Page 33 of Callum

“That is good, kitten,” he murmurs, stepping into my space again. One of his hands runs through my hair, almost as if he’s petting me, and I lean into the touch against my will. Callum flashes a malicious smile at me before his hand grips the hairs at the back of my neck, tipping my head back until I’m at the perfect level for his cock to rest against my lower lip. “I’m going to fuck this perfect mouth until I come, then you’re going to thank me for being so kind to you. Isn’t that right, kitten?”

“Yes, Callum.”

“Same rules as before. Squeeze to slow down, but we don’t stop unless you tap out, Red. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

Callum’s eyes rake across my face, something angry flashing in his deep blue irises. “Are you ready?”

I nod, not trusting any words that might come from my mouth right now. The slow slide of his cock past my lips has me holding back a moan. Fuck, I missed the feel of him against my tongue.

“So perfect.” His voice is soft, almost like I wasn’t supposed to hear him. My mind flashes back to the last time I was on my knees for him. He’d been so sweet, praising me, thanking me, begging me for more. “Look at you, on your knees for me. You’ve always been so good at sucking my cock, kitten.” His thumb runs along my jaw, forcing my mouth open wider. “How many men did it take to master this skill?”

If I didn’t have a mouth full of dick, I would tell him to go to Hell. As it is, I bare my teeth around his shaft, pulling back until they scrape against his skin. Before he can snap at me, I press forward again, taking him as deep in my throat as I can.

“That’s right, kitten. You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”

I hum in agreement the moment he touches the back of my throat, and he groans in response. My hands drift up to wrap around the base of his dick, holding him still as he slides between my lips again.

“Deeper, kitten,” Callum smirks down at me, one arm thrown up to hold his weight against the wall at my back. “We both know you can go deeper than that.”

Fuck, I want that. I want him pressing past the back of my throat, his cock gagging me until I can’t fucking breathe. The thought alone has me squirming, my hips rolling against empty air.

“That’s it,” Callum’s hand tightens in my hair. “You’ve always been so fucking sloppy for cock. I hardly even had to ask, and you got on your knees for me. For me, Red.” His tone changes, the bite of his words stinging against my skin. “You don’t open this throat for anyone else. Not anymore. It’s mine, kitten. You are mine.”

His hips press forward as I sink down, and I feel him slip past my gag reflex. Tears spill from my eyes as I try to breathe through the panic.

“What do you say?” He demands, pulling back until he’s resting against my lower lip. I gasp for air even as his hand forces my head back until I’m looking up at him. “What do you say, Red?”

“Thank you.” The words are hoarse, my throat already sore. “Thank you, Callum.”

He doesn’t say anything, but I see the smirk playing on his lips a moment before he pushes into my mouth again. I meet his thrust greedily, swallowing him down as far as I can, even as my brain screams that I need more oxygen.

I lose track of time as he overtakes my senses. His taste, his smell, his words flooding my brain. “You want my cum, kitten?” He hits the back of my throat again, and I feel his dick pulse against my tongue. “You want me to come while I fuck your face? Say please.” He growls, tipping my head back with the hand gripped in my hair. “Say please with my cock down your throat, kitten.”

The sound I make isn’t anything like please, but he doesn’t seem to need it to. The moment my vocal cords start to vibrate, he’s coming down my throat. I barely have time to swallow before he pulls back, bending over to slam his lips against mine.

Callum’s tongue presses into my mouth, his kiss demanding everything from me. “My cock is the only one allowed on your tongue, Red. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” it’s barely above a whisper, but he seems to hear me. His hands slide between my thighs, cupping my pussy through my pants.

“Nobody touches what’s mine, kitten. Not even you,” his gaze levels on my face, the rigid set of his jaw making me swallow thickly around my tongue. “Only good girls get to come, and you haven’t been good. If I catch you with your hands in this cunt, I will cut them off. Do you understand me?”

Callum waits for an answer, but I can only manage a nod.

“You do not come until you’re begging me for it.” Straightening, he adjusts his pants before turning toward the air mattress with the ease of a man who is entirely in charge. “And you will beg me for it, kitten.”

He reaches across the unconscious woman’s body, digging the hot pink bed sheet out of the mess of blankets on the bed. A quick snap of his wrist unfurls the sheet, and he allows it to float to the ground before pointing at the dead woman to my right. “Grab her feet.”

I hurriedly scramble toward her legs, not wanting to do anything that might stop him from helping me. Callum steps over to the spot where I’d just been, scooping his hands under her torso. We carefully shuffle the body toward the sheet, laying her in the center.

“Now what?”

“Now you clean up the blood,” he sighs, pointing to the red bin again. “There are towels in the bottom, and there should be enzyme solutions to re-liquify any dry areas.”

My eyes dart between him and the bin as reality sinks in. “Am I about to mop up her blood like a spilled drink?”

Callum chuckles again, bending to wrap the woman in the sheet. “Yes.”

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