by Hart, Allysa
My body fell limp over his lap before he removed his probing finger, leaving me equally relieved and frustrated. Wanting to feel him inside me, I would take it any way I could get it at this point. Reading my mind, he inserted two fingers inside my pussy, making me gasp and release a long, low moan of pleasure.
“Music to my ears, my sweet. I look forward to making you scream, but you are not allowed to come yet. Mind your manners.”
His edict confused me. “What? I can’t come? But…”
The arm that had held me still disappeared, and his hand fell hard upon my scorched bottom. He spanked over and over while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out of my channel. “Your only response is, ‘Yes, Sir.’ And if you come before I allow it, you will be a very sorry girl.” His threat made me shiver, but his fingers never stopped. I had no idea how to hold back, but I had a sneaking suspicion disobeying would not be the best course of action.
His fingers slipped from my core and headed straight for my clit. If he put a modicum of pressure on my little bundle of nerves, I was going to lose control. Thankfully, he only swirled around it making it harden more. My body screamed in need. I could feel the orgasm building. When he decided to allow it, I was going to explode.
“I think you are ready, how about you?” He knew exactly how primed my body was. My pussy contracted around his fingers.
“Yes, I am so ready.”
“Hmm, maybe you need to wait a little longer.”
“What? No! Why?” I panicked. “I need it. Please, let me come.”
His silence drove me mad as he made teasing figure eights around my core and clit. All of the wiggling and movement did nothing to get him to put out the fire he had so expertly stoked.
Growling in frustration, I held back all of the nasty things I wanted to call him, my brain in a sexual haze. But cursing at him would not help my cause. “Oh my God, Callum. Please!”
His touches stopped altogether. His hand appeared in front of my face, and he snapped his fingers. All of a sudden, I lay on my back in my bed, no not my bed, the bed from my dreams. But this wasn’t a dream, was it? I couldn’t recall falling asleep. Attempting to sit up, I was halted by the tether attached to my wrists. I gave a cursory pull, but it proved fruitless. The same with my ankles. I was tied spread-eagle to the bedposts, stark naked. Never having been stripped in front of him, I flushed in embarrassment. I had never been self-conscious about my body, either, but this position was less than flattering, the room was bathed in light, and I didn’t even know where Callum was.
Moisture pricked my eyes as I scanned the room for him, afraid. Appearing next to me he caught a tear just as it escaped. “Why are you crying?”
I shook my head not wanting to admit to my fear.
“Don’t lie to me.” His voice darkened, the warning clear.
“I didn’t know where you went.” I gave him a half-truth, hoping it would assuage him.
“I was here the whole time. I would never bind you and leave. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” My entire body shook. I couldn’t identify if it was fear or anticipation of what was to come, but my discomfort was obviously clear to Callum.
“Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
Biting my lip I held on as long as I could, but he was relentless. His stubbornness could outlast mine a thousand times over. “I... when I didn’t see you, I got scared.”
“Of what, my sweet?”
“Being alone.” The last piece of the truth tumbled out of me.
Gently, he pressed his hand to the side of my face, and I nuzzled in, accepting the comfort. “I will stay with you for as long as I am permitted, little sprite.” Leaning in, he took my mouth. The physical connection calmed my anxiety. He roamed my body with his hands, brushing against the stiff peaks of my breasts. It took no time at all for the pressure in my sex to build again. “Please, let me come.”
“You know I love to hear you beg, but you have been missing a key component.”
I wracked my mind, trying to figure out what the heck he talked about. I replayed the last twenty minutes in my head as he teased my body. His hands zeroed in on my nipples ,and he pinched. I hissed at the sharp pain traveling through my body, but then I realized what had been missing. “Sir! Sir! Pretty please let me come, Sir.”
His proud smile gave me hope, and he floated to the end of the bed. Hovering over me, he took in my naked form, making me want to hide.
“Good girl,” he praised before lowering his mouth onto my sex. With one swipe of his tongue, my toes curled and my entire body tensed as I screamed out the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. He hummed in approval, and the vibrations rocked my body with aftershocks of pleasure.
Just as quickly as they had appeared, my tethers were gone, and I cuddled into his arms. Sex satiated, sore, and as content as could be.
“Not bad for round one,” he announced.
“Round one? There’s more?” The way I felt, I couldn’t imagine being able to do that again, but I was not averse to letting him try.
“Oh, baby. I have barely begun. When I am finished with you, you won’t be able to form a coherent thought. You will be lucky if you are able to walk tomorrow.”
Whimpering in anticipation, I closed my eyes and lay against his chest. “I’m looking forward to it, Sir.”
“Me too, little sprite. You are one delectable woman, my delectable woman.”
“You are mine just as much as I am yours, Sir.”
“I suppose you’re right in that regard,” he sighed.
Without thinking, I smacked his chest. “You suppose?”
Grabbing my wrist, he pinned my arm above my head. “You are a very naughty little girl.”
* * *
Opening my eyes, I took in the scene. We were back in my room and even in the small bed., Callum had managed to sleep behind me. Pressing myself backward, I pulled his arm tightly against my naked breasts. His skin brushed my oversensitive nipples, making me shiver.
“What’s wrong, little sprite? Didn’t you get enough?” Callum’s voice was husky with sleep.
Pressing my legs together I winced. A pinch to my backside guaranteed I needed to keep my sass to myself. “Ow! I had plenty, thank you very much.”
“Good.” He nuzzled my neck, making me giggle.
I rolled over in his arms to face him. “How did you know about the room?”
“What room?”
“The room in my dreams.”
“I’m not following, sweetheart.”
“The room we, um, played in last night. It wasn’t my room, but I have seen it before, in my dreams.”
Callum’s face turned pensive. “It’s my chamber. You dreamt about my room?”
“I guess. I have dreams about you almost every night, and every single one has happened there.”
He shook his head slowly, a look of awe clouding his features. “Many things between the two of us have made me believe we have a unique connection, but that’s the most telling by a long shot.”
Hope swelled in my heart. As much as I didn’t want to set myself up for heartbreak, every time he made comments like that I felt like we stepped one step closer to a future together.
Callum snapped his fingers, and we were in his room, once more. “Why didn’t we just stay here last night?”
“I moved us, once you fell asleep. Having women in our chambers is not against code, but it is frowned upon. I have never brought anyone else here.”
I crossed my arms and pursed my lips. “Did you have nights like that with anyone else?” I hoped he wouldn’t answer. I didn’t want to know.
Mimicking my stance, he stared me down. “You know the answer to that.”
I bit my lip and blinked slowly. “No, I don’t”
He didn’t answer with words, he answered by snapping his fingers and sending me facedown over the side of the bed.
“No! No, no, no! I don’t want a spanking, Sir, please!” My p
ants and panties slowly slid off my waist and skimmed over my bottom. “Please!”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes! I swear I do.” I panicked, my bottom so sore from the repeated spankings I had gotten the night before I felt it every time I moved. I did not want another one.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No! God, no! I would never. Please, Sir. Please don’t spank me.” Tears pricked the backs of my eyes.
“Stop. Take a breath and relax. I want you to think really hard about the question you asked me. Think hard about that trust. Do you think I could honestly share what we did last night with anyone else?”
I laid my head down on the bed and lost all composure. Sobs wracked my body as I realized the implication of my question. My jealousy had come to a head, and I might as well have slapped him in the face. The hold loosened, and I crawled onto the bed, wrapping myself in the fetal position. Callum’s warm body engulfed me from behind. “Shh, my girl. You will be okay. I simply needed to make a point. You understand now, don’t you? You are the only one for me, Fiona. It was written long ago that you and I would be soul mates. I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on you. I tried to ignore it, to suppress the feeling for fear I was wrong. But everything has happened so fast, and I cannot deny it any longer. Fiona, I need you to make your third wish.”
I threw myself off the bed, backing away from him quickly as if he were a snake about to strike. Words escaped me, but I shook my head vigorously.
“Listen to me. I am not wrong about this. You are my one. You are her, and we are wasting time.”
“You don’t know that. You can’t. What happens if I’m not? I can’t go on without you. I won’t.”
“That’s another reason we can wait no longer. You depend on me, and if I am wrong, which I am not, the longer I remain with you the more difficult it would be for us to say good-bye.”
“No! Do you hear me? I’m not ready. I will never be ready! I need you. I have never needed anyone else, ever. I rely on myself because other people let me down, but not you. You’re different, and I know you will never let me down. Please Callum, I… I love you.” My knees shook as the terrifying phrase flew from my lips. The harsh reality I had not said that to anyone else in my life slapped me across the face.
He scooped me into his arms and held me close. “Okay, okay. Calm down please, sprite. Breathe with me.” He modeled what he wanted me to do with slow, steady breaths, and I followed his lead. “Good girl, in and out. No more talk about wishes for today.”
I sniffled. “Thank you. I’m sorry.”
“There is nothing to apologize for. You deserve my apology, though. It’s not right for me to ask you to use a wish. My mission is to serve you and keep you safe. The wishes are yours and yours alone.”
“What if I wish for your freedom? Can I do that? In all of the stories you can!”
He shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, little sprite. That is one of the myths that goes with the lamp. I am not permitted to free myself. Only my true love has that power. You hold that power, only not in the way you would like.”
“This sucks, you know that?” I pouted. It all seemed so unfair, and I silently cursed all the damn writers who misled the whole world!
“I would have to agree with you.”
“We should probably go back, my m... Mary might get worried.”
“She won’t even know we are gone. It hasn’t been long enough. What’s your aversion to calling her your mother? Don’t you think you’ve punished her enough?”
“I’m not ready for that, either,” I muttered not wanting to have this conversation.
“Okay, little sprite. Let’s get breakfast, shall we?”
Food sounds safe. “Food sounds good.” I nodded, and ,with a snap of his fingers, he moved us back into my little bedroom.
Setting me down, he allowed me a few steps before stopping me. “Little sprite, I need you to know something.”
I turned around to give him my full attention.
“I love you, too.”
Mary sat at the table with a cup of coffee, making me giggle. “What happened to caffeine is addicting and bad for your body and all that?” I sassed.
Callum came up behind me and smacked my butt, hard.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“Behave yourself.”
“I...I didn’t do anything!” I argued as I made my way to the coffeemaker, rubbing my tender bottom.
Shaking his head, he took his seat next to Mary.
“Good morning, you two. Did you have an enjoyable evening?”
“Mmmmm,” I moaned.
Mary stared at me. A blush crept up my face as I realized what she probably thought. “I moaned about the coffee, not the evening,” I mumbled.
Callum erupted in laughter.
“Really, Mr. Prim and Proper?” I fell into the seat next to him and cringed in pain. My bottom ached inside and out.
“Sore, little sprite? Maybe you want to remember that before throwing out more sass. We can go back to my chambers in the blink of an eye.”
Mary shook her head. “That’s enough, you two.”
I sighed in relief. Mom to the rescue.
“You’re right. It was out of line to speak to your daughter like that in your presence. Please forgive me,” Callum apologized.
Mary reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I need to talk to you two.”
Callum turned his hand over, engulfing Mary’s, and I watched my mother fight back tears. Right away, I remembered Mary’s emotional demeanor the day before. I had chalked it up to spending the first birthday ever with her daughter, but that didn’t appear to be the case.
“What’s wrong?” I pulled my feet up to rest on the seat of my chair, hugging my knees to my chest, trembling with fear and anxiety. Callum dragged my chair closer and rested his hand on my knee. The simple act gave me something to focus on, and the quivering stopped altogether.
“I went to the doctor last week.” She paused, searching for words. “There’s really no easy way to say this. I don’t want to put this on you, but I have no choice. My cancer is back.”
My heart dropped. “Cancer? Back? What are you talking about?”
Mary stared at the table as she spoke. “After you were born, I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. They removed my uterus and, after a round of chemotherapy, they told me I was in remission. It came back a couple of years ago. This time, they found it in my breasts. I did four rounds of chemotherapy and radiation. I thought about taking my own life during that time more than anyone should ever have to. I begged God to let me die. The only thing keeping me going was wanting to get the store ready to sell so you wouldn’t have to deal with any of my mess after I died. The last thing I wanted was for you to find out about me and my death and then have to worry about my debts and assets in the same breath. I wanted you to know how much I loved you and nothing more. After the fourth round, all of the scans came back clear. Last week, I wasn’t so lucky. The cancer is in my brain. The prognosis is bleak, and I simply refuse to live out the rest of my days pumping poison into my body. I want to enjoy the time I have left.”
Tears streamed down my face as she continued. I wanted to scream and cry. This could not be real. I had just met my mother and was getting to know her. Now, after living my entire life thinking my mother was dead, I was actually going to have to deal with that death? No, this couldn’t be real. Hysterics consumed me, and I lost all ”composure. “What do you mean? You aren’t going to fight? You have to fight!” I slammed my palms on the table.
Mary shook her head, “I can’t, baby. I can’t do that again. Please, don’t ask me to go through that again.”
“Callum do something!” I glared at him expectantly, but when his own tears fell, I knew his answer. It was against the rules. I couldn’t take it and collapsed on the spot. Mary and Callum were at my sides in a moment, sandwiching me in their loving embrace. I turned into the arms of my mother and wept. �
�Please, don’t leave me again,” I begged, knowing full well I was being unfair. Mary hadn’t asked for any of this. No one would.
“I’m so sorry, dear. So very, very sorry. I was selfish to ask you to stay. I should have anticipated this and made you go home to your father. You could have lived your life never having known I was your mother. It would have saved you so much pain.”
“No, please don’t say that. Please. I have learned so much here with you and Callum. I’ve learned how great life can be when you get out of your comfort zone. I’ve learned how real people live. I’ve learned what love and family feel like. I learned how to love. I love you, Mom. I’m so thankful for everything, and I am going to stay by your side through the whole thing. If there’s something we can do we, will fight. You won’t have to be alone ever again. I promise.”
Mary squeezed my hand tight as she shook with sobs. The entire time, Callum stayed silent. His touch and presence gave me the strength to finally say everything I needed to say. “I don’t want to lose you again,” I choked out.
There, in the middle of the threadbare carpet of a tiny one bedroom apartment, I realized how little everything in my life meant. The only things that mattered were the irreplaceable people, unconditional love, feelings of belonging and acceptance, and a sense of purpose. My life finally had purpose. I worked hard every day. I had even begun to enjoy it. The pride filling me when I accomplished a task inspired me to move to the next. Seeing the tattered shop almost fully restored gave me the nudge I needed to get my sore body moving each morning. The quality time spent with my mom and Callum made each tedious minute worth it. Now, in one morning, all of those feelings had been shattered. My mother was dying and no one could stop it. The shop would be sold, Callum would eventually have to move on, and I would be alone. Again. I cried until I had no tears left. Never had a situation felt so hopeless.
I woke to the gentle touch of a finger to my cheek. Opening my sore, dry eyes, I saw my mother. Face puffy, eyes red rimmed, she had never looked weaker. Mary had been a driving force for the past few weeks, and now I could see only the sickness.