He moaned as he watched me come. “You look so beautiful when you come.”
I gripped his ass and pulled him deep inside me, enjoying how thick his cock was. It always hardened just a little more before he released inside me, so I knew his release was fast approaching. “Come inside me, Calloway.”
He pressed his forehead to mine as he shoved himself deep inside me, gushing inside my pussy and filling me up. His come moved past his length and dripped down my ass, hitting the sheets underneath me. “Jesus Christ…this pussy.” He kissed my neck then the corner of my mouth, reeling from the intensity we both felt. Then he slowly began to pull out.
I grabbed his ass and dragged him back inside, keeping him deep within me. He was slowly softening, but I didn’t care. “More.”
His eyes were dark with pleasure, but the corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “Yes, sweetheart.”
When I woke up the next morning, I immediately noticed something different about Calloway.
He was wearing his ring.
He took it off after he got out of the car on that god-awful night. I never saw him wear it again. When he stood beside me in the elevator, I could see the faint tan line of where it’d been sitting before he removed it.
It stuck out to me, dark against his fair skin.
Calloway was ready earlier than he usually was, getting up about twenty minutes before his alarm clock went off. He asked me to get ready quickly so we could leave the house with extra time to spare.
“Why?”
“Because we need to go by your apartment on the way.”
I had everything I needed. “Why?”
He showed me his dark expression, the dominant side of him that didn’t like to be questioned. Last night, I was in the presence of the man I adored. And today, the beast had returned. “Because I said so.”
Tom drove us to my apartment, and we walked inside. Christopher was just about to walk out when we opened the front door. “I’m running late,” he said as he walked past us. “I’ll see you guys later.” He shut the door behind him, and his footsteps faded away.
“What are we here for?”
Calloway walked into my bedroom and examined my nightstand like he was looking for something. He opened the drawer then rifled through the contents.
“Excuse me?” I snapped. “What are you doing?”
He found the small box he’d given to me and popped the lid, exposing the black diamond he’d given me. “Put this on.” He tossed the box back inside and grabbed my right hand. He slipped the ring back onto my finger until it hit the knuckle. “And don’t take it off again.”
The ring felt right, like it hadn’t been removed in the first place. I’d grown attached to the ring ever since he gave it to me, and I’d cried my eyes out the night I took it off. But now it meant more to me than it did before—because I was his submissive. “Same applies to you.”
He pushed me back on the bed then undid his belt, the metal sliding along the leather. He pushed his slacks down along with his boxers, revealing his enormous cock with a drop of pre-come at the end. “I didn’t want to take it off in the first place.”
15
Calloway
The ring had been returned to its rightful place, and I felt whole once more. Being monogamous had never been important to me, but being with Rome was the only thing I truly wanted. Now I had her the way I wanted her—as my sub.
And the love of my life.
I finally got what I wanted, got to do sinister things to Rome because she would allow it. Our first visit to the playroom had been amateur, but I had no doubt she could handle all the things I had in mind. Her love for me was strong enough to combat her past traumas. I knew she enjoyed it, so in time, she would forget about the past transgressions against her altogether.
It would work.
I hired a good friend to construct the playroom for me. I didn’t have the time or the interest to do it myself. The walls needed to be redone, the furniture needed to be removed, and all the sinister toys I loved had to be properly placed in their display boxes. They said it would take a week to complete.
A week was nothing in comparison to a lifetime.
Rome and I had dinner just the way we used to. We sat across the table from one another and split a bottle of wine. She picked at her food and ate her laughable portion while I scraped everything off my plate like a real man.
We read together in front of the fire for a few hours, sitting in companionable silence as we enjoy each other’s company. I needed to whip her, to hurt her, but it was obvious I needed this as well. This lovely companionship gave me a new sense of joy, something I didn’t realize I was missing until Rome came into my life.