Page 22 of Spooking the Mountain Man
The walk back to his truck is quiet, Callum's solid presence beside me keeping the lingering anxiety at bay. It isn't until we're pulling into our driveway that I realize how the evening has affected me.
I don't just want to go home with Callum.I need to. I need to feel safe and protected and cherished. I need him to take control and make all the scary thoughts go away.
"Callum?" I say as he helps me out of the truck.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"I need you tonight. Please." I look up at him, letting him see how much I want this, how much I trust him. "I'm ready. I've been ready for weeks."
For a moment, I think he's going to argue, to tell me we should wait until I'm not shaken up from the panic attack. But something in my expression must convince him that this is what I need.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"I'm sure."
Callum studies my face for a long moment, then nods. "Okay. But we're doing this my way, at my pace. Can you handle that?"
The command in his voice makes warmth spread between my legs. "Yes."
"Good girl. Let's go inside."
Tyler's truck isn't in the driveway, which means we have the house to ourselves. Callum leads me through the front door and up the stairs to his room, his hand warm and possessive on the small of my back. Every touch reminds me how much bigger he is—his palm spans nearly my entire lower back.
Once we're in the guest room, Callum turns to face me, his expression soft but serious. He cups my face with both hands, making me feel tiny and treasured. "You sure about this, baby girl?"
The endearment makes my stomach flutter. "Yes, Daddy," I whisper, the word slipping out naturally. "I want to move forward. With you."
His eyes darken at the title. "Say it again."
"Daddy," I breathe, reaching up to touch his face. "I want you, Daddy."
"Good girl." The praise washes over me like warm honey. "Such a good girl, using your words." He kisses me deeply, possessively, his hands tangling in my hair and tilting my head exactly how he wants it. When we break apart, we're both breathing hard.
"Turn around, baby," Callum orders, and it's definitely a command this time.
I obey without hesitation, feeling small and safe as his huge frame presses against my back. His fingers work at the laces of my corset with practiced ease.
"That's my good girl. So obedient for me." The bodice loosens and falls away, leaving me in just the short skirt, stockings, and boots. "Look at you. Dressed up like my perfect little present."
His hands skim over my bare shoulders and down my arms, the contrast in our sizes making me shiver. When he cups my breasts from behind, his hands completely engulf them. I arch into his touch with a soft moan.
"That's it, baby girl," he murmurs against my ear. "Let me hear how good it feels. Don't hide those pretty sounds from me."
His fingers find my nipples, rolling and pinching them until I'm gasping and squirming against him. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my back—thick and huge and perfect—and theknowledge that I affect him this much makes me feel powerful despite how small I am in his arms.
"Please," I whimper. "I need more."
"I know what you need, sweetheart. I always know what my little girl needs." His voice is rough with want. "But you're going to be patient and let me unwrap my present properly. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl." He rewards me with a kiss to my neck that makes me melt. "Turn around and look at Daddy."
I turn to face him, suddenly shy despite everything we've already done together. Callum's eyes are dark with desire as they move over my body, taking in every detail with an intensity that makes me feel worshipped.
"Perfect," he says, reaching out to trace the line of my collarbone with one finger. "My perfect little girl. All mine."
The possessive endearment makes me shiver with want. "Yours," I agree breathlessly. "Only yours."
