Chapter 11

ELEVEN

CARRIE

I don't understand why Cal wants to punish me, the dark light in his eyes is scary but oddly exhilarating and sensual. The way he bit his lip and swiped his tongue made me wetter than I had ever made myself.

"It's not my fault. She had a key. I didn't open the door." All he does is stare at me as if he's a lion and I'm the gazelle he's ready to pounce on and eat.

He steps closer, hand reaching out, stroking along my cheek and jaw, his touch titillating. "But you've been sleeping in my bed instead of the guest room like you were instructed. And you left my room a mess." His words are soft, tender, harsh in tone.

I lean into his large palm like a bitch adoring the touch of her master. "You weren't here, Cal. I missed you and this was the only way I could be close to you, to your scent."

The left side of his mouth lifts in a satisfying smirk, "so, you didn't get tired of your old man in the time I've been gone?"

My eyes and mouth open wide at the nonsense he's spouting, "you've only been gone a month. I'm not going to hop onto someone else even though you turned me down." My eyes narrow remembering what he emphatically told me. I. Don't. Want. You.

"I know. I know what I said. A." He stops and his eyes have this softness to them making that little green woman inside me wants to take up learning how to carve someone up. "Friend told me to get a grip and forget what other people think. They're not a part of my life and I shouldn't care what they think anyway. I decided she was right and I'm going to take what I want if she agrees." He holds his hand out to me, hopefulness in his eyes now. "Does she agree?"

I could make him suffer longer but why should I? "Yes, Daddy." I let the tip of my tongue slip out, wetting my lips, his gaze follows every movement.

His eyes glow brighter, he reaches out grabbing me by my upper arms, yanking me against him. I tumble, not expecting the move, his hand against the back of my head, fingers curling in my hair, mouth hard against mine. Cal forces my mouth open, impatience in every touch of his against mine, our teeth clashing as he bruises my mouth with his.

He pulls away, our breaths pant, he stares into my face searching, for what I don't know. I don't know what he wants to see on my face.

"This is what my little girl wants?" He says again and I nod.

"Yes Daddy." I can feel his cock getting harder with my agreement.

"Do you like being dominated, being my little submissive?"

"I…I don't know. I think so." I've never done anything like this before.

"None of the guys you've been with in university ever tried?"

I can feel my face heating like being touched with a heating pad on full power. "I've never been with anyone yet." I hated to admit to still being a virgin at twenty-five, I knew I'd have to tell him sometime.

He freezes, his hands firm in my hair. "You're still a virgin?"

I try to look away but my head is positioned facing him.

"Answer me." His tone is elated, face immobile in his shock.

"Yes." My eyes want to slide to the side, avoiding his, he won't let me, his hands move to my upper arms and he gives me a little shake.

He slides his arms around me, skimming his nose down the side of my face, my neck down to my chest, his tongue laving my upper breasts. "You're mine. Say it."

I gaze up at him. A sparkle in my eyes I can feel. It might be tears, it might be love. It's a toss up as to which because I have no idea. Is this a crush I have for him or love? What's the difference between the two?

"Say it now." He growls in a deep rumbling voice I've never heard from him and he shakes me again.

"I'm yours." I am, I have been since I met him and will be forever. There will be no one else for me. Ever.

"Lie down." Again with the orders but if that's what he wants, I'm willing.

I lie on my back and scooch up further on my elbows and heels, until my head is on the pillow. My heart pulses in time to the sick feeling in my stomach as he stands beside the bed still fully dressed. What is he waiting for? His eyes scan up and down my naked body, I feel more than naked, I feel he sees me. The real me, not the one I hide from most people. I want to have sex, the sex I hear people talk about and read about. Rough and dirty. It sounds so exciting.

Cal leans over slightly and grabs the back of his shirt yanking it over his head, impatience in every move he makes. The veins on his arms and hands bulge, his movements short and choppy like he's trying to hold back.

The clacks of him undoing his belt and the soft sounds of the tines of the zipper releasing makes this all too real and I'm more than nervous. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath hoping it will calm my heart and stomach. I open them again and he's down to his boxer briefs, his very impressive cock tenting his underwear out.

My eyes widen even more and my heart beats with a da da da da heavy thump, I feel throughout my body. A death knell. It can't really be, I mean I'm twenty-five I should have had this taken care of a long time ago like others have.

He kneels one knee on the bed, his hand tracing down my body from my throat to my chest over my heart. Can he feel the pounding? My nervousness?

"It's okay Carrie. I'll go slow, so you'll enjoy it." I'm such an idiot. I know I am.

"I…I'm fine Cal. I'm ready."

He gives me a soft smile and continues tracing his hand down my body going back up to my breasts, one hand playing with the nipple. One finger skims over the puckering flesh, tingles rushing over the rest of my skin, zooming straight to my clit and pussy. I wiggle at the unknown currents running through the area, my legs rubbing together.

His tongue replaces his finger over my nipple lapping lightly over the tight flesh, his other hand traveling downward and further down. His fingers play and rub through my bare pussy lips, skating around my clit, plunging into the hole and twisting his finger around and in and out.

It feels weird and hurts a little but it also feels good. He lowers his body along mine, rubbing his covered dick back and forth, humping on my mound, the ridge against my clit making sparks fly inside me.

I can feel liquid leak inside and this is my first real orgasm, what I've had before with my fingers a weak imitation of one.

"Are you ready?" Cal's voice beside my ear whispers through a thick throat.

I nod, definitely ready but still nervous. He slides off his boxers and his dick bounces out ready to rock and roll. I spread my legs further and he settles his body between them, scooting down until his lips are at my pussy, tongue circling my bud.

He flicks the tip of his tongue over the tip, my body stiffens and I open my mouth to wordlessly scream. This is like nothing I've ever experienced. No wonder people are addicts. His tongue goes for my hole gathering all my juices with his tongue.

Moving up my body he kisses me with his shiny mouth, slick with me and I taste myself for the first time. Musky. Strange.

Cal grabs his cock at the base giving it three hard pumps with a twist at his head, he aligns himself at my entrance.

"Ready? Are you sure?" His face is tight and strained as if holding back is the hardest thing for him to do. And it might be.

"Yes." My voice might be as bad because this suspense is killing me.

A weird sensation of fullness and something I don't understand fills me. It's not good or bad, just different. He inches further, watching my face, I assume for discomfort or not enjoying myself. I keep myself relaxed and he pushes in again and waits. There's not much pain, only a little. A stretching and more fullness.

"You can move again."

Cal pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in and a tingling like before starts. His fingers fondle my breasts, kneading and twisting my nipples, flicking the tips with his fingernails. I grasp the back of his head, tugging it down and he obliges by taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. The electrical current coursing through my body now centers there and heads straight down to where his body meets mine, where we're joined together. This is such a special moment for me, I don't want it to end but it has to. My body freezes like it's all haywire, my jaw clamps shut and my toes curl.

He pumps his harder into me chasing his orgasm, moving me with every time we meet. He shoves his face into my shoulder, biting and sucking the skin along my collarbone, marking me as his.

"You're mine." He whispers to me and silently in my head because I don't have the energy to talk I say and you're mine. Always.

THE END