by Anna Edwards
"I've told you before, it's Annie."
"Hello, Annie, then." He gave her a peck on the cheek in greeting. "You’re walking even better than last week." He followed her back into the lounge.
"Yes, now we have no damp, my bones aren't aching as much so I can do a lot more of my physio. Marie?" She called out, "Callum's here."
"I won't be a few minutes, mum."
"She's been trying on different clothes for an hour now. I think not knowing where she is going is making her worry."
"I want it to be a surprise. I'll tell her if she needs to change. Casual will be good, though. I've told her that."
Eventually, Marie appeared, wearing a pair of skinny black jeans that looked pretty much painted on, a thick blue jumper that emphasised her breasts and knee high three-inch heeled boots.
"Is this alright? You said casual." He couldn't keep the little growl of appreciation from slipping from his throat. Annie laughed, and Marie flushed.
"I think that is a yes Meemee. You've rendered the man speechless."
"You'll need gloves, a scarf, and hat if you have them? We're going to be walking for a bit as well. Are you alright in those boots?"
Annie laughed, "Marie has been wearing heels since she was out of nappies. She could probably run a marathon in them if you asked her."
"Mum." She grabbed gloves and a scarf from in the hallways and put them on along with her coat. "Ready to go."
"Do you have an overnight bag?"
"I've got the essentials in here." She pointed to the bag over her shoulder. That was another thing he adored about Marie. Anyone who knew her from the office would probably think that she was high maintenance, but she was far from it. He was willing to bet that the only things she had in that bag were mascara, her toothbrush and paste and a change of knickers.
"Let's go then."
"Let me just say goodbye to Owen, he's eating in the kitchen." He watched as she said her goodbyes. When they emerged into the now dark sky, he put his arm around her.
"So are you going to tell me where we're going yet?"
"We are going to watch the fireworks."
"Fireworks. I forgot it's the fifth of November. Guy Fawkes."
"Yes. Time to celebrate someone wanting to blow up the Houses of Parliament." Oh, the irony.
They rounded a corner and the warmth of the fire hit them. The guy was already burning away at the top. Children were jumping and screaming excitedly. Shouting at their mummies and daddies 'When will the fireworks start?' He bought them both a warm cider and they stood and watched the flames dancing for a little while. She leaned into him and shivered a little.
It was then that it hit him. He'd brought her to see a body (albeit fake) burning. That could have so easily been what happened in Italy.
"Is this alright? It's not too much. Memory wise."
She looked up at him.
"It did cross my mind, but no. There is a story behind this, and it didn't happen to me."
From behind them, there was a whoosh followed by a bang and a colourful explosion in the sky. The fireworks had started.
"I haven't seen fireworks in years. How did you know about this?"
"My dad always used to bring me when I was younger."
"You lived around here?"
"No, he worked nearby and had a flat here. He liked the display and the food stalls, so mum and I often came up to meet him."
"Are you an only child?"
"Does it show?"
"No. I just wondered."
"Yes, my parents tried for more children, but it never happened. My mum called me her little blessing. I wasn't always good as a youngster, in fact, I'm pretty confident I'm the reason my dad went grey early, but we get on really well. I still live with them."
"You still live with your parents?"
"Not exactly the flash lover you wanted?"
"It just surprises me. I thought you would have a shag pad."
He laughed. "I probably did have what you call a shag pad, but circumstances changed and it just seemed easier to move back in with my parents."
"Do they need your help?"
"No. They're both perfectly fit and healthy. Mum's constantly going to one social function or another. Anyway, enough of my parents. Do you want something to eat?"
"Just one final question, please."
"Alright?"
"Do you think it is wise me coming back to yours tonight? I mean they haven't met me, and I coming back so we can have sex."
"I booked us a hotel room for the night." His heart started to beat faster at the thought. "I want you all to myself."
"Ok," She bit her lip. "In that case, yes I'm hungry. Can we get hot doughnuts?"
"Doughnuts?" She nodded quickly. "Whatever the lady wants."
"Well, I wasn't eating biscuits all morning. I need some sugar to give me energy. Especially if I have a full night in a hotel with you...and it is Saturday tomorrow so no work."
"Wait here." He kissed the tip of her nose and with deadly purpose stalked towards the doughnut van.
"I want twenty-four hot doughnuts."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Marie
Callum pushed open the door for her, and Marie preceded him into the hotel bedroom, rubbing her hands together to try and get them warm. After finishing the doughnuts between them, without being sick, though she wasn't sure how, they’d decided to walk to the hotel to burn some of the calories. It had gotten late in the evening, and a frost had developed in the air. Her nose tingled as it began to warm up. She sneezed.
“You didn’t get too cold, did you?" Callum immediately looked concerned.
"No, I just seem to feel the cold a lot lately. I think it is from finally having heating after so many years."
He pulled the cover off the bed and wrapped it around her.
"Warm up. I'll get us some drinks. I won't be long."
He disappeared out of the room. She was starting to get the heat back into her body. A quick bathroom visit to wee and refresh her breath with mouthwash and she was back in the room waiting for Callum. It was time to get comfortable. She took off her jeans and jumper, making sure to leave on the sexy Victoria Secrets underwear she had treated herself to, climbed under the sheets, and waited for Callum. It wasn't long before he returned with chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of Prosecco.
"I found us a treat."
"Hmm.. strawberries." She rose to her knees and allowed the covers to billow down around her waist. "Do you want to eat yours off me?"
He placed the food and wine down on the solid oak dressing table. "As tempting as that offer is, right now, no. For our first time together I just want you and me. No props, if you know what I mean. I just want to learn that beautiful body of yours, inside and out."
He leant forward and kissed her, his teeth lightly gripping her lip and tugging it when he pulled away. This time she chased his mouth.
They'd been dancing around each other for over a month now, and it was way past time for two to become one. He was a dominant though. Could she touch him without his permission? She reached for the hem of his t-shirt, brought her eyes to meet his, seeking permission. He placed his hands over hers and helped to discard the offending navy garment. His skin was smooth. He seemed to sense that she wanted to explore him first, so he lay back on the bed, placed his arms under his head, and with a welcoming smile allowed her. She met his lips again before travelling over the apex of his collar bone towards his well-defined pecs. She bit lightly at one of his nipples, and he groaned. Slowly she lowered herself down his body, kissing and savouring the salty taste of his masculinity. His spicy essence added to her lasciviousness and she was quickly pooling with desire between her thighs.
"Lower," he ordered, and she dared to undo the zip of his pants. Holy fuck! He was commando and sprung out like a rigid flagpole before her. He was also bloody massive, not just in length but also in girth. He was never going to fit that inside her, not without leaving her unable to walk fo
r a week. She pulled his trousers down. His heavy balls hung tightly below.
"You wanted to explore all of me. Tell me what I taste like."
She took her tongue and licked the whole of his length. He was fresh but tasted like pure sex. The tip held a bead of pre-cum, and she lapped it up.
"You taste amazing. I can't wait to swallow your cum one day." She took him fully into her mouth and worked him in and out. She could barely fit even half his length in. She made a mental note to work on her gag reflex.
"Fuck. I need inside you now."
He threw her over so she was flat on her back and he was between her thighs.
"Are you particularly attached to this underwear?"
"Would you be angry if I said yes?"
"Damnit."
He shifted her again and undid the clasp of her bra. When he revealed her breasts, they instantly pebbled. Damn those smouldering eyes of his. They could melt the panties right off her. He made short work of said panties, sliding them down her legs. Leaving them both naked together.
"So wet already. Did you like sucking my cock?"
"It's something I plan on repeating again rather soon. I want to swallow it all."
"Patience, kitten." He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his wallet, and pulled a condom out of it.
"I'm clean and on the pill." She blurted it out before she even realised what she said. She tried to quickly qualify what she said. "I mean, I have regular physicals as part of my healthcare plan with North Enterprises, and I had heavy periods as a child, so they put me on the pill to stop them. We don't have to but if you would prefer to use a condom. I just trust you, and if you own me, then neither of us will be going anywhere else."
He placed his finger against her lips and threw the condom on the floor. “I’m clean as well. Same medical plan.” He thrust inside her, taking his time so that he didn’t hurt her.
"If I can have you bareback then I'm damn well doing it." He pulled out slowly, teasingly, agonisingly. "I'm clean as well. Tested regularly at the club, not that I've been there since I met you."
"Maybe that could be our next date." She closed her eyes as mild panic started to set in. He was dominant. Would he expect her to wear a collar and crawl around on her knees like a cat? Oh God, he’d called her kitten. She had read a book before where the dominant did that.
"Open your eyes." He withdrew from her. "What were you thinking? You tightened up and not in the right way. Did I hurt you?"
"No. No." She brought her hand behind his neck and pulled him back down to her lips.
His eyes darkened, and this time not in a good way. There was fury behind them. He pushed off the bed and pulled on his trousers, struggling somewhat to get his still hard erection to go back into them.
"I'm not doing this until you tell me what went through your head."
She huffed down into the bed and pulled the cover over her head. It was the act of a petulant child, she was horny and needed to come, he was a stubborn arse. She screamed into the duck down duvet before pulling it down and rapidly firing off her thoughts.
"I thought that maybe you'd want me to wear a collar when we go to a club and crawl around on all fours like a kitten. I heard that there are butt plugs that have tails and everything. I didn't like it, and I think if you want me to do that then we're going to have issues."
He let out a laugh.
"What?" She flushed red, part with anger and part with embarrassment.
He lowered his trousers again, came back over to the bed and climbed on top of her. She tried to push him away, but he used his strength to pin her in place.
"I think I'm going to have to give you some new books to read." He went to kiss her, and she turned away.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not as clued up on BDSM as you are. Maybe the only place that I can read about it is in books. There is no need to make fun of me."
"I'm not making fun of you. I'm sorry. I just think it is, I don't know, sweet. Marie, I can honestly say to you I will never stick a butt plug inside you with a tail and make you crawl around on all fours. Yes, I will ask you to wear my collar if we go to a club, but that is only to show everyone in the place that you are mine, and they need to keep their fucking hands off. I'm not a lifestyle Dominant. The only place I will expect you to submit to me is in the bedroom but only when you are ready to. I may also use techniques like I did with your spanking in the flat when I need to get through to you about something. But believe me, if I put you in a room with Sonia for a few hours, you would learn a lot of submissive tricks to put me in my place when I'm stubborn or an idiot." He stroked down the side of her face, a tender gesture that had her heart melting again. "I love the feisty you. When you told James he couldn't have coffee and biscuits today, it was all I could do not to jump you and fuck you on his desk."
"You call me kitten…"
"I told you why before. You’re spirited and I love it. I'm also beginning to learn that you purr a lot when you're horny."
"I don't."
He ripped the sheets back, thrust her legs open and bit down on her already sensitive clit."
She purred.
"See."
"Damn you, Callum Ashworth. Make me come, please."
"Whatever you ask for my little kitten."
He thrust back inside her, the ache surging through her entire body as he found a rhythm that had her almost singing like an in-heat cat on a hot tin roof. He shifted and the tip of his cock ground against her g-spot. Within seconds she was panting for air as she exploded around him. People had said to her before you know when you've found the perfect partner. They just fit. And Callum sure as hell fitted. He found her clit, squeezed it, and she climaxed again, her legs spasming as he continued to ride through her orgasm.
He still hadn't come.
"Damn, you're gripping me like a vice. I'm never going to want to get out of you."
She was breathless, and a sheen of fine sweat covered Callum as his thrusting became more urgent. He flicked her clit, and she went over the zenith again. This time she screamed his name, and he called hers as he seemed to endlessly empty himself inside her. He collapsed, manoeuvred her so he was still inside her but was able to bring her into his arms.
'"I. I er." She couldn't seem to get even a single word out.
"That good huh?"
She nodded.
His cock was still twitching inside her. Every time it did, she let out a whimper of satisfaction.
"I think it is only fair to tell you, Marie."
"What?" She questioned.
"I'm going to want to go again in about half an hour. I hope you didn't plan on getting any sleep tonight."
"Seriously? That long?"
His cock started to harden inside her again.
"Well, shit. That has never happened before. I think Marie Easton. My body has decided you're the perfect woman."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Callum
Callum rolled over in the luxurious, super-king bed. A hint of daylight flooded through a crack in the curtain. Marie was not in bed with him. He sat up and rubbed his tired eyes. They'd only got a few hours’ sleep after making love three more times. On the final time, he had 'kinked it up' as Marie had called it, and tied her to the bed, blindfolded her, and made her come with his only his mouth.
"Marie?" She popped her head around the bathroom door. There was a pink toothbrush in her mouth, and he noticed she had on his t-shirt. She held a finger up to tell him one minute before disappearing, and he heard her spit the toothpaste out. He needed a wee. It was still early stages in their relationship, but she was going to have to get used to this. Without bothering to cover himself up, he strode buck naked into the bathroom and started to do his business. Marie stood there, stunned, the toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
"Get used to it. We're in a relationship. Now are you coming back to bed?" He shook himself off, flushed, washed his cock and hands and left her still standing silently in the bathroom. "Kitten?" He called
.
She popped her head around the door again. She raised her finger and opened her mouth as if she was going to say something but stopped and gave the biggest smile he'd ever seen. She then took a run for the bed, jumping on it and into his arms.
"What was that for?"
"You were normal around me."
"Normal?"
"Yeah. You needed to pee and went. I was afraid things might be awkward this morning. That was why I was cleaning my teeth, so I could leave quickly if I needed to."
"Do you feel awkward?"
"No. I loved last night. It's just..."
He lifted her chin back up when she looked down.
"It's been so long since I've done anything like this, and before it was nearly always one night stands."
"Well, then every man you've been with before is a stupid idiot. How sore are you?"
"A little, but I'll be alright." She shifted as if testing down there.
"Good. Cause we never did eat those strawberries."
She laughed, one that spoke of pure unadulterated happiness.
He flipped her over and slid inside her, knowing she would be wet for him. He was falling for her so quickly. She was everything he'd ever wanted. Kind, funny, beautiful, feisty, but most of all honest. The niggling doubt in his head that he was lying to her about who he was surfaced. He pulled out and got off the bed. His dick protested. He ignored it.
"Callum?" She sat up; concern etched on her face. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"
"No. It's me. Get dressed." Her face deflated, tears pooled in her eyes.
"You want me to leave?" Her lips quivered as she spoke.
"No, no. I need to show something. Please."
"Is this the end?" She wiped a tear away when it fell.
"What? No." He hesitated. "This is I love you, Marie Easton. I need to tell you who I really am. I want to be honest."
She climbed out of bed, wrapping her arms around him.
"Can you tell me here while I lay in your arms?"
"Not possible. Please." He's voice was beseeching in its urgency, he didn’t even consider using his Dom’s voice, it was far too important.