Page 36 of Imperfect Skin

“Go kneel by the fireplace, eyes down, and wait for me.” I felt the strongest urge to bounce on the soles of my feet and skip to the place Callum pointed to, but instead lowered my eyes and spoke softly.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Nice to see you can listen when the mood strikes. Well, get moving.”

I was very proud that I didn’t snap back with a retort. I had the feeling that if I did, I wouldn’t enjoy what would happen next. But then again, I’d always been a glutton for a good punishment.

“Don’t even think about backchatting, boy. I can promise you, the punishments I can think up would not be pleasant for you.” There was an edge of humour in his voice, and a sweet threat that I wouldn’t enjoy it. But I was damn sure Sir would.

“Thought never crossed my mind, Sir.” I flashed a cheeky grin before I turned and walked slowly towards the fireplace. I knew why he’d chosen this spot. The rug here was deep and plush, and now I was no longer in the cradle of Cal’s arms, I felt the chill. But as I lowered myself to my knees, I soaked up the gentle warmth of the fireplace. I laid my hands on my thighs, fingertips brushing over the raised skin of the scars on my left thigh. A physical reminder of my guilt and shame. I wouldn’t let those thoughts cloud my head today. I wanted this for me. I wanted to feel that I was good, and worth Callum’s respect and time.

“Fucking beautiful.” Callum’s deep voice startled me from my thoughts. I kept my eyes lowered, seeing Cal’s bare feet out of the corner of my eye. Long and slim, fuck, even the man’s feet were sexy.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Got to say, it’s a rush hearing you call me that. I already love hearing you call me Daddy, but Sir is just as sweet.” I watched Cal’s feet as he moved closer, and a sigh slipped from my lips when his fingers carded through my hair.

“When we’re together like this, lamb, I want you to wear your hair down, unless I say otherwise. When I tell you to wait for me before a scene, I want you like this.”

“Understood, Sir.” I unobtrusively watched Sir’s feet as he walked a slow circle around me, his hand occasionally brushing against my skin.

“For as long as we’re together you are mine. I don’t share my toys.” His fingers found my chin, forcing my head up.

I swallowed thickly before I found my voice. “I’m yours. Only yours. For as long as you want me.” I didn’t want to think about the inevitable end of this, when he finally grew tired of me.

I needed to embrace the now with both hands.

Callum’s stern expression slipped into a softer one. Leaning down, he kissed my forehead and my cheeks. “Sweet lamb, I’m never going to tire of you.”

He stepped away from me and retrieved something from the coffee table. He must have brought it down while I had knelt waiting for him. He held a soft hank of rope between his fingers.

“I’d like to bind your hands, lamb, but we haven’t discussed this. I need to know if this is a limit.”

I knew what he was hinting at—being forcefully bound by Ziggy. But there was no way I was going to let Zig ruin something I’d previously loved, and this was Callum. My Daddy, my Sir.

“It’s not a limit, Sir. Not with you.” I lifted my wrists up towards him. Cal looked at me with so much pride, it made my chest ache.

“Good boy. I’m going to tie your wrists with this rope. It’s nice and soft, and the colour complements your skin perfectly.” He wrapped the red cord around my wrists several times before pulling it between my wrists. I felt like I was in a warm bath, floating gently, as he continued to work on the ties.

I was safe. I was making my Sir proud.

Sir’s voice was a low, comforting rumble. I smiled, somehow feeling light and grounded at the same time.

“How does that feel, lamb? No numbness or tingling? Not too tight?”

I lifted my wrists and tried to pull them apart. There was a slight give from the ropes, but not enough for me to pull loose. I wiggled my fingers while taking in the sight of the red ropes that wound around my wrists. The ties were beautiful, and the gentle pressure against my skin was both comforting and sensual. I could only imagine how amazing it would feel to have the ropes wrapped around my entire body.

“It feels good. I like it.” I lowered my hands back to my lap and looked up at Sir, waiting for what he wanted from me next. I liked this, the quietness that had settled over me. Instead of the buzz of noise in my head, it was calm.

“Stand for me, lamb.” Sir placed a strong hand under my elbow and helped raise me to my feet, then led me over to the large wing-backed chair he often liked to sit and read in.

Sir lowered himself into the chair and then motioned for me to kneel between his parted knees. A soft cushion had been placed on the floor. My chest felt a little tight at Cal doing something thoughtful and sweet. It was not what I was used to. But I suspected Cal—Sir—would be surprising me a lot.

I watched Sir with hooded eyes—fuck me, I loved calling him that. I loved that Cal, in a matter of hours, had become my lover, my Daddy and my Sir. He’d done so much for me in the last few days, I wanted to repay him, make him feel as good as he’d made me feel. I watched as he slowly popped the button on his jeans.

I’d never asked Cal what he wanted to be called when we were together like this. Earlier, Daddy had seemed so fitting for how he doted and bossed with gentle authority, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“You look like you have a question, lamb?” He reached out to touch my face softly.

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