by Eden Bradley
He began to unravel something from a package, but Callie couldn’t tell what it was, though it sounded kind of crinkly. He came to the head of the bed, and she saw he was holding a long length of gold garland. “Hands.” Eyebrow raised, she offered him her hands, and he tied them together. Sir went into the attached bath and came back with a towel, which he placed underneath her. Her eyebrow rose again, but Jack simply smiled and left the room.
“Now where did he go?”
Callie jumped when Jack answered. “Forgot something in the playroom.” He grinned down at her. “Didn’t hear me coming, did you?” Holding up a contraption, he said, “Spread those lovely thighs for me, baby.” There’s that ‘baby’ again. She did, and he attached a leather cuff at about mid-thigh. A small spreader bar stretched between them. He ran the garland through the D bolts on each cuff, which basically formed a triangle of garland going from her hands to her legs. “Hmmm, that’s going to be too much pressure on your poor wrists,” he murmured. “Aha! An idea…” Sir left the room again, and Callie shook her head in amusement. She’d never seen this side of him—he was like a kid in a candy store.
He came back with a bunch of cords and other items and dropped them on the floor. “I bought this restraining system years ago but never really used it. It’ll be perfect for my purposes today, though.” He set out attaching the cords to what Callie presumed were the legs of the bed frame. He brought them up and attached one to each wrist. “That should help. Comfortable?”
“As comfortable as I can be with my thighs spread wider than they are at my gynecologist’s office,” Callie joked. Her gaze darted to his face, but he just threw his head back and laughed.
“Good. Let me know if anything pulls.” He sat on the bed next to her torso and, leaning down, took one of her breasts into his mouth. Suckling hard, he moaned against her nipple, and Callie shuddered. “You taste so fucking good…” After repeating the action with her other breast, he reattached the nipple shields she’d been wearing earlier and stepped back. “What a picture.” He cocked his head to the side. “But you’re missing one thing…” Reaching down to the foot of the bed, he produced the vibrator he’d given her yesterday. He applied lube to the vaginal and anal pieces of the toy and slid it home inside her, turning it to low. Callie’s back arched. “Shh. Can’t have you coming too soon.”
“No, can’t have that,” Callie grumbled.
Jack laughed again. “By the way, tonight you have permission to come as often as you want to, and I intend to keep at you until you pass out.” He winked at her, and she could only stare at him. Where had her Sir gone? She wasn’t complaining, though she loved him just the way he was. Her eyes widened as that thought echoed like a mantra in her head.
Love him love him love him love him love him…
Callie hadn’t intended to love Jack again, but she did. She’d loved him before; apparently the feeling had never really gone away, it had just lain dormant. If she told him now, would he welcome the news? When they’d been together before, Jack hadn’t said he loved Callie, and yet his intensity had scared her. She hadn’t been sure she could live with someone who expected so much of her and yet didn’t love her. This time she refused to accept anything less than everything. Last time he’d given her his body, but it hadn’t been nearly enough. Now she wanted his very soul.
“Little one, what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing.”
“Are you sure? The restraints aren’t too tight? Talk to me.”
“It’s nothing. Really. I’m okay.”
He gave her a look, and she shivered. “If we were having normal play, I wouldn’t let you get away with that, but for now, I’ll let it slide.”
Callie released a slow breath. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Call me Jack. Tonight I just want to be Jack.”
“Jack…” She rolled the word around on her tongue, but then startled as she realized she’d been calling him Jack in her head all night. How strange.
He took a hold of her dangling foot and nuzzled up and into the inside of her knee. “When I make you come tonight, my beauty, I want you to scream my name.”
“Okay,” was all she managed to get out around the hitch of breath his words caused. What was he doing to her?
~ * ~
TEN
Jack stared down at Callie. She was his, whether she knew it or not. If she didn’t know now, she soon would.
He went back to the pile of things on the bed and extracted a package of tinsel. She eyed it suspiciously.
“What are you planning to do with that?”
Jiggling the vibrator within her until she arched once more, he said, “You’ll see.”
Callie heaved a sigh he was sure she would never dare to if they were doing a scene in the playroom, and he smiled to himself. He loved being a Dom—it was his natural state of being—but with Callie, Jack found himself wanting to not only dominate her but know her, to see what made her tick, to love her.
Love her?
Tilting his head, he regarded Callie again. She squirmed as much as she was able to in her bonds. Before, he’d been obsessed with her, but this time was different. Jack wasn’t stupid—he knew what had changed. The moment he’d seen her at that party, he’d known. He was in love with her. Sure his cock had jumped the moment he’d spied her, but more than that, his heart had turned over in his chest. He’d felt alive again for the first time in years. Yes, he was in love with his little subbie. But could he make her believe it?
The tinsel now unwrapped, he took a chunk of it in each hand and dropped the rest. Approaching her, he ran the tinsel over her bare skin, and she shuddered. “Gonna torture me with that?”
“Maybe,” he drawled, leaving pieces of it scattered along her belly and up over her breasts. Trailing more over her arms and neck, he watched her face. “You hate being tickled, don’t you?”
“Not a big fan.”
“Perhaps this will help.” Reaching down, he turned the vibrator up one more notch, and she moaned. “Does it feel good, baby?”
“So good.”
“Do you like the piece vibrating in your ass?”
“Very much. It…”—her brow furrowed as she searched for the right word—”Adds something.”
“Yes, I would think so. You love having your ass filled, don’t you?” He turned up the vibrator again as he spoke, and Callie’s back bowed as she moaned. “Callie? Answer me, baby.”
“Yes,” she said as little more than a hiss. “Love having my ass filled.”
“And I love filling it.” Callie moaned again, and Jack’s cock twitched. Backing away from the bed, he began to undress, fearing if he didn’t lessen the constriction on his dick soon, he’d pass out. When he was fully naked, he knelt between her spread thighs. Taking hold of the vibrator, he began to move it in and out of her body with short, shallow strokes.
“Please, Jack, please…” Plunging the vibrator in all the way, he pushed the dial to the highest setting, and Callie exploded. Her eyes closed, and her lips parted on a long, sensual groan as her entire body tensed. Jack moved the vibe in and out a few times and then withdrew it, fastening his mouth to her engorged clit. She screamed his name.
He pulled away long enough to growl, “That’s it, baby, give it to me. Come for me. Again.” Flicking his tongue over her clit over and over, he helped her ride through a second climax. After taking one final, long lick, Jack sat up. He cupped her face. “Can you take more? I want to be inside you so badly.” She nodded, and he slid two fingers inside her. “So wet for me.”
“Always.”
Jack removed the bar spreading her thighs and pushed forward, sinking into her wet heat balls-deep. Pulling back, he pushed in again and released a low groan. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t stand it. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Callie giggled, and he covered the sound with his mouth. She sucked on his tongue, and he nearly lost it. He had to marshal every bit of control he’d learned as a Dominant in o
rder to forestall his orgasm. He’d be damned if he’d come before he’d made Callie break apart in his arms at least one more time.
Reaching down, he let his fingers play along the top of her slit until the tips made contact with her clit. Callie sucked in a breath as he began to work her with the short strokes of his cock and the tight circles he made with his fingers.
Callie cried out, and her pussy clenched around his cock in the most delicious way. He rode her out, thrusting shallowly as the rhythmic contractions continued and then finally abated. As she began to quiet down, Jack was struck with inspiration. Withdrawing from her warm, wet body, he hopped off the bed.
She looked incredulous. “Where are you going?”
Jack smiled at her. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” Callie let out a soft grumble, and he couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her lips before he left the room. Hurrying to the kitchen, he opened the fridge, grabbed the item he was looking for, along with a washcloth in warm water, and went back to his bedroom.
Callie looked at him askance. “Thirsty?”
“Yep.”
“What are you going to do with that?”
He flashed her a grin as he opened the container of eggnog. “Pour it on your breasts and lick it off.”
Callie moaned. Very carefully Jack poured the sweet concoction over one plump breast in thin streams. Sealing his mouth over each trail of liquid, he slowly licked and sucked her clean. “Mmm, delicious. Just the right amount of spice.” Callie laughed and then shifted restlessly as Jack massaged her other breast while he continued to clean the first. As she pushed her breast into his hand, he muttered, “So responsive…”
Pulling away, he picked up the carton and gave the second breast the same treatment. After that he poured some into her navel and on her belly and proceeded to lick both areas clean. After swiping over her torso with the washcloth, he paused, considering.
“What?”
“Just thinking…” Leaving the room again, he heard Callie blow out an exasperated sigh. He chuckled, figuring she wouldn’t be all that exasperated once she discovered what he was planning. Striding into the living room, he removed several candy canes from the Christmas tree and brought them back into the bedroom.
He had his candy canes delivered every year from a little store he’d discovered in Connecticut when he’d traveled to the area for a conference years ago. They used real peppermint oil in them, and they packed quite a punch, especially since they were about a foot tall and two inches across. He couldn’t even imagine eating one of those store-bought monstrosities after sampling these.
Callie spied the canes in his hand. “Still hungry?”
“Very. But not for the candy cane.” Opening one, he bit off a small chunk and began to chew. When his mouth was all cooled off from the minty essence of the candy, he knelt between Callie’s legs and took her clit into his mouth. She bucked, and he continued to suckle, flicking with the flat of his tongue.
“It feels…”
He glanced up at her face. She was staring back at him, her face full of wonder. “What?”
“Can’t describe it.” Callie bit her lip and then after a moment said, “Tingly, cold.”
“Do you like it?”
“I like everything you do to me.”
He smirked. They both knew that wasn’t true. “Good answer.” Returning to his former place, he caught her clit between his teeth and gently pulled. Callie let out a screech, and he only stopped long enough to chew more of the candy cane before placing long licks from bottom to top. Taking what was left of the cane, he swirled it in the entrance to her pussy and then pushed his tongue in to lap up the stickiness. Unable to resist, he began fucking her with it using shallow strokes, switching between watching her face and her pussy. Callie tightened down on the candy cane and came on a low, keening cry.
Satisfied for the time being, Jack freed her from her restraints and then went and started the shower. After helping Callie in, he went back and stripped the bed. He threw the sheets and the towel that had been underneath her in the wash and remade the bed. When Callie appeared a few moments later, her skin still pink from the shower, his cock jumped. She noticed, and a grin spread over her face. Coming toward him, she pushed him down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She let the towel she’d been wearing pool at her feet and knelt in front of him.
“Baby, you don’t have to do this.”
She looked at his erection and then up at him. “I want to. I want you in my mouth. I need to taste you.”
Jack groaned. “You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me.” He glanced down at his dick, which was currently straining toward Callie. “Or perhaps you do.” Callie took him all the way down to the root, and his toes curled into the thick rug below them. Swearing, he did his best to let her control things for once, even though every fiber of his being wanted to grab her head in both hands and thrust into her willing mouth. Leaning back, he grasped the comforter and willed himself not to let go as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. “So good, baby, so fucking good…”
“Mmm…” Callie responded, and Jack felt the vibration all the way up his dick. He was close to losing control and couldn’t believe how quickly she’d brought him to this point.
“I can’t take it,” he panted.
Callie leaned back and glanced up at him. “So don’t. Come for me, Jack. Come in my mouth.”
That was all he needed to hear. As soon as she tightened her gorgeous lips around his cock, he exploded, sending ribbon after ribbon of semen down her throat. She moaned and continued to milk his climax out of him until finally, gasping for desperately needed oxygen, he reached down and pulled himself out of her mouth.
Hauling her up, he lay back as she straddled him. He grabbed her and brought her lips to his, kissing her and trying to tell her with his mouth everything he was feeling in his heart. Callie responded, pulling his tongue into her mouth to suck on it. He tasted himself in her mouth, and that only inflamed him more. His cock began to harden again. “I need you again. Make me hard, and then ride me,” he growled. At his age he was pretty lucky to get it up twice, and he thanked his lucky stars this seemed to be one time the sex gods had smiled upon him.
She took his cock in both of her hands and began to stroke up and down his shaft. Amazingly, considering everything they’d done today, Jack was leaking pre-cum at a steady rate, and Callie used it to ease her way. He lay there, trying to remember to breathe as she continued her ministrations. After several moments, Callie rose and positioned him at the entrance to her channel and slowly sank down, impaling herself on him. Looking down, she gave him a cheeky grin. “Not gonna tie me up this time?”
“Don’t get lippy, or I’ll spank you tomorrow.”
“Not tonight?”
“Not tonight. But you’ll feel my belt tomorrow if you’re not a good girl. I told you tonight wasn’t about that, but I am still your Master. Don’t forget that.” He watched as Callie swallowed hard.
“I won’t.”
He grabbed her hips. “Now ride me. Fuck me hard, Callie. Give me everything.”
Nice double entendre, dude.
But she didn’t seem to notice. Callie rose and then sank down on his hard cock again and again, and Jack couldn’t help the groan that started deep in his chest. Although he loved dominating and squeezing every bit of pleasure for both himself and his submissive out of a scene, every now and then it was nice to have a good, vanilla fuck.
Grabbing Callie by the hips, he began to control the pace, thrusting upward with his hips and then pulling her back down onto his erection. After a long, luscious time of enjoying the fit of her body to his, Jack felt the familiar stirrings of his climax and took Callie’s clit between his fore- and middle fingers, rubbing and pulling until her pussy started to contract around him.
“Come for me.”
Callie moaned in response, biting her lip.
“Let me hear it—let me hear how much you love the way
I fuck you.”
She opened her mouth, but the only sound that came out was another moan.
“Do you like my cock? Tell me, or I’ll stop.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Like the way I fill your greedy little pussy?”
“Oh,” she answered when he punctuated his question with an especially hard thrust upward. “Yes, I like it.” Callie was beginning to pant, and Jack knew her release wasn’t far off.
Rolling her underneath him, he pounded into her with relentless strokes, dragging his cockhead almost to the entrance of her channel before plunging back inside. “Fuck, yes, give it to me,” Jack growled.
“Yes!” Callie cried as her pussy clamped down on him like a vise. His back arched as his climax took over, and he poured himself into her. When he finally stopped, he was seeing spots and his head was spinning. Jack collapsed on top of her, never wanting to move again. As soon as he was able to, though, he forced himself to roll to the side. His eyes were shut, but he felt the bed dip as Callie rose, but couldn’t find the strength to wonder where she went. A short time later, she rejoined him, and once Jack knew Callie was next to him, he was asleep within seconds.
The next day he rose early, as he generally did, and looked over at Callie. He’d half expected to panic when he saw her long hair spilling over his pillow, but instead a deep sense of contentment settled over him. Smiling, he got out of bed, pulled on sweats, and padded to the kitchen. After brewing a pot of coffee, he sat down with the newspaper and waited for Callie to get up. He’d worked her over pretty well the night before and wouldn’t have been surprised if she slept until noon, but shortly after nine she poked her head into the kitchen, wrapped up in his robe again.