He tugs gently on the collar, forcing my face into his crotch. I tentatively reach out and lick his shaft. Caleb pulls me closer.
“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. Swallow every fucking inch.”
His words wash over me in a haze of dirty desire.
I open my mouth wider and suck him down.
“Fuck, yes.” Caleb groans above me, bringing one hand to grip in my hair, setting a punishing rhythm. He pulls me down, over and over, fucking my mouth like I’m made for him to use.
And I love every minute of it.
“Are you going to swallow me, baby?” he asks, voice growing hoarse. “Do you want my cum streaming down your throat.”
I murmur around him, gasping for air. Yes.
“That’s right, you want it all. But you haven’t earned it yet.”
He suddenly pulls the chain, bringing my head up from his cock. “After all, my cum is a gift,” he adds, tilting my head up to see him. “A reward for very good girls. But only if they beg.”
I catch my breath, panting with anticipation and raw desire. My body is already aching for him, I’m so turned on. I slip one hand between my thighs, instinctively rubbing my clit, chasing the pressure I so desperately need.
Caleb tugs the collar so swiftly I nearly choke.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” he asks, rising to his feet.
With his steady grip on the collar, I have no choice but to follow.
“No,” I blurt, gasping for air. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry’s not good enough.”
Caleb suddenly throws me facedown over the edge of the bed.
CRACK.
There’s a sudden stinging slap on my ass. I cry out in pain and shock, trying to wriggle away.
Caleb pins me in place. “Don’t fucking move,” he growls. “This ass belongs to me now. A forfeit for your disobedience.”
He spanks me again, another stinging blow.
I yelp, jolting forwards on the mattress. “Please! I’m sorry!”
Caleb tugs my collar, pulling me back in place.
“The more you struggle, the longer this will take,” he tells me softly, and when I twist to look up at him, he’s standing there above me, icy determination on his face.
Then he unsnaps his belt and pulls it from the loops of his pants.
My stomach twists in a heady mix of anticipation and fear. Holy shit. The look in his eyes is more intense than anything I’ve seen before.
This is a new Caleb. Darker. More dominant.
Sexy as hell.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter again. “I won’t disobey you.”
“It’s too late for apologies. Get on your hands and knees and take your punishment.”