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I jump off the counter breaking Callum’s eye contact off my body. Somehow, I felt intimidated. A feeling I have not felt in a long time. My hand brushes across his stomach as I begin to walk towards my room.

“I’m going to change of out these wet clothes.” Just as I reach the doorway of my room, I feel his forearm held up tight across my hipbones.

“You didn’t ask permission to leave me,” he growls.

“Permission for what? This is my flat, Callum,” I snark back. His forearm moves off my hips and his fingers firmly caress my neck as his other hand grabs a handful of my hair. He gently pulls my head back landing on his chest then turns my head enough to meet his eyes.

“Tell me to leave and I will, but you know what you’re getting yourself into, can you comply?” Goosebumps traveled down my spine. It had been a long time since I had been subdued. Something inside of me released my inner submissive and I craved his power. I let myself sink into his grasp rather than fight it and nodded my head. Next thing I know I am being flung over his shoulder.

He walks me into my room and tosses me onto the bed. Before I had a moment to react, he his ripping the clothes off my body. My shirt ripped in half and my jeans tugged onto the floor exposing my body, only covered by a tiny black thong.

He smiles and shakes his head, “Such a dirty slut.” My face turns bright red. “I’m assuming you have a collection of toys somewhere. Show me.” I get a bit nervous hoping he does not judge me as I think part of the reason, he was into me was because I was a professional. I stand up and walk over to my closet, grabbing a key dangling on a chain hung up on the side of my closet room. I grab his hand and walk him to the other side of my flat. Crossing back through the kitchen and living room until we approach another bedroom door. I look up at him and bite my lip, “I hope you don’t run.” I unlock the door and open the door to my second “bedroom,” my sex room. I flip on the lights and turn to face him to discover him smirking. He grabs my ears and starts to rub them.

“You are full of mystery, Amelia. I can’t quite figure you out. Give me a couple hours in this room with you and I am sure I could get close.” Right in the center of the room was my deep magenta sofa, large enough to be a bed. Behind it was a wall of gray stone. Both the bed and stone all were lit up by a magenta hue. The rest of the room was black with magenta touches outside the royal blue tandem chair in one corner of the room along with tall gold mirrors. On display were handcuffs, restraints, floggers, leashes and collars, all my go-to favorites, even though I had not used them in a while. I opened a drawer from my black dresser, which revealed numerous vibrators, butt plugs, toys and accessories, then another drawer filled with lingerie. Callum kissed the side of my neck down to my collarbones. Licking and sucking along the way. I could feel the wetness from between my legs dripping onto my thong. He stops, then spanks my ass, hard, making me jump. “Go shower like a good slut and I will set up the scene,” he orders.

NSFW: yes

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