by Stasia Black
“You’re my beautiful slut. Built so perfectly.” I land a resounding smack in the center of her ass, right where it’s pinkest.
I’m getting her truths all right. But Jesus. Is that what she really thinks of herself?
She twists, turning and glaring at me with a fury that goes beyond a little wordplay in a scene.
“I’m a disgusting cum bucket. Worthless except for my tits and ass.”
I meet her gaze calmly. “Your body is a work of art and deserves to be worshiped.”
Her mouth goes tight and she looks like steam is about to come out her ears, she’s so pissed.
“I’m a filthy lying bitch,” she growls, grinding herself down on my cock.
Oh, baby.
She’s so desperate for any shred of control but that’s not the way this game is played. Not tonight. Jesus, this has been a long time coming. This is what’s been hiding in her head the whole time?
“Say it,” she spits. “Say I’m a dirty cunt.”
I keep my hands on her ass and start to massage them. No more spanking tonight. No, it’ll all be about worship from here on out. “You’re gorgeous. You’re a goddess. You’re—”
She leaps off of me. And before I can say another word, her hand comes flying at me and she slaps me hard across the face.
“I’m a disgusting whore!” she shouts. “Say it. Fucking say it!”
“Stiletto.”
She freezes as I say the word. A second later she stumbles backward, a look of horror overtaking her face as she looks at me and down to her hand and then back to me like she’s just realizing what she did. How far she went.
And then she looks like she’s about to bolt.
But she takes a shuddering breath and comes back to the bed. She doesn’t say a word and she doesn’t look at me. She just begins uncuffing my left ankle. Her hands are trembling so badly, she can barely manage the buckle.
“Callie,” I finally say gently as I bend to help her with the buckle.
I see her cringe but I finally trust that she’s not going to run like a frightened animal. What I just witnessed—Jesus, finally, she finally let me in. She didn’t mean to, that much is obvious. But it’s part of what power exchange is about. Busting down barriers to intimacy.
“Tell me what’s going on,” I demand. Then I soften my voice. “Please.”
Please Callie. Let me all the way in.
She looks lost in indecision. Actually, she looks tortured by it, her mind working a hundred miles an hour.
She looks down but I don’t miss the tear that slides down her cheek. I reach over and catch it with my thumb, urging her face back toward me.
When I do, her features are devastated.
“Why wouldn’t you just say it?” There’s anguish, not accusation, in her voice. “You had no problem with the humiliation talk to the other sub. You encouraged me to use it.” She looks at me and swipes angrily as the tears continue to fall. She quickly glances away as she works to free my second ankle.
“Vocal humiliation is a part of play because it’s taboo,” I explain, keeping my voice gentle. “Society says we’re not supposed to say those things out loud, so when we do it in play, it turns us on.”
“Exactly,” she cuts in. “So why—”
I’m already shaking my head. “But you,” I reach out and grab her hand. “I’m afraid you believe it about yourself. All those things you were saying. None of that’s true. I won’t say it to you.”
She snatches her hand back and turns away from me.
Her body language says back off but I’ve gotten this far and I’m going to press my advantage. “Bad things have happened to you in the past, haven’t they? You don’t have to tell me what,” I run a hand down her spine. “But you will allow me to help you through it. Now let’s stop flirting with this switch. You need me to be in control tonight. So let me take it.” My voice has the command of a dominant. “Get on the bed.”
She could use her safe word right back and bring an end to this. I pray she won’t, though. Please, please, Callie. Be my brave girl.
Her eyes dart every which way. And then she finally looks my way. “No bondage.”
Just those two words and then her gaze drops to the floor.
I nod. I’m fine with limits especially when it means she’s communicating with me. “On the bed.”
Her chest moves up and down in clear anxiety, but she does as I ask. And I get it now. Why it thrills her so much to know that submission is difficult for me but that I do it anyway. It is more meaningful than if she just obeyed like a robot.
Her submission in this moment means something.
And I’m so damn proud of her. She has demons, it’s clear, and she’s facing them. With me. She’s allowing me in.
I don’t waste another second. I get on the bed and pull her into my lap again. It’s a much more natural position now, though, without my legs spread awkwardly and cuffed to the bed.
I rub my hand down her warm, pink ass.
“Aw, there we are.” I can’t help the satisfaction that drips from my voice. “The most beautiful goddamn ass in all creation, made just for me.”
I shift her and then lean over to kiss each of her sweet cheeks. I don’t stop there, though. I shift her even more on the bed so that she’s lying on her stomach and I drop to my knees. Her body jumps in shock when I begin tonguing the rim of her back entrance.
“Shh,” I whisper, massaging her before delivering several stinging slaps again. Then I dive back in with my tongue, exploring her forbidden places.
She makes little whimpering noises as I wrap an arm around her waist to hold her in place while I continue thrusting my tongue up inside the tight rosette of her ass.
She shudders and writhes in my hold, like she’s not sure if she wants to pull away or push back against me. Which only makes me tongue her deeper. I want her to know that nothing is wrong here. Nothing is forbidden between us. To know that I’m going to become familiar with every single inch and crevice of her.
I’m going to etch the memory of myself so deep in the very fabric of her body that she’ll never be able to get me out. My hands. My tongue. My fingers. My cock.
I pull back from her ass only when her legs begin shaking. I grin when I see her pussy glistening with wetness.
“Look at this pretty, pretty cunt. You’re juicing for me, aren’t you, beautiful dirty girl?” I gather the moisture with my fingers, dipping them inside her pussy, rolling in a circle and then pulling back out. Then I drag my fingers teasingly, ever so teasingly back to her ass.
But, always wanting to keep her on her toes, then I deliver another stinging series of slaps.
I’m not spanking hard. It’s more about sensation. And domination.
Her back arches in pleasure and Jesus, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I reach down and squeeze the tip of my cock. Not yet.
I stand up and slide her more fully onto the bed, urging her up on her hands and knees. Then I lay down on the bed between her spread knees on my back and lift up, at the same time dragging her hips down until she’s sitting on my face.
Oh fuck. Her scent. I seek out her clit and give a hard suck while I slip my finger inside her. I want to eat her out everywhere at once but before I move on, I tease the edge of my teeth along her clit.
She cries out and her stomach tenses, whole body jolting.
Jesus, she’s at my mercy. I’ve got her right on the edge.
I grin and slide the finger I had inside her out and back toward her ass. I want her blind with sensory overload before I start questioning her again about what’s going on. I want her stripped of all inhibitions so that she gives me the truth.
But as my forefinger starts to gently explore her back channel and I lap at her cunt for several more long moments to make absolutely sure she’s lost in pleasure, I realize that—dammit. I’ve lost her.
Her moans and little gasps of pleasure have disappeared completely.
She hov
ers above me, all but frozen except for her hips that move restlessly back and forth against my face.
“Callie?” I say and she doesn’t respond. “Callie, do you want to use your safeword?”
No response. Okay, so maybe she’s embarrassed about liking ass play. Some women are and that’s fine. I’ll get her used to every sensation there is in the book.
My forefinger slipped up her ass easily and I slowly work in a second beside the first. She continues thrusting against my face so I take that as a sign she wants to keep going. I want her to know what it feels like to be absolutely devoured, worshiped in every sense of the word.
Her odd silence continues only another few seconds before she cries, “Oh God, Jackson.”
When I tilt my head slightly, I can see her looking down at me. Then a shudder moves down her body, her legs trembling so violently the bed is shaking.
Oh she’s close. She’s soooo close.
And she’s the most goddamned beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
She’s here, fully with me. And maybe for today that’s enough. I don’t need to know all her secrets for us to be as connected as two people can be. She’ll tell me in time. Right now, this is enough. She trusts me with her body and I have to believe that it will eventually translate to trust in every other part of her life.
She mutters something unintelligible and then lifts all the way up to her knees, away from my mouth. Then she crawls down my body, straddling me and burying her face in my neck, inhaling.
Then— oh Jesus.
She’s got my cock in hand and is guiding me inside her.
So tight. So fucking perfect. So tight. I’m thrusting because I can’t not. It’s Callie. Perfect Callie’s pussy. Oh Jesus.
But no, dammit. I hiss through my teeth as she fully seats herself on top of me. I’m not ready to give up control yet so I grab her legs and then I sit up, my legs to the floor so she’s not so much riding me as we’re both equal partners in this.
She locks her legs around her back, squeezing me to her with everything she’s got and damn if being wrapped up in her isn’t the best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, feeling my eyes roll back in my head. Still, it’s not enough. I tangle my hand in the hair at the back of her neck and drag her to me, crushing my mouth to hers.
She cries out into my mouth, kissing me back just as hungrily and squeezing her walls around my cock. Oh fuck. Oh fuck she’s the best thing I’ve ever—
I grip her hips to maneuver her up and down on my cock, fucking her with a tortuously slow rhythm. As much as I want to hammer her into next Tuesday, I want to savor this even fucking more.
And I want her to know that there’s no part of her I won’t be demanding, so I spit on my fingers and then stretch one hand back around to that sweet little puckered asshole of hers.
“Let me in, baby. Let me in. I want in everywhere. I want every filthy beautiful fucking part of you.”
She shudders and buries her face in my neck again, breathing me in as I push two fingers in. I continue, relentlessly, in and out while she gloves me so tight. So tight, Jesus, so—
She whines and bites my shoulder hard.
“That’s right. Let me know it. Give it to me. Give it all up to me.”
Her nails dig into my back as she moves her hips back and forth, her whine growing higher pitched, more and more uncontrolled sounding.
“It’s just you and me here. But I want everything. Everything,” I demand, adding a third finger.
Does she feel me? Does she fucking feel me? Everywhere? I want to be her fucking everything. Goddammit just let me, Callie. Let me in.
I shift slightly and my cock angles, hitting even deeper inside her and she grinds against me and oh fuck—
“Jackson!” she screams, clutching me with every part of her body, her pussy contracting on my cock in a way that—
I pull out and shove to the hilt and cum harder than I ever have in my life.
Damn— Did I— I swear I just blacked out for a moment there.
When I come to, I find Callie blinking and looking at me in shock, panting, fingernails impaling my shoulder but I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. She’s my goddamned nirvana. She’s my everything. Jesus, maybe that’s all I proved just now. That she’s destroyed me.
I wrap my arms around her. Tight. I need to know she’s real. I need her to be mine and I have the worst feeling that if I don’t hold tight enough, she’ll disappear.
But she can’t. She can’t.
Me before Callie… fuck, I can’t even remember what that sad bastard’s life was like. Except I can. I know what it’s like to have Callie and then lose her. I’m not sure I could survive it twice.
I bury my face in her breasts. I just mean to hold her, but goddammit, her nipples are so gorgeous and tempting, soon I’m kissing and licking and teasing and laughing. The next second, I collapse backwards on the bed, taking Callie with me, of course. Always taking her with me.
She’s laughing too. I have no idea what we’re laughing at but this is the moment I want to remember when I’m on my deathbed. Laughing and holding the woman I know I’ll love into eternity.
We just lie like that for several minutes, laughing and holding one another. I keep my face buried in her breasts because this feeling, Jesus, it’s so big. If I even look at her I know I’ll want to blurt it out. How much I love her. How I want to marry her. Adopt Charlie. All of it. I want all of it with her.
It’s only after a few minutes that I realize, shit, I didn’t use a condom and she’s just got my cum dripping out of her and making a mess on the sheets and her thighs.
I roll her so that her back is on the bed and get up. “Be back in a sec.”
She throws an arm over her face and mutters something I can’t hear.
“Did you say something?”
“No,” she says too quickly.
She’s already putting her walls back up. My heart sinks but only a little. Maybe I didn’t demolish them completely today but I made inroads. And every single day I’ll keep hammering until finally they give way and crumble completely.
I hurry to the bathroom and soak a rag in hot water, then come back and start to clean her thighs.
She looks down and then her eyes widen and she jerks to a sitting position. “Oh fuck!” Her eyes shoot to mine like she’s just now realizing we didn’t use a condom, too. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”
I just laugh. “I wasn’t worried.” I lean over and kiss her. “I’m clean, too. I would never endanger you if I wasn’t.”
“But you couldn’t have known I was on the pill.”
Well. I didn’t think about that. Which is surprising because that would have been my first worry if it had been any one else. But even now, thinking about it. Jesus. Looking down at Callie. I already know I want her to be my forever. It would be a little soon but I wouldn’t have minded if she weren’t on the pill.
She’s still sitting there looking really freaked out, though, so I don’t say that out loud.
“My job description is to worship you.” I hold up the warm towel and cock an eyebrow. “Can I get back to it now?”
She lies back on the bed again but doesn’t look any less freaked out.
“Stay here,” I say before jogging back to the bathroom to lay out the rag before returning. She’s still there but she looks like she’s not sure if this is the part where she should bolt or not. I’ll be putting a stop to that.
“Move over.”
Her brows furrow.
“Over,” I say, adding command to my voice. She scoots over and I let out a breath of relief. With as vulnerable as things just got between us, there’s always a chance she could react by trying to take two steps back.
I pull back the covers on the big bed and slide in beside her.
“Now here,” I swirl my finger to demonstrate that she should roll back against my side.
“We’re going to s
leep here?” she lowers her voice, glancing around, “in the sex room?”
I laugh and drag her against me. Jesus she’s adorable. And damn but I’m exhausted. The second she snuggles up warm beside me, my eyes drop shut like lead weights are attached to them.
“No windows,” I murmur. “Best place in the house to sleep after I’ve pulled an all-nighter.”
She pulls the silken sheet over us, one of her small hands coming up to cup my cheek that has a lot more than a five-o-clock shadows worth of stubble on it.
“Sleep,” she whispers, and this time, I’m happy to obey her command.
Seventeen
CALLIE
Hot kisses at the back of my neck wake me. It’s dark. Completely dark. My whole body tenses, ready to scream and fight. Just as I make a fist and jerk my elbow forward so I can deliver a punishing gut-blow to whatever fucker got me in this vulnerable position, I smell it. Woods. Pine.
Jackson.
Memories of last night fled back in. I’m with Jackson. I’m safe.
“Babe?” he questions, his kisses pausing. He must’ve felt the tension tighten my body.
I turn my head and meet his mouth with mine. For about point two seconds I think about morning breath, but all thought is quickly swallowed up by sensation. The fear-followed-by-arousal is also disturbingly erotic.
I try to turn in Jackson’s hold, but with one firm arm around my waist, he holds me still. “I want you like this, beautiful,” he whispers. His hips move into me from behind and his long, thick erection nudges the backs of my thighs.
He slips one hand underneath my body and massages my breast. The other caresses slowly down my torso, dipping into my belly button before dropping lower, lower—
I moan and squirm beneath his ministrations as wetness seeps between my legs.
“Jackson…”
“Let me worship you,” he whispers, going back to kissing and nipping the back of my neck.
It continues like that for several minutes with me growing wetter and wetter. The way he’s holding me, I can barely grab him.
He’s holding onto his power position from last night and I’m not sure how I like it. But oh— I melt against him as he begins rubbing in earnest at that spot.
