Discovered

by Quigg, CA

  I nod and mumble yes. My words are muffled, and I make little sense because of the gag.

  He stands behind me, reaches around and massages my still-covered breasts. I lean back and press my head against his shoulder and inhale his familiar, comforting scent. It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I saw him, but even that is way too long.

  Reaching up, he presses something soft and foamy into my palm. “If you want me to stop, drop the ball.”

  There’s definitely something up. Maybe he had a bad day at work and acting this way is what he needs to let off steam. I don’t feel any less safe with him, but I won’t lie, I’m confused by his sudden coldness.

  He raises a hand to my chin and gently squeezes. “Later I’m going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer truthfully. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

  My brow furrows. Why would I lie to him? I hide nothing from him and always answer him truthfully. He places his hands at the neckline of my cotton dress and rips the fabric down to my waist.

  My chest rises and falls, and behind the cups of my lace bra, my nipples pucker into points. His power turns me on so much my legs quiver and my pulse pounds.

  Callum produces a pair of scissors and slides the cold, sharp blades between my breasts. He cuts through the center of my bra and pulls the cups apart. I groan and wish I could voice my arousal more. Let him hear what he’s doing to me.

  He takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezes hard, pulling the taut buds from my body. I scream and writhe. His touch is harsh and not what I’m used to from him, but I like it a lot.

  He releases my nipples and uses the scissors to cut through my bra straps followed by the rest of my dress. When he’s done cutting, he throws everything to the floor and turns his attention back to my nipples where he massages, pinches and slaps. Perhaps he wants to show me how rough and intense things can get between us. How rough and intense he can be.

  Slowly, he slides his hand down over the curve of my stomach and into my panties where he circles my swollen clit fast. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my head lolls. I’m already on the verge of climaxing, and he’s barely touched me.

  “You like that, you little slut? Like me being rough with you?”

  Thrills at his dirty words whoosh through me, and I nod wildly.

  “Good. Get used to it.” He gathers my panties in his hands and yanks them so hard he lifts me off the floor. There’s pain, but it’s an exhilarating kind of pain and doesn’t hurt. The fabric of my panties acts like a tight hammock for my clit and hugs it inside. I’m turned on beyond belief. Arousal drips from my pussy and trickles down the inside of my thighs.

  “Face me.” He spins me around until I face him. “Do you want me to stop? Is this too much for my innocent little girl?”

  I groan no. I want to tell him to give me more and more and more.

  He gathers my hair into a pony and yanks my head back, so I end up looking at the ceiling. One of his hands remains clamped around my hair while the other one slaps my breasts and my nipples in quick succession. He’s killing me. I didn’t know I liked him being so rough until now.

  He turns me around and plays with my clit again, crudely massaging it through the soaked fabric of my panties. In a flash, he moves the fabric out of the way and spears my pussy with one of his fingers. My walls clamp around him and my legs buckle. I’m so fucking wet, but as quickly as he inserted his finger, he removes it.

  The scissors reappear, and this time he uses them to cut through either side of my panties. What’s left of them falls to the floor.

  He spreads my folds wide stretching me tight and slides two fingers into me. His fingers slam in and out as he ruthlessly finger fucks me. My inner muscles tighten and the first waves of an orgasm stream over me.

  “Don’t you fucking dare.” He abruptly stops, and from his back pocket, he produces a long-tailed flogger. I tense my body in anticipation. Flogging is fast becoming one of my favorite things.

  He swings the flogger around and around, hitting the stinging tails off my breasts, my pussy, and my thighs.

  “You hand enough yet?”

  I shake my head. If I could talk, I’d tell him, it’ll never be enough and that I can take whatever he’s willing to give me.

  Walking behind me, he flogs my ass one cheek at a time. The hot pain is excruciating but also exhilarating and electrifying.

  He drops the flogger to the floor and cups my ass cheeks grabbing and squeezing before slapping the still sensitive skin. Not allowing me any reprieve or time to catch my breath, he picks up the flogger and swishes the tails over my butt again. I moan, sob and tense myself against the onslaught. Sex like this for the rest of my life won’t be a hardship.

  Hunkering down, he takes off my shoes, and when he stands, he reaches above me. I’m lifted up until only the balls of my feet press against the floor. For a few seconds, he disappears and leaves me swaying, but when he returns, in his hands is a black wand vibrator that sounds like it’s set to the highest intensity.

  “You think you deserve this?” he asks using the same cold tone as before.

  I make a sound I hope sounds like God yes. He kneels down and runs a hand between my legs before sliding his middle finger into my clenching channel. His other hand, the one that holds the vibrator, presses the buzzing toy against my clit, and the continuous, powerful stimulation brings me close to tears.

  Without warning, he stops, and I sag forward, aching and panting.

  “We’re not done yet. We have a long way to go.” He stands behind me, and reaching down, he stretches my mound upward and once again, presses the vibrator against my clit. My eyes widen and a sob crashes against the gag. I lean my body against his, and he pushes the vibrator harder against me. My legs shudder and shake, and my hips buck against the toy.

  “Do you think you deserve to come?” He asks. “Do you think liars like you deserve to come?”

  I don’t know what he means, but maybe it’s part of the game we’re playing, part of the scene. He grabs both my breasts in one hand and squeezes tight. The vibrator against my clit is unrelenting, and my body undulates as I struggle against the pleasure.

  My hips rock back and forth, and an orgasm crashes through me. Arousal gushes from me and drips down my leg and onto the floor. The intensity blinds me, and I scream like I’m possessed. Callum doesn’t remove the vibrator. He tortures me by keeping it in place. It’s almost like he’s punishing me for something.

  “Come again. Come for me, Aubree. I want to see your cum stream down your legs. Show me what I do to you.”

  I scream. I can’t do it. I can’t come again.

  But he’s unyielding, and since my body is his slave, it gives him what he demands.

  More cum gushes from me I thrash and ride the tsunami of the climax crashing through me. Callum drops the vibrator to the ground and unable to give anymore, I droop forward.

  Without a word or care, he strides from the room leaving me hanging like a limp rag doll. My thighs tremble, and I’m alone for what feels like forever. Is he coming back, or is he going to leave me here? I decide I don’t like this part of the scene and when I see him, I’ll make sure he knows that and him leaving me alone after something so intense can never happen again.

  Footsteps echo outside, and relief washes over me. He’s coming back. Only it isn’t him who walks into the room, it’s Nadine.

  Humiliation bathes me. I don’t want her to see me like this. Spent with evidence of my orgasm splashed on the floor around me. A little bit of the hate I felt for him comes back.

  She reaches up, and, after lowering the hook, she unties my wrists and removes the spreader bar from my ankles.

  “I’ve left some clothes by the door,” she informs me. “Get dressed. Callum wants to see you in the office.”

  “What’s wrong with him?” I ask massaging blood back into my arms. “He didn’t seem him himself today. He’s never left me alone like this before after
we’ve…well, after.”

  “He’s the one that’s going to have to discuss that with you.” She shakes her head and sighs. “I thought you were different. I thought you could be trusted. You’re worse than all of the others he’s played with since Rachel left him.”

  Confusion clouds my brain. “I don’t—”

  She holds up her hand signaling the end of our conversation. “I’ll wait outside for you.”

  I shove on the black sweatpants and polo shirt sitting by the door. Someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on. I don’t deserve the way he walked away from me, and I don’t deserve Nadine telling me I’m worse that all the others.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Callum

  I place my hands on top of the desk and wait for Aubree to walk through the doors. The way I treated her disgusts me. I didn’t give her any aftercare. No matter what she did, she didn’t deserve my harsh handling, but the reaction of her body shows she wasn’t averse to it.

  No. Not acceptable.

  But it’s been a long time since a woman squirted when she was with me, and it’s one of my biggest turn ons. Perhaps being rougher with her is something we should have explored.

  Anger got the best of me. I’m better that. Better than the monster who was in the room with her. I still can’t believe she used me—lied to me. It’s just a matter of time before her father crawls out of the hole he’s in and attempts to blackmail me. I have no doubt they’re in this together.

  One by one, I shuffle through the printed emails in front of me. It turns out she’d contacted every gossip site and columnist in the country offering them information on the club. All day I’ve been fighting fire and threatening legal action.

  I have no doubt she’ll deny it. She can deny it all she wants. The emails came from her college email address and were sent the day after she walked in on the St. Andrew’s Cross demonstration.

  I’ve already informed the other members of the board I’m taking care of everything and they need not concern themselves with Aubree or her father. I’ll put the fear of God into her and make sure she won’t think about sharing any more information about the club. But what if I’m wrong? What if she isn’t to blame? I close my eyes. I have the evidence that proves she’s very much to blame.

  What the fuck was I thinking bringing in someone who’s not part of this lifestyle into the club? Someone who hated me on sight. Someone whose father is a blackmailer and manipulator. I wasn’t thinking, and that’s where the problem lies. For the past week, my cock has done all of my thinking for me and, like a fool, I allowed it to make my decisions.

  From now on, women will be for my pleasure and nothing else. I won’t trust them, and I won’t love them. Rachel making a fool of me was bad enough, but Aubree is worse. So much worse.

  There’s a gentle knock on the door. I steel my spine and say, “Come in.”

  Aubree walks in wearing an oversized black polo shirt and sweatpants. Her face is defiant, but there’s also a trace of confusion. A blush tints her cheeks. She’s glowing from what happened between us and my dick twitches in frustration at not getting its way and sinking into her folds. Too bad I’ll never get the chance to slid balls deep inside her tight pussy again.

  “Tell me what’s going on, Callum. I don’t understand. What just happened between us? Why did you walk away and leave me hanging there like someone you didn’t give a fuck about?”

  I clench my jaw against the rush of want consuming me. There are plenty of other pussys and willing subs who’ll satisfy me. Later, I’ll have Joann sign a contract, something I should have done sooner, but when Aubree confronted me in the auditorium, the only woman I wanted was her.

  Fuck it. I should never have fallen for her wide eye innocent act. It’s all a game to her. I’m the mark. For years, her father has trained her to hate me. The day he left the office, he swore he would make me pay, and now he’s made good on that promise.

  She crosses her arms and tilts her head. “Callum, tell me what’s going on. I haven’t done anything wrong, and I don’t deserve to be treated like this. You said you were going to ask me some questions and wanted me to tell you the truth. You know all there is to know about me.”

  I gesture for her to sit.

  She doesn’t.

  “What can you tell me about this?” I turn the monitor around to face her. She skims her eyes, her lips moving as she reads the post. “You think I had something to do with this? Are you serious right now? There’s no way I’d ever do anything like that. You can’t think I would.”

  I stare her down. “You did.”

  She shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out.

  “You’re your father’s daughter. How much money was he hoping to extort from me this time? Tell me that?” I stand to my full height. She doesn’t back down, and she doesn’t cower, and I somewhat respect her for that. “He didn’t succeed before, and he won’t succeed now.”

  “This is unbelievable. I wouldn’t. I—”

  “Stop lying. Stop.” My words don’t go above a whisper.

  She gives her head a slight shake and purses her lips. “And to think I loved you. Gave myself to you. I allowed you to do things that no man will ever do again.” Her voice cracks and my heart goes to her, but I pull it back and keep the wall I’ve built in place.

  I refuse to believe a word she says. “I have the proof, Aubree.” I slide the emails across the desk. She picks them up and reads them.

  “I didn’t send these,” she says throwing them onto the desk. “Someone must have hacked into my email. They must have. You have to believe me.”

  I slam my fists against the desk so hard, the office door vibrates. “Since the day we met, you’ve lied. I don’t trust a word that comes out of your mouth. Go home and tell the best daddy in the world his plan didn’t work.”

  Fire flashes in her eyes. “You’re disgusting. My father was right. You’re perverted and sick. I hope you rot in this club of yours. I hope I never see you again.”

  I stride toward her until we’re inches apart. “Perverted and sick? You didn’t think that when my cock was buried inside you and you were screaming my name.”

  Her lips twist into an ugly smile. “All part of the act, sweetheart. That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? That my dad and I devised a twisted plan to extort money from you.” She touches a hand to her cheek. “I even had him hit me so it would look more convincing.”

  “Get out of here. But before you go, understand this, if I see anything about the club in a gossip column or on a gossip site again, I’ll be the least of your worries. The men and women who are members here will do everything and anything they can to protect their lives, their reputations, their families. You’re a foolish, stupid little girl. Is there anything you want to say?”

  “It doesn’t matter what I say, does it? Your mind is already made up, and nothing I say will change that. The emails prove my guilt, don’t they?”

  “Leave.”

  She storms out of the office and out of my life. I pick up the phone and call Ed. When he answers, I say, “It’s taken care off. You have to worry about her.”

  “I hope so.”

  I hang up and close my eyes. What a shit show. I don’t have time to grieve a week-long relationship or mourn what could’ve been. I open up the desk drawer and take out the small box I’d hidden there. The ring inside isn’t something I want to acknowledge, so I throw it in the trash.

  No woman, no matter how innocent or how sweet she appears, will make a fool out of me again.

  I pick up the walkie-talkie and say, “Nadine, send Joann in here as soon as she arrives.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Aubree

  Disorientated and devastated, I stumble out of the club. I’m too shocked to cry or react, and besides, Callum Talbot doesn’t deserve to see how much his accusations have destroyed me.

  I shake and shiver and look around the empty street. There’s no sign of Callum
’s driver. And why would there be? Now, as far as Callum’s concerned, I’m the enemy and enemies must be taken down.

  I take out my phone and pull up the Uber app. There’s a car five minutes away, and I request it. I turn around and look up at the building. Is he watching me? Regretting how he treated me? Or is he gloating about how he used my body and my heart?

  Why do that scene with me? Was it because he wanted me vulnerable and wanted to show me who was in charge? Why did he do that stuff with me when he thought I’d betrayed him? When he thought I’d sold stories about him? Calling him sick and perverted was a defense mechanism. He’s neither sick nor perverted. If that’s the case, then so am I. The things he wants and enjoys are the things I want and enjoy too.

  I didn’t send any fucking emails or tell anyone except Ella—who I trust with my life—about the club or its members, but there’s nothing I can do to prove my innocence. And even if I find a way, I’m not sure if I want to be with a man who believes I betrayed him.

  My phone beeps with a text from Johnny.

  No need for you to come back. I’m overstaffed and don’t need you.

  And so, it begins. I raise my hands and scream, “Bring it, you bastard. Throw everything you can at me because you won’t break me.” I’m lying because he’s already broken everything inside of me.

  A silver Toyota Corolla pulls up beside me, and the driver rolls on the window. “You order an Uber?”

  I nod and get into the back of the car. As soon as I close the door, my phone rings. I don't feel like talking to anyone, but I answer it.

  “Hello,” I say.

  “Good afternoon, Miss Miller, my name is Alana Price from Prospect Scholarships. I’m sorry to inform you, but you’re no longer eligible for any kind of financial assistance.”

  “What? No. Why? I haven’t done anything wrong. I’ve kept up my GPA. You can’t do this. I need the scholarship to finish college.”

  “You’ll receive a letter within the next five business days detailing our reasons. Have a blessed day.”