Black Forever
Victoria Quinn
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Black Forever
Copyright © 2017 by Victoria Quinn
All Rights Reserved
1
Calloway
The sound of the whip was amplified in my ear, sounding three times as loud and three times as powerful. My fingers gripped the leather handle like it might slip away at any moment. I lashed it across her back and her ass, making her moan and cry at the exact same time.
I finally felt like myself again.
When I told Isabella what to do, she obeyed. Having that unfaltering obedience gave me an adrenaline rush like no other. I had the power once more, the absolute control. I got what I wanted and was respected as the strong Dom that I was.
Her back was marked extensively, and I had my fill. I replaced the whip on the stand and took a seat on the leather sofa against the wall. My heart was still beating a million miles a minute, throbbing inside my chest like I’d just won a marathon.
Isabella remained on her knees, not moving despite the uncomfortable position. She didn’t raise her head or lift her gaze. She stayed still like a statue, fulfilling her role as a sub beautifully.
I propped my fingers across my mouth, letting my fingertips rest against my bottom lip. I stared at where she waited, enjoying the silent power I had over her. Jackson left long ago, retreating to his office so I could have privacy to be the man I truly was.
After making her sit just like that for nearly ten minutes, I allowed her to move. “You can relax.”
She immediately pulled her legs from underneath her because she was uncomfortable. She felt the marks along her back then turned her gaze on me.
“Eyes on the floor,” I barked. “I never gave you permission to look at me.”
She snapped her neck and stared at the floor, making up for the error by being still.
My body tightened in approval at her reaction, overwhelmed by the high her obedience gave me. My fingers moved over the stubble of my chin while the other hand made a fist. I couldn’t combat the joy that coursed through my veins. I felt more alive than I had in nearly a year. Instead of feeling guilty or ashamed, I felt free. “You’re not to touch me. Do you understand?” My own voice echoed back at me, amplified by the four solid walls surrounding us. It was amazing how quickly I fell back into place. It was like my true self had never left in the first place. This was the man I was all along—underneath my mask.
Isabella’s eyes didn’t move.
“You may speak.”
Like the good submissive she was, she didn’t do anything unless I specifically allowed it. “Yes.”
I growled in response, telling her that wasn’t the right answer.
“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly, her breathing deep and erratic. She fell right back into our dance, her arousal obvious in the way she licked her lips. There would be no touching, and certainly, no fucking. But it would get her aroused for the man she chose to sleep with.
“You will do as I say, when I command it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’re not monogamous. You’re free to be with any Dom you want. But when I walk in here, you’re mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I felt like a king in that moment, a man with more power than a superhero. I was a Dom again, the darker version of myself. The fact that it felt so natural only convinced me what I was doing was necessary, not wrong. “Get on the bed. Ass in the air.”
She nearly ran to the bed because she was so excited, probably hoping I would fuck her like a dog in heat.
“One hand on your left cheek.” I didn’t get up from my spot on the couch. My hands came together and rested in my lap.
She balanced herself on her knees and one arm before she placed her left hand on her ass cheek.
“Spank yourself, Isabella. Hard.”
I’d never asked her to do anything like this, so she hesitated.
“What did I say, Isabella?” My voice turned threatening all on its own.
She smacked her palm against her left cheek, making a loud clapping noise.
“You can do better than that.”
She did it harder, this time leaving a handprint.
I stared at her with satisfaction. “We’re going to do ten of those. You’re going to count with me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go.”
She pulled her hand back before she slapped it hard against her left cheek, making it turn red along with the whip marks I already gave her. Her breath came out shaky, her words a whisper. “One…”
“That wasn’t good enough, Isabella. Start over.”
Her hand shook before she obeyed, slapping herself harder. This time, her word came out loud. “One…”
2
Rome
I didn’t know when Calloway would be home, so I had dinner and put the leftovers in the fridge. I had some laundry to do along with other chores, and without him there to distract me, I got things done pretty quickly.
For some reason, I loved taking out his collared shirts from the hamper and putting them in the wash. They were infused with his smell, a mixture of his cologne, masculinity, and the aftershave he slapped on his face and neck after he shaved in the morning. I always pulled the shirts to my chest and smelled them before they were washed on cold. Tom was the one who dropped off his suits from the dry cleaners, and they were usually hanging in the hallway right when we got home. I pulled the plastic wrap from them and placed them on his side of the closet. Calloway’s shoes were shined too, looking just as nice as the day he purchased them.
After vacuuming the floors and doing the dishes, I suddenly felt light-headed. A sensation started deep inside my stomach, and I needed to sit just for balance. I pulled out one of the dining chairs and took a seat, feeling my heart swell three times in size.
I was happy.
I loved sharing a house with Calloway. I’d never lived with a man before, but I also fantasized it would be this way. His presence would linger even when he was no longer in the house. I wouldn’t care about picking up after him because it was just another way to be close to him. I had a connection with his personal things, knowing they complemented who he was as a man.
I knew I wanted this forever.
Calloway still hadn’t told me he loved me, but he showed it every single day. I saw it in the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, and certainly the way he loved me. I wore the black ring he gave me every day, and I couldn’t recall a time when I didn’t see him wearing his. It felt like we were married already—for the most part.
But I still wanted the real thing.
In time, I knew we would get there. Calloway still struggled to let go of his old ways. He would have to make peace with that on his own. But whenever he was ready, I would be ready too.
The front door opened, and I heard his footsteps against the hardwood floor.
Once I knew he was home, I left the chair and circled from the kitchen to the living room since it opened to the entryway. “How’d it go—” I stopped when I saw the intense look on his face, the unexplained ferocity in his blue eyes. I’d seen that look countless times. He gave it to me right before he fucked me so hard I screamed in ecstasy. The scorching stare didn’t suggest he was simply horny or in the mood for sex.
He just wanted me.
“Take. Off. Your. Dress.” His arms remained by his sides, but he suffocated me with his violent stare. “Now.”
If he bossed me around in any other context, he’d get a good slap across the face. But when he looked so sexy as he made his demands, I didn’t care about my pride. My pussy was already humming to life, beginning to soak for this man.
My fingers moved behind me, and I unzipped my dress from top to bottom. Once it was loose, it started to fall down my figure. Slowly, it moved to the floor until it landed at my feet.
Calloway’s eyes swept over my body, violating me with his piercing stare. “Now the bra.”
I unclasped it and let it fall. My tits immediately felt cold when they weren’t pressed against his chest. The nipples hardened and turned a deeper shade of pink.
“The thong.” Even though he didn’t raise his voice, his words reached every corner of the room.
I pulled it down my legs and let it fall on top of the rest of my clothes. The only thing left was my shoes, but since he didn’t tell me to take them off, I left them on. I was suddenly in a responsive mood, waiting for direction rather than making the decisions for myself.
He walked to me, taking his time even though his legs gave him a long stride. When he stopped in front of me, he didn’t touch me as I hoped he would. He removed his jacket without taking his eyes off of me. Then he unbuttoned his collared shirt, undoing one button at a time. He seemed to be taking forever on purpose, teasing me for as long as possible. “I’m hungry.”
I hoped he wasn’t hungry for food.
“Get on the dining table.” He undid his belt, his hands working at their own discretion.
I moved to the large table made of cherry then waited for more direction, unsure what position he wanted me in.
The belt zipped out of the loops then hit the tile floor. “On your back.”
I turned around and pulled myself up, my legs dangling over the side.
Calloway grabbed my hips then adjusted me on the table, my ass barely hanging off the edge. He pulled up a chair then took a seat right at my opening, his shirt wide open. He gripped the backs of my thighs then spread me wide apart as he moved his face in and pressed a kiss to my lips.
Wow.
I closed my eyes as I felt his lips caress me gently, moving between my folds then around my clitoris. He worked slowly and gave me purposeful kisses, stimulating my entire body as well as my mind.
My hands glided over my tits then crawled into his scalp. I dug my fingers into his thick hair and held on to his head, my hips slowly rocking with his mouth to heighten the pleasure. “Calloway…” I was already in heaven, being adored by the man I loved. He was the only man who could make me crumble like this, and I couldn’t keep from saying his name the second his mouth was on my pussy.
He ate me out for fifteen minutes, making me come twice in the meantime. I just got to lie there and enjoy it, feeling Calloway love me with his tongue. I touched my tits and played with my nipples, still rocking with him.
Calloway moved farther south and suddenly kissed me in a place he never had before. His tongue stroked me until my opening could finally relax. Then he slipped his tongue inside my asshole, wetting it with his saliva.
I wasn’t sure what to think. I liked it, but in a different way.
He continued for a few minutes before he stood up and dropped his slacks and boxers. He grabbed my hand and shoved two fingers inside his mouth, sucking on them until they were slightly pruned. Then he placed them at my back entrance. “Finger yourself, sweetheart.”
The only reason why I did it was because Calloway told me to. He’d never led me wrong before, so I slipped one finger inside then two.
“Good.” He pointed his cock inside my pussy then shoved himself inside, stretching me with his huge dick. A dark gleam settled in his eyes as he thrust into me on the table. He gripped the backs of my knees as his cock impaled me over and over, moving through my slippery slickness.
It felt so good that I didn’t care what my fingers were doing.
Calloway didn’t give me any expression of affection, not like he usually did when we made love. Now he looked angry, his jaw tense and his eyes unforgiving. It looked like he just wanted to fuck me—plain and simple.
Not that I minded.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out before he grabbed his cock and pressed it at my other entrance.
Goddamn.
He’d fucked me in the ass before, and it was definitely an experience I’d never forget. It felt like he was going to rip me in half because his length was so large inside me. I tried to get used to it but was never successful. What turned me on was how much Calloway enjoyed it.
He pressed his head into my tight little hole and pushed. My body struggled to accommodate him because his entrance was so intrusive. I tried to relax, but the pressure only made me tighten up more.
Calloway pushed until he got his dick inside. Then he slowly entered until he was he nearly covered to the hilt. He gripped both of my hips then adjusted me on the table, my ass hanging over the edge. He started to thrust inside me, ramming into my tight channel like he owned it as much as every other part of my body.
It was painful at first, but I got used to it. With every thrust, I felt so full, like I could explode at any moment. I watched Calloway, six feet and three inches of all man, as he fucked me on the kitchen table.
His right hand migrated between my legs, and he pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing it aggressively as he thrust harder into my ass.
My head rolled back, and I released an involuntary moan. Being touched in both places made my body hum to life. My nerve endings were firing all over the place, sensory overload. He’d already made me come twice, but I knew another one was just over the horizon.
Calloway’s gaze was glued to mine as his thrusts turned aggressive. He fucked me harder and faster, ramming his enormous cock inside me. A quiet grunt escaped his lips from time to time. “You.” He thrust harder. “Are.” His hand moved around my neck. “Mine.” The muscles of his stomach tightened with every movement he made. The sweat that dripped down his body gave it a sheen that reflected the light from the chandelier above me. His thumb worked my clitoris harder, trying to bring me to home plate before he finished.
The dark arousal in his eyes was what made me snap. I loved it when he possessed me like this, took complete ownership of me the second he walked in the door. He couldn’t wait a minute, not even a second, to have me. He did things with me I would never allow any other man to do—because he was special.
His cock thickened noticeably inside my ass, and I knew what was coming next. “Come. Now.”
I didn’t dare disobey him when he was like this. My body heeded his command like it had a mind of its own, and I was swept away by the ecstasy that took my body to a heavenly place. I lay my head back and stared at the ceiling, my vision becoming blurry because the explosion was so powerful.
He gripped me tighter and thrust himself harder into me, coming with a loud moan as he filled me with his hot seed. “Fuck.” His hand tightened around my neck, but he forced himself to release his hand, knowing he was taking it too far. He inserted himself to the hilt and released everything he had inside me.
I could feel the heat deep inside me, the weight of his come as it filled my passage. Now that my orgasm was over, I was aware of how much he was stretching me, the innate pain that came from his massive cock.
Calloway didn’t pull out of me until he was ready. He slowly slid his dick out then stared at my asshole. “Show me.”
I tightened my lower muscles and pushed his come to my entrance. I heard a splash when some of it hit the floor.
Calloway’s expression didn’t change, remaining as dark as it had been when he’d fucked me. He pressed his fingers to my entrance and felt his come cover his fingertips. His look intensified, like we hadn’t just had sex at all. He leaned over me and stared me down, his lips close but no kiss in sight. “You are mine. Say it.
”
His arms moved against the table on either side of my head as he stared me down. My nipples hardened as I was both intimidated and aroused again. When it came to our sexual relationship, I didn’t hesitate to give him what he wanted. I simply obeyed, lost in the moment with him. “I am yours.”
The second I woke up the following morning, Calloway was on top of me. He spread my knees with his thighs and positioned himself between my legs. His warm chest was pressed to mine, and a sleepy look was in his eyes, mixed with arousal. He inserted himself inside me and slowly began to move.
My ankles automatically locked around his waist, and my arms circled his neck. I pressed my forehead to his and breathed with him, our bodies moving together like gentle waves against the shore.
Calloway was much gentler with me compared to last night. He slowly rocked into me then pressed a soft kiss against my lips, loving me just the way I liked. He cherished me with his restraint and his patience.
He made love to me.
Our alarm clock was about to go off, but he didn’t speed up his pace. It wasn’t a quickie before work. It was a long session, one where we both wanted to take our time. Every time he moved within me, he rubbed his pelvic bone against my clit and heightened my arousal. His smell enveloped me, delicious and masculine. Sex was always good, but when it was first thing in the morning, it was the best.
He made me come a moment later. Then he followed me immediately afterward, making another deposit between my legs so I would carry his seed all day long. A quiet moan escaped his lips as he finished then he kissed me on the lips.
Now I didn’t want to go to work.
He pulled out of me then immediately got into the shower. He didn’t say a single word to me, not like he usually did. He normally asked how I’d slept the night before. Or he made a comment about how I looked first thing in the morning. But words were unnecessary because he said everything he needed to say with his body.
We both got ready for work then sat in the back seat of his car. Tom drove us to the office while we remained silent in the back. Calloway stared out the window, his hand propped underneath his chin. His expression was unreadable, stoic.
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