by Carly Morgan
“It’s over now, right?” she asked, much more dejectedly than before, not wanting to try her luck.
“It’s over.” Callan traced her spine lightly with the tips of his fingers, and Kaelia was astounded his touch could feel good after it had just felt so awful. “But push the boundaries again, and where will you end up?”
“Here,” she whimpered compliantly, completely miserable by it. All these years, and no one dared to take her down a single notch, not even the guards at Krakian. And yet, now all it had taken was for her to be spanked like a child to bow down to him. “I’ll end up back here.”
“It’s important, Kaelia,” Callan’s voice was very stern. “You have to take this seriously. Millions of people are going to tune in to this absurd competition, and if the wrong person sees you doing something a normal human wouldn’t be capable of… let’s just say, I don’t want to lose you after I just found you.”
Kaelia’s breath seemed to get tangled up in her throat, charmed in spite of herself, considering the fact she was pretty pissed off that he was still holding her down over his lap. She wanted to buck against him and demand to be released, but she was smart enough not to, not while in such a vulnerable position anyway.
“I know,” Kaelia murmured, but she was remorseful instead of resentful to be instructed on the obvious. “And I won’t.”
She felt his fingers loosen from around her wrists, and Kaelia flexed and rolled them in relief. After years of wearing metal shackles, none of them had been quite so strong as just one of Callan’s capable hands, nor as intimate. She moved her elbows to prop herself up against the sand, turning towards him. Her whole body was flushed now, and the yearning between her legs burned hotter than ever. She released a heady breath.
“No. 72,” he said as he drew his arm along the length of her back, turning her over, cradling her there. He moved his hands to her cheeks, wiping away her tears with the calloused pads of his thumbs. “I think I’m really starting to like you.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she teased, and her hips seemed to arch towards him all on their own, without her meaning them to.
“Probably not,” he mused, and then gathered her towards him for a long kiss. Kaelia felt the tension in her body unravel as he held her against him, his lips caressing her mouth and his tongue dancing across her own. Then, very abruptly, he grabbed up a handful of her hair and twisted her head to the side, exposing the long, delicate curve of her neck. He rubbed his mouth and nose along the length of it, breathing deep from his throat, before suddenly pushing her down against the sand.
Kaelia made a small, lustful sort of sound as she propped herself up on her hips. Her bottom stung against the grainy sand of the beach, but she could barely pay attention to it as Callan grabbed hold of her bikini bottom, this time pulling them all the way off. For several long seconds, Kaelia could only lay there on the beach, the waves of the ocean just barely able to tickle the small of her back. She was completely bare to him, and it made her feel extremely vulnerable, like she was an extravagant meal someone might not find to their liking.
Callan had that look in his eyes again; primordial and savage, like he might very well rip her limb from limb as likely as he would kiss her so gently and soft. Kaelia made a purring noise without meaning to, desperately wanting him closer to her, and then her legs seemed to involuntarily part ever so slightly enticingly apart.
Callan swooped over her like a hawk soaring down from the sky to scoop up its prey. His eyes narrowed into slits and his teeth bared as he gripped both of her thighs in either of his hands, so fiercely she could feel his fingers making indents around her flesh. All at once, he thrust them apart, and then he let one hand wander down her thigh until it came to her moist and ready slit.
“You’re soaking,” he said, and he grinned as his two fingers massaged and circled her clit. “How long has it been now since you’ve wanted my cock?”
Kaelia refused to answer, her eyes glowering at being teased. “How long have you wanted to give it to me?” she shot back, tameless.
“So feisty.” His fingers plunged inside her, and Kaelia emitted a cry of surprised gratification, unsure how he was doing the things he was doing. He alternated between finger fucking her so fast her eyes rolled to the back of her head, to giving her long, delicate strokes along her erogenous zone.
Kaelia sighed helplessly, a victim to her own pleasure. She began moaning, the sound reverberating to the pace of his fingers thrusting back and forth inside her cunt. She wasn’t sure she could take anymore, yet at the same time, she needed more, needed the swelling inside her to break apart and release.
Then all at once, just as Kaelia was about to reach the utmost place of satisfaction, Callan extracted his fingers from inside her, wet and sticky from her juice. She sighed, at once relieved of the build-up of tension and frustrated by its disappearance, her body sensing the removal of his fingers as a loss. She wanted more of him, and she wanted it now. She pushed herself up expectantly, but Callan was climbing over her now, straddling her torso with his knees.
He was still wearing his swimming trunks, his bulge more prominent than ever now. Kaelia could only gasp at it, still mystified by just what she was going to do with it. She reached for the top of his shorts, her fingers slipping inside the waistband, but Callan swatted her hands away. He ripped away his only article of clothing much faster than she probably would have, and his fully erect cock jumped out at her like a tree growing forth from the ground, fully formed. His penis was long, curved and sturdy, exactly like the trunk of that palm she climbed earlier. And now she imagined climbing him, wrapping her legs around his sizeable girth, and letting him slip inside.
Except Callan had other things in mind. Grabbing her around the back of the head, he thrust her face towards his hard, looming penis until she realized she had no choice but to open her mouth and take him down her throat if she didn’t want him impaling her face. His member was warm and thick inside her mouth, and it took Kaelia a moment to get used to it there, her cheeks bloated and stretched.
“Suck me,” he demanded, and he began moving her head up and down under his palm to feel her throat move around his penis. “Suck me like you’re a ravenous person eating the best meal of your life.”
“Mmm,” was all Kaelia could say as she moved her tongue up and down against the base of his penis, moving her head up and down to mouth massage the rest of him. He was too big, she was too full, and as he shoved himself deeper down her throat, she felt her eyes watering as her cheeks puffed out from the bulk of him. But after a while, she began to relax. Her throat muscles opened up, taking more of him, giving the rest of her mouth a break, and Kaelia found a steady rhythm to suck him. She could hear him moaning carnally, and she felt good that she could please him.
She was just starting to really get into it when he pulled her head back, holding her tight by the hair. He kissed her wet mouth, hard, prying her lips open with his jaw, his tongue probing every inch inside her, their teeth clinking together. Kaelia was turned on by the lewdness of it, and she arched herself towards him, letting the grip he had on her hair pull tighter, running her hands up and down his sides, reaching for his hard cock.
But he grabbed her hands away, and held them over her head as he lowered his straddle on her, grinning dangerously. “You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” he teased her, and then clarified, “My naughty little slut.”
He nudged her legs apart again with his knees, and Kaelia felt her breath quicken as the hard, bulbous tip of his penis probed in between her legs. He collapsed on top of her as he fumbled, still holding her hands above her head, thrusting his cock into her hot, wet, slippery cunt. All at once, he penetrated her, and Kaelia let out a cry she never heard herself make before. His penis filled her up like a balloon had been blown up inside her, stretching her apart, opening her up nice and wide.
“Oh, Callan!” she breathed his name, nearly shocked. “Oh!” she cried out more urgently as he began to thrust, back
and forth, harder and faster, over and over. “Oh, Callan!” she cried again, feeling her eyes flutter to the top of her head.
“You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” Callan took her with hard, sure strokes, throwing his hips into it, making sure she felt every inch of him. Their bodies were flushed with sweat and pressed together, his ball sack smacking between her sore buttocks. “I bet you’ve never had the fucking a naughty little slut like you deserves, have you?”
Kaelia was panting and gasping so hard, she could hardly answer. “No!” she finally managed to get out. “Please!” She ground against him, their hips smashing together. “Please make me come!”
She couldn’t take much more. Everything was too much. She was intoxicated by all of it. Her sore, prickly, freshly spanked bottom. His warm hard body and the cutting way he stared down at her with his turquoise blue eyes. His huge, curved cock taking up all the space inside her. It was all so overwhelming; it was like she was ceasing to exist at all. She was just this; a vessel for his cock, one big erogenous zone of gratuitous pleasure. She moaned and writhed underneath him, at once wanting to get away, and never wanting it to end at all.
“You’re mine now,” he growled at her, thrusting harder and faster with much shorter, shallower strokes. “Your ass is mine to spank whenever you’re a bratty little girl and deserve it, and your pussy is mine too, to ravage like the naughty little slut you are. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, desperate to come, her fingers reaching out for nothing as he held her wrists down against the wet sand of the shore.
“Say it,” he grunted at her, working his cock up and down all the while. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours!” she acquiesced without hesitation, wondering if he could actually fuck her into pure, raw oblivion. She gave a sharp wail as she felt herself coming, her spine lurching forward as her body convulsed, the pleasure of it at once depraved and profound, too much to bear. She knew she couldn’t take much more of his hot, heavy fucking, but she couldn’t resist him now. Now that she was his, to do what he wanted. “I’m all yours!”
He let out a strangled cry and pulled out of her with a jolt, his whole body spasming as he deposited his cum all over her bare breasts. Then he sank down next to her, still quivering, while Kaelia’s own body quaked with aftershocks, unsure of how many times she climaxed herself. Her breath came in ragged and uneven strokes, but as her head found the soft place next to his chest under his arm, she began to relax, listening to the sounds of the tide.
Afterwards, they went swimming, sans clothes, splashing and wandering in and out of each other’s arms, and Kaelia couldn’t believe how gloriously exhilaratingly perfect she felt. For the first time in her life, it was like she really belonged with someone; belonged to someone. Callan wouldn’t be like Pierson; they shared a past, it linked them together like a sacred key, a past Kaelia had shared with nobody since her sisters, now all dead. But now she had Callan; she was his, and he was hers, and it was a whole new world.
Chapter 10
Callan
The day of the first challenge was tomorrow, and there was a fancy gala that night in the banquet hall to kick it off and learn what it was. Kaelia had been particularly testy with him all day, and though she tried not to show it, Callan knew she was a bundle of nerves. It was evening now, and Kaelia was running around her suite trying to get ready for the gala, her furniture draped with discarded items of clothing as she tried on outfit after outfit. Callan almost felt like a real live normal couple when she presented him with each one, asking for his opinion.
Eventually, when Callan knew she was starting to get irritated, he began switching up his responses from the ever bland that looks good. “I like your legs in that one!” he might come up with, even though her legs were fantastic in all of them. Or, “You look like a rockstar in that one.”
“You mean I look ridiculous!” she might spit back, tearing off a sequined, asymmetrical cut black dress to add to the pile of others. “I don’t even know why they send this crap up,” she complained from inside the bathroom. “I’m a lethal killing machine, not a damn Barbie doll!”
Callan sighed as he leaned back on her couch, becoming more and more buried by clothes every few minutes. He’d been ready for hours, but she was indecisive, and had more clothes to choose from than him. He picked up the remote and flipped through a few channels, but it was all censored broadcasting at this time in the evening. The movies wouldn’t start until later, when they were downstairs at the gala, and Callan realized he was going to miss that time alone with Kaelia.
For the past few weeks, he’d been spending more time in her suite than his own room several stories down in the hotel. Her room was nicer, of course, and bigger, with a full-sized kitchenette, Jacuzzi tub and multiple jetted shower stall, and the balcony overlooking the beach, plus he’d finally convinced her to shut the windows and turn on the A/C. But besides all that, it was the only time Callan and Kaelia got alone, with no cameras creeping up on them to track their training progress, or TV producers speculating if their relationship had grown more serious.
It was that contestant No. 69 and his trainer’s fault, really. Lux Beacon and Maddie Drew couldn’t get enough of each other, whether they were around the cameras or not, and their blossoming romance seemed to be a focal point for the ridiculous TV show. It also left the other male-female pairs open to speculation if anything besides workouts was going on between them, though Kaelia and Callan kept their relationship under wraps. Where Lux and Maddie flaunted, they snuck off to hidden waterfalls and private lagoons. One night, early on, Callan even examined Kaelia’s room for hidden cameras. When she saw him doing it, she informed him she’d already checked. She was his type of girl, all right.
There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by a shout from the bathroom from Kaelia. “Don’t answer that!” she sang, nearly sweetly. “It’s the stupid hair stylist or the makeup artist or whoever! I don’t want to see them.”
The knocking came again before he could answer, louder this time. “Oh, please let me in today, Miss Nemesis,” a female voice called from the other side of the door. “You know it’s my job to make sure all the contestants are camera ready for these things. Don’t let me get fired!”
“Ignore her,” Kaelia ordered when she noticed Callan shift towards the sound of the woman’s voice from where she stood in the bathroom doorway, wrestling with a mascara wand. She was wrapped in a bathrobe now, apparently surrendering the task of finding something suitable to wear. “She’s just trying to play on your sympathies.”
“Let me at least tell her she’s not needed at this time.” Callan was too polite to let the poor woman go on banging and yelling at the door.
“Do what you want,” Kaelia allowed. “But if she gets anywhere near me, I’ll gouge out her eyes with an eyelash curler.”
Callan had little doubts she might try, though she wouldn’t get very far while he was there. As she disappeared back into the depths of the bathroom, Callan went to open the door. The woman who stood outside of it, clutching a large bag, her own face dramatically done up and her hair teased to stand three inches above her forehead, stared at him. At first, she seemed surprised that the door had opened at all, and then she was caught off-guard to see Callan had been the one to open it.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her mouth forming a tiny circle as her lips pursed together. “One last training session before the gala?”
“No,” Callan said gruffly, too dignified to lie. “Just keeping each other company.”
“Hmmm…” The woman’s brow furrowed, but Callan didn’t care. It wasn’t like she’d be the first person to know he spent time up here. The security guards saw him go in here all the time, as well as Kaelia’s closest neighbor, Lux Beacon, whose suite was across the hall. “Well, maybe you can talk some sense into Miss Nemesis. The showrunners really want me to have her looking her best for the gala tonight, and she’s such a pretty girl. With just a lit
tle help she could be…”
“No!” Despite her insistence on wanting to be kept away from the stylist, Kaelia appeared in the living room behind Callan, waving around some item of make-up. Luckily, whatever it was, looked pretty harmless. “No, no, no, and No! Last time I let you near me, you made me look like the wife of Dracula!”
Shifting his body to make sure he was well positioned between Kaelia and the stylist, Callan shrugged indifferently, indicating he would be of little help. Of course, he could talk some sense into her, he always could – especially while she was hanging over his knee and having her bottom thumped, but making sure her face was painted wasn’t very high on his list of priorities.
“If you could let me do just a tiny bit of foundation…” The stylist nearly tried to climb over Callan’s arm to get into the room. Callan gently eased her back.
“I think contestant No. 72 has decided to refuse your services at this time.”
“You mean for all time!” Kaelia clarified vehemently behind him. “That foundation you used on me last time practically gave me a rash. My face itched all night. You people are probably trying to poison me!”
“I assure you, Miss Nemesis, we’re not. It’s a very high-quality foundation.”
“Go. Away!”
Kaelia bumped Callan out of the way with her hips, and then slammed and locked the door. Callan raised an eyebrow at her, doing his best to try to keep the amusement out of his face. “You know, that wasn’t very nice,” he informed her.
“That was the point!” she shot back, heading again into the bathroom. “I can do my own damn hair and makeup. How much time before we have to be there?”
Callan checked his watch, his face pained. “Twenty minutes.” He wasn’t sure how she was going to be ready in that much time seeing as how in two hours she’d made little progress. He settled back down into the couch. “You nervous?”
“Not at all,” came her answer, dripping with sarcasm.
