.”
Why did I just admit that? I’m gonna scare her.
“Well, um, I can come see you for a few hours. I’m having dinner with my sister tonight, but that’s not until seven.”
“Good. I’ll see you soon, then.”
Hanging up, Jack then looked around his house. It was cluttered, but she would expect that. He darted into his seldom-used playroom and frowned. After grabbing a rag, he wet it in the sink in the kitchen and dusted everything. It wouldn’t do to advertise how long it had been since he’d last played. Satisfied, he threw the rag in the wash and went back to survey his toys. Jack believed wholeheartedly in the mantra of BDSM; safe, sane, and consensual, and he had a responsibility to make sure anything they used was in good repair. He wouldn’t truly harm her for anything—he’d die first.
He jumped when the doorbell rang. It was all he could do not to rub his hands together in eagerness as he opened the door. Jack’s cock jerked at the sight of her. She smiled, though it was a bit tentative, her eyes cast downward.
The part of him that wanted to keep her guessing, keep her on her toes, warred with another part that wanted to reassure her that he could control his baser urges. She didn’t deserve to be dragged into the abyss he fought so hard to keep at bay. His guilt over how he’d treated her in the past weighed him down but didn’t stop him from taking advantage of the second chance she was so inexplicably giving him.
“Come in.” He closed the door and then stepped around her. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her body flush with his, sank his tongue into her mouth, and savored her taste. Forcing himself to step back before she sensed his desperation, he looked her up and down. “Lose the clothes.”
Callie didn’t seem surprised. She shouldn’t be—he’d never allowed her to wear clothes in his home. Backing away, Callie shrugged out of her jacket, tossing it on his couch, and then stepped out of her skirt. He smiled as he noticed she’d foregone panties—she was already slipping back into her role, as he’d never allowed panties, either. Her breasts were large, and so he’d let her wear bras for the support but had bought her sheer items so he could have the maximum enjoyment of her luscious globes even when they were covered.
When she was fully naked, he frowned. “Have you lost weight?”
Callie looked down at herself. “About twenty pounds. Why?”
A snarl escaped before he could stop it. One of the best things about Callie’s body had been her curves, which, while still evident, were less noticeable now that he could really see her. “You didn’t need to lose weight.”
It was clear Callie was trying not to roll her eyes. “I’m not exactly a size two, Sir.”
“You are perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. If I hear about you trying to lose any more weight, unless it’s at a doctor’s order, I’ll paddle your perfect little ass bright red. Do you understand me?”
Callie bit her lip for a moment before replying, “Yes, Sir.”
Jack indicated the floor in front of the coffee table. “Sit.” She did, and he pulled a sheaf of papers out of his back pocket. “This is a contract. I want you to read it and mark any soft and hard limits. I want no misunderstandings. Take your time.” He handed it to her along with a pen. “Would you like a glass of water?”
She glanced up, some confusion in her eyes. “Sure, thank you.” Jack retreated to the kitchen to fetch the water and took a moment to compose himself. Seeing her naked for the first time in three years had made him want to push her back on the floor and fuck her until they both passed out from pleasure, but he had to proceed slowly or she would bolt. It was imperative she was on board with their new arrangement. He knew it would be an effort to communicate with her better this time—it wasn’t in his nature to explain himself, preferring to let his actions speak for themselves—but if she needed to hear the words, he’d do it. Which words she wanted to hear after all this time was a mystery, though.
The doubts crept in. Was he doing the right thing? Was getting back together and trying to rekindle their relationship going to be good for Callie in the long run? He wanted to be everything she needed, but could he? She obviously hadn’t thought so last time. What was different now? Snarling at his foolish insecurities, he put the water pitcher back in the fridge and steeled himself.
When he came out of the kitchen, he found her intently reading. Soon she began to go through his fetish list, and he watched as her eyebrow rose a few times. When they’d been together before, they hadn’t used a formal written document, relying instead on face-to-face communication. That had been a mistake he wasn’t about to make again.
After several moments, she signed the contract with the pen he’d given her and handed it back. He looked it over and saw a few surprises. “You’d be willing to let me exhibit you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Does the thought of it turn you on, or would you do it for me?”
Her chin rose, and she looked into his eyes. “I didn’t mark anything that I’d only do for you.”
Jack couldn’t help but smile. His beauty seemed to have grown claws since they’d last met. Now his eyebrows rose. “And you’d let me give you away?”
Her gaze dropped to her lap. “Yes.”
“What’s that?”
Callie cleared her throat. “Yes, Sir.”
He went back to the list. “How’s your n
eck?”
She looked up at him again, her eyes wide. Apparently she thought he’d forgotten about the persistent neck problems she’d had since injuring herself while waiting tables in undergrad. “I get cortisone shots. It’s a lot better.”
“Are you surprised I remembered, beauty? I remember everything about you.” He smiled as he perused the contract again. Now might be a good time to push her a little to see how she reacted. There were some things he’d taken to in the past few years that he’d never been interested in before and sharing those things with Callie would be wonderful. “Oh yes, beauty. I remember how to make you wet, how to make you scream, how to make you pant with want—yes, I remember.”
He heard her gasp and glanced up. Callie was definitely still turned on by his crass words. That had always been one of the sexiest things about her—he could release his inner beast just a little in the form of how he spoke to her, and she would get hot. It made him feel a little less like a freak.
But it hadn’t always worked that way. Jack could still recall with vivid clarity the way she’d reacted to a few of his suggestions for methods or implements of play when they’d been together before. The only words he could think of for her reactions then were shock and revulsion. His tastes in BDSM had refined some over the last few years, and he hoped never to see that look of abject horror on her face again.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do I have permission to go bare, then? I’ve been tested. The results are on the table in front of you.”
Without so much as flicking a glance at the papers, Callie answered, “Yes, Sir. And I’m clean too.”
“Excellent.”
After reading the rest of the list, he stood. “Everything appears to be in order. I’ll make a copy of this and give it to you at our next meeting. Kneel. I want your knees shoulder-width apart. Your back should be straight, but your head down, with your hands resting on the tops of your thighs, palms up.” She did as he instructed, and he walked around her, running his hand up her spine, which made her pull her shoulders back and thrust out her breasts. Jack made other little adjustments until he was satisfied. “You’ll kneel like this anytime I command you to.” With another assessing glance at her posture, he then left to retrieve an item from the hall table. Coming to stand in front of her, he said, “I want you to wear this while you’re with me.”
