Chapter 24

Callum

The sight of Violet sucking my cock will forever be ingrained into my memory. And what a erotic image it is. Everything about this woman surprises me more and more each day.

I can’t lie, I really didn’t think this marriage would lead to this. However, once I kissed her for the first time, I think I knew we’d end up in bed eventually.

It’s not something I want to actively think about.

Like what does our future hold? I’m willing to admit I haven’t really thought about anything past tonight.

Maybe I can fuck her this one time—get her out of my system—and things can go back to the way we planned. No sex. I work my long hours, and she works hers.

Safe. Simple.

Easy.

However, I’m not going to complain one bit about having Violet naked before me. My cock’s already stirring back to life, and my heart’s pounding in my chest so fucking hard, it might burst.

“You ever been tied up and blindfolded?” I ask her with a mischievous smile.

One eyebrow rises slowly as she stares at me wide-eyed. “Uh, no. And don’t think you’re going to tie me up now either.”

I press my forehead against hers. “I want you to trust me, Vi, like really trust me.”

I can see the uncertainty in her eyes as she gazes at me. “I do,” she whispers, but I can already tell she doesn’t.

“I need all your trust. Like a wife trusts a husband.”

“Yeah, but…” her words fall away, and she doesn’t need to finish her sentence for me to know what she’s about to say.

“What? We’re not really married?” I ask.

She nods slowly. “I mean, we are, but…” She’s speechless and it turns me on so damn much.

“Violet, I want you to trust me,” I smooth a hand over her hair, “I'd never hurt you.”

She licks her pretty lips, the same lips that were wrapped around my thick cock moments ago, and smiles. “Okay, Callum. I trust you.”

Ah, thank god.

Listen, I’ve never in my life wanted to blindfold or tie up a woman. I’ve always been pretty mild in the bedroom. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve had a relationship long enough to ‘experiment.’ I’m not even a hundred percent sure why I mentioned it now, but for some reason I want her trust more than anything.

I get up and walk across the room, my gaze lingering on Violet as she watches me with a mischievous smile. "Where do you keep your scarves?" I ask, trying to sound casual, though the tension in the room is thick, crackling with anticipation.

She giggles softly, that light sound that always manages to catch me off guard. "Or, I have an actual blindfold you can use."

I pause mid-step, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "You do?" I wasn’t expecting that. Violet always has this way of throwing me off balance, keeping me on my toes.

She nods, biting her lip playfully. "I do." With that, she bounds off the bed, her movements quick and graceful, disappearing down the hallway. A moment later, she reappears, holding something in her hand—a sleep mask. It's light blue with the words 'Horses keep me stable' scrawled across it in playful, curly lettering.

She hands it to me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Here you go."

I can’t help but chuckle as I take the mask from her. I move back to the bed, gently guiding her down, her body settling into the sheets as I slip the mask over her eyes. The ridiculous saying is now facing inward, hidden from my view, and for a brief moment, it feels like a private joke between us—this playful, teasing side of her that I love so much.

But then the mood shifts again, and my pulse quickens. I’m nearly giddy with anticipation, my mind racing with ideas of what I want to do with her first. The way she’s lying there, trusting me completely, makes my heart pound harder.

I reach down, grabbing my belt from the loop of my jeans, the leather smooth in my hands as I move to tie one of her wrists to the bedpost. The knot is secure but not too tight, just enough to hold her in place. She lets out a small breath, a soft exhale that sends a shiver down my spine.

I then reach for her own belt, unbuckling it from her jeans and using it to tie up her other wrist. My movements are slow, deliberate, and I can feel her anticipation growing with every second. She’s lying there, bound to the bed, her chest rising and falling steadily as she waits for my next move.

And wow—she’s a sight to behold.

Her hair spills across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, her body stretched out beneath me, completely at my mercy. The combination of vulnerability and trust in her posture, the way she’s given herself over to me, sends a thrill through my veins. She looks stunning, almost unreal, and for a moment, all I can do is stare, taking in the beauty of her laid bare like this.

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice barely a whisper. “You look incredible.”

A soft moan escapes her lips, and I can see the slight tremble in her body, the anticipation of what’s to come making the air between us electric.

I fist my heavy cock that’s quickly coming back to life in my hand. With my other hand I run it over her body, starting at her ankle, traveling up the silky skin of her leg, and slowing down as I get higher.

“You’re a fucking dream,” I whisper.

She moans, twisting on the bed as I touch her skin. “Callum, I need you.”

“And you will fucking have me,” I say back to her. “You’ll fucking have me.” And for some reason I get this feeling deep within my chest. Like my words have a double meaning, and Violet will have all of me, and not just my dick.

I push the thoughts of forever, and lovey-dovey sentiment out of my mind, and focus on the here and now.

I lean down, running my lips over her soft skin. I move up her legs, pressing on her thighs to spread them. I run my tongue through her wetness, and she nearly bucks off the bed.

“Oh god, Callum,” she yells out.

I smile against her heated skin. “Does my wife like having her pussy licked?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes. Yes.”

My cock’s hard as granite, however, I want to keep sucking on her. I want to eat her out so badly. All while she wraps those long sexy legs around me, holding me closer. “How about eaten the fuck out?” I whisper against her skin. “Does my wife like that?”

She groans beneath me. “Callum, please…”

At this point I bet she doesn’t even know what she’s begging for. I smile because I have her trust. She’s laid completely bare for me, and I want to enjoy myself. Indulge in the fantasies that have been driving me crazy over the past few weeks.

I spread her legs wide, centering my body between them, and swipe my tongue all through her wetness. I do it again, ending at her clit. I focus my attention on it, playing with it as she goes crazy.

I love driving her wild.

I sink into her, resting her legs on my shoulders as I continue to drive her crazy with my tongue. I press a finger deep inside her, hooking it just perfectly to reach that spot way inside her that drives her fucking insane.

She moans out, tugging her wrists secured to the headboard. “I need you, Callum. I want to touch you.”

“Do you trust me?” I ask her, moving up her body.

“Yes, I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me.”

I prop myself up so I’m right on top of her, my cock pressed at her entrance. I swipe one hand through her red hair. “I want to be inside you.”

“Please,” she begs.

“But when I fuck this pussy for the first time I want you to see me. I want you looking in my eyes, knowing your husband is the one making you feel so full.”

She nods, and I remove the blindfold, tossing it along the floor. “Yes. Callum, please.”

I fist my cock, rubbing it along her pussy, pressing it at her clit before sliding it inside her. She feels so damn good. “Fuck, baby,” I moan as I push in further. “You feel so fucking good.”

She wraps her legs around me, and I gaze into her eyes. “Cal…” she moans so softly I barely hear her.

And for some reason the sound of her voice makes my chest ache. Like something is there, just for her, waiting…growing.

I reach up, releasing both her hands and she immediately wraps them around my neck, and I can’t stop staring at her as I keep pushing inside her. Feeling all of her.

What the fuck is she doing to me?