Page 84 of Callback
Curving a hand under my neck, he slowly removed most of the makeup from my face before sitting back, examining me with a sigh. “There,” he said. “That’s much better. That’s Marlena. My Poppy.”
I stretched my arms overhead, curling into the silky bed and allowing it to absorb my weight. My skin was too tight and absolutely everything on me tingled under Jude’s approving gaze. “And this?” I trailed my touch down the middle zipper of my corset, my fingernail gliding over the swell of cleavage.
Jude nodded, eyes blazing. “That has to go, too.”
Slowly, I undid the zipper, dragging it halfway down to my belly, but keeping my breasts covered. “You sure?” I whispered, a hint of a smile in my teasing question.
“I have never been more fucking sure of anything in my life,” he said, chest heaving with each breath. In seconds he was on his feet, tugging his shirt over his head and unzipping his dress pants. He pushed them down to the floor. His cock pierced forward, long and hard. I tightened at the sight of his taut body before me.
He nodded. “Now you.”
Pushing off my elbows, I stood, spinning my back to Jude. Stealing a look from over my shoulder, I tossed the corset to the floor. When I twirled back to face him, he had closed in on me, only a foot away, eyes fierce and glittering in the sliver of moonlight slicing through the window.
Sweat glistened on his chest and the muscles of his shoulders and biceps strained with whatever restraint he was holding onto.
“Lay down,” he commanded, his voice even darker than his shadowed eyes.
I swallowed. “Are you going to punish me?”
An eyebrow lifted at that. “Do you deserve to be punished?”
The breath stilled in my chest. “Maybe. Maybe I want to be.”
His eyes clamped shut and he grunted a curse. “Don’t say things like that to me, Marly.”
“Why?”
When he looked at me once more, his jaw eased into a tight smile. “Because I’ll never let you leave this bedroom.”
With a shiver, my blood rushed hotter, faster through my body. My pulse raced and my nipples pebbled toward him.
Amusement sparked in his eyes. He flicked a glance to the bed. “On your hands and knees, Marlena.”
I did as I was told, crawling slowly onto the bed and arching my back, looking over my shoulder at Jude. He moved to the other end of the room, opening a closet and pulling out some sort of curved paddle. It was smooth as he trailed it up my thigh and I shivered as he caressed the edge along my too-tight sex.
“Eyes forward,” he growled. “In the interest of continuing our lesson, this is one of the toys many Doms use to punish their subs.” He held the paddle under my gaze so that I could get a good look and anxiety clenched low in my belly.
“Does that make me Holly again?” I managed to ask, keeping my eyes forward despite the urge to look back at him.
Jude hooked a finger under my chin and gently dragged my gaze to his. “Absolutely not, Marlena. It’s just you and me here.” He brushed his lips across mine in a final gentle kiss before moving behind me once more.
“This can sting,” he said. “Don’t be afraid to use your safe words.” And then, as quickly as the words left his mouth, the paddle came down across my ass. The pain sliced through me, then quickly receded into a hot, sweet ache. He paused, skimming the paddle’s edge up the backs of my thighs. He was testing me—giving me the opportunity to catch my breath… use my safe words if I needed to.
But I didn’t. I craved more. Faster, harder. I wanted the pain as much as I wanted the pleasure… maybe even more.
He hit me again. And again. Between each strike, he trailed his fingertips gently over my ass, sliding them against my wet clit. The alternating between pleasure and pain was too much and I found myself wriggling, shifting my weight back and forth on my knees. With one final strike, I cried out just as Jude’s lips landed between my legs, his tongue laving at my clit and thrusting inside me. The yelp quickly morphed into a moan and I rolled my hips into his face.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. The tension coiled deep and low; pulsing, building like a house of cards ready to tumble at any moment. In alternating motions, he licked the length of me, taking his time to suck my clit into his mouth, working his tongue in circles, while his teeth held me gently in place. My toes pushed into the comforter, fingers digging in and clenching the bedding in my fisted hand. Jude’s hand brushed up and down my spine, finally landing on my ass. And with a final low moan, I shivered with pleasure, my sex clenching and desperately rippling around his tongue.
When the spasms finally slowed, Jude guided my hips around, turning me onto my back. He ripped the foil with his teeth and hissed as he sheathed his cock in latex. His biceps roped, clenched with the entirety of his body weight above me and just as I was about to roam my hands over the landscape of his body, I stopped myself, my hands pausing in mid-air. “May I touch you, Sir?” I asked, arching my neck to meet his gaze.
A satisfied grin curved toward his eyes and he nodded. “Yes, you may, Poppy.” Slowly, I brought my hand to his shoulders, and as I rolled my fingers over the tight muscles, he trembled. With his first thrust inside of me, I reflexively curved my lower back off the bed. His hiss of pleasure tingled a path from my ears down my chest and my calves tightened, toes curling as he withdrew his thick cock from inside me.
“Fuck, Marlena.”
Everything strained for control from his face to his toes. I wanted to immerse myself in every second of the evening. Remember every tiny detail. He was impossibly gorgeous and I found myself staring, transfixed at his chiseled face as he pulsed his hips deep inside me once more.
He gasped, gripping at my waist when I started rolling my hips around him. “No,” he grunted. “I-I’m too close.”
