His dad cracks up laughing as he ribs his wife. “That’s code for—”
“Dad!”
Kate and I giggle again. I stand up and give both Kate and David a hug before gathering my bag up. Cal speaks lowly to his dad and then they shake hands. He leans down to give his mom a kiss.
I wait for him at the edge of the woods where a trail will take us up to the Campfire Chaos cabin. Earlier, when Sebban started getting crabby, Roan and Hollis took him home. Jordy and Roux decided to stay in the cabin while Penny and Tierra pitched a tent nearby.
Tonight was fun.
It’s been so long since I hung out with friends, laughed, and relaxed. I hope I’ll have more of that in my near future.
Cal’s presence looms behind me, blocking out the light of the fire and casting an ominous shadow into the woods. The villain has caught me. His strong hand finds mine, threading his fingers with mine, making my heart leap into my throat.
Turns out, I’m a villain kind of girl.
He leads the way through the darkness. We come to the opening where a tent is erected beside the cabin. Laughter from Penny and Tierra can be heard. They’re making fun of Paxton and Heidi, which makes me stifle my own laugh. Cal is a man on a mission as he takes us past the cabin and along another path in the woods. After five quiet minutes, we come to another clearing. There’s a cabin here, bigger than the other one, and more homely looking than the other.
His giant truck is parked in the small driveway beside it. It’s quaint and cute. I find it funny that a giant guy like Cal lives in an adorable rustic cabin on the river. It doesn’t seem like it even fits him. But, the moment we step inside, I know I’m wrong.
It’s him.
Dark, masculine décor.
An earthy, mountain scent I can only attribute to it coming from him. In his dwelling, it’s stronger.
“This place used to smell like cat piss,” he reveals. “I ripped the carpet out. Still have to refinish the floors.”
I admire the living room just big enough for a couch and recliner. There’s no television. The focal point is a rock fireplace.
“How many bedrooms are there—”
“We can talk about my house later, loser. Take your clothes off.”
Cal
Her blue eyes widen at my words as a blush creeps up her cheeks. I’d feel like an asshole if I didn’t see the flash of heat in her expression. This is part of the allure for her. An element of the game.
Humiliation.
Cruelty.
A fascination with pain.
I just don’t know if I can safely toe the line for her. I’m ravenous. I crave to tug at the threads of her being to see if she unravels at my feet. The urge to do real damage to the essence that is her, so that she’s broken in only ways I’ll find perfect, scares the fuck out of me.
Who wants that?
Why does she seem like she’s right there with me?
She should run.
I asked her to.
The brave girl just lifted her chin and basked in my attention, unafraid of my nefarious intentions.
Her hands slide up her neck and she unties the strings of her bikini top. It falls away, revealing her full, perky pale tits. She unties it at the back and rids herself of it completely. With eyes locked on mine, she pushes her bottoms down, entirely baring herself to me.
“Bathroom,” I grunt out, pointing to the master bedroom door to the right of the living room.
She walks past me, her head turning to watch me over her shoulder as she moves. I prowl after her, drinking in the curves of her tiny hips and ass that will soon belong to me. Snagging her elbow, I walk her through my dark room toward the bathroom. Once the light is on, I move her in front of the sink, facing her to the mirror. I crowd her from behind, not touching her, just staring at her reflection.
“What now?” she whispers.
“Shh,” I rumble. “Let me look at you before I ruin you.”
Her rosy nipples are hardened peaks, begging to be bitten. My mouth waters for a taste, but I deny myself that pleasure for now. I splay my hand over her stomach, enjoying the way my large hand seems to cover the entire space. She flinches slightly as though the touch pains her.
“What?” I ask, searing her with a probing stare.
“Nothing.” A fake cheerleader smile.
I grip her thigh, lifting it up, and ease her foot onto the counter. This limber girl doesn’t even wince at the stretch. I love the way her pink, hairless pussy seems to open up like a fucking rose for me, just waiting to be inhaled and admired. Sliding my palm down her stomach, I cup her pussy before giving it a quick smack that has her crying out.
“Don’t lie, loser. It’ll only give you harsher punishments. Does your stomach hurt?”
“No,” she whispers. Truth shines in her blue eyes.
I smack her pussy again.
“I wasn’t lying!” Her growl of frustration makes my dick painfully hard.
“I know. I just wanted to do it again.”
“Mean, mean boy.”
I grip both her wrists and bring them up, urging her to link them behind my head. Her tits flatten out some from the way she stretches to reach me. Sliding my palm to her other thigh, I lift her until her other foot is on the counter. Now, her cunt is explicitly open for my viewing pleasure as she squats, perched on the edge of the sink.
“Stay just like that,” I instruct as I push my trunks down. “Look at that pussy that’s causing me so much strife. Fucking my mind up. Stressing me out.”
She squirms at my words, but watches me with an intense stare, staying still like I asked.
“Beg to be touched, English. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to rub me. Make
