My boyfriend, Calum, and I had gotten into a stupid argument over him being "too possessive." Really, it was just me being headstrong and too stubborn to admit I was wrong.
We had planned to go out to some bar in another town, but before we left Calum had asked me to change my outfit. I had on a short spaghetti strap black dress and, honestly, it showed too much skin but it made me feel good so I refused to change when he asked me to.
"Y/n, you're not wearing that. Change. Now." He demanded, his face serious and unwavering. My brow furrowed as I responded, "No. I like what I'm wearing. I'm not changing." I grabbed my purse and started walking toward the door but he blocked my way. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his muscles showing through his shirt.
Calum shook his head. "You are not leaving this house like that." His jaw clenched when he finished his sentence.
"Watch me. You're being over protective. You don't own me. I can wear whatever I want." My stubborn attitude got the better of me and I pushed through the doorway. Silently, he followed me out to the car.
**
The bar was more of a club: crowded and loud.
Calum left my side, saying he would be right back. Minutes passed and I grew worried since he hadn't returned yet. I glanced around the room trying to find him in the crowd of faces that were dimly lit by the colorful flashing lights.
Eventually, as I scanned the bar for him, my eyes met his across the room. A pit grew in my stomach when I realized he had left to go talk to another girl. He towered over her and it was obvious they were flirting. He strategically placed his hand over hers and pulled her closer to him when he realized I saw him. Calum smirked at me and focused back on her.
I nodded to myself, slowly realizing he was only doing this because I called him over protective. He was trying to make me jealous. Well, if that's how you wanna play this game, I'll play.
I quickly found an attractive looking man and started flirting with him, making sure I was still in Calums view. I kept my focus on the man in front of me, but I could see Calum in my peripheral. No longer was he paying attention to the random girl. I smirked, knowing my plan was working.
I grabbed my pawns hand, continuing to flirt with him. The man smiled at me and bit his lip, his eyes wandering over my body. I step closer to him and he places his hand on my waist. Out of nowhere, Calum headbutts the man and grabs my hand, dragging me out of the bar. "Calum, what the fuck??"
"He doesn't get to touch you." He spat as he shoves me into the car and takes off down the road.
**
On the ride home, he was silent. "You're such an asshole. How can you talk to another girl and get mad when I do the same thing?" I kept trying to coax any sort of response out of him but he wouldn't budge.
We arrive at the house and he shuts the car off. "Get inside and get that dress off. Now."
"Fine, master." I said sarcastically, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind me. Angrily, I go inside and go to our room.
Soon after, he enters our room and only grows angrier when he sees me still in the dress. "I told you to take that off, y/n." He growls.
"And I told you that you don't own me. I'm not your slave. You don't get to pick what I wear!"
Calum slowly approached me. "Oh, y/n.. you need to learn how to listen." His voice was low as he spoke. He pushed me back into the bed and grabbed my wrists, holding them tight above my head. "Calum. Let. Go." I spat.
"No. You're going to listen to me whether you like it or not." His breath was hot against my neck as he used his hand to spread my legs, making room for him in between them. He positioned himself over me, planting kisses along my exposed chest and neck. "I'm the only one that gets to see you and touch you like this. Understood?"
All of my willpower melted away at his touch. I couldn't force myself to be strong on my stance in this argument. Calum pushed himself against me, using his free hand to pull my dress down to fully expose my chest and breaking the straps in the process. "You're not wearing this shit again."
His mouth covered my nipple as he sucked on it hard, his tongue flicking over them. Calum slowly made his way back up to me. He gently bit my neck and chuckled to himself. "Are you ready to listen to me, pet?" He whispered into my ear. My breath was shaking as I nodded in response.
"I can't fucking hear you." He growled as his tone grew even more demanding. "Yes, sir." I quickly spat out. A devilish grin spread across his face. Calum let go of my hands pushing them into the bed. He hastily rummaged through his nightstand and grabbed the sets of handcuffs he had hidden there.
Before I could move, he had gripped my wrists again, yanking me across the bed, and chained each of my arms to the bed posts with my face against the mattress. "You will not move without permission. You will learn the hard way. Since you want to be so disobedient." He ordered. Calum ripped my dress off of me. "You want to dress like a slut, I'll make you a fucking slut."
His hand met my ass as he slapped it, the pang sending knives and pinpricks throughout my legs and back and I couldn't help myself but to moan.
I felt him sit over my feet, holding them in place. His hands explored my body and soon found their way between my legs as he began rubbing my pussy. He gently stuck a finger inside me and moved it in and out, his thumb rubbing small circles over my clit. He balled up my hair in his fist and yanked my head back to face him. Calum pulled his finger out of me and stuck it into my mouth. "See that? You taste how wet you are for me, my pretty girl?"
I sucked my juices off of his finger, knowing that it would turn him on even more than he already was. "That's a good girl..." Something about that made my pussy throb again. I loved it when he praised me.
He let go of my hair and covered my nose and mouth. This time, he stuck two fingers inside of me and fingered me hard. I moaned into his hand, my legs instinctively trying to close themselves from the pleasure I felt.
"Spread your fucking legs, y/n." He ordered and I did as I was told. "I'm gonna use you however I want to. You're my slut." He sucked on my neck, continuing to finger fuck me.
Calum let go of my mouth and I took in a deep breath, slightly coughing from the asphyxiation. He used both of his hands to spread my cheeks apart. "Mmm..." he groaned. "Look at that beautiful ass.." Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his tongue greet both of my holes and I gasped, my voice shaking as I moaned.
He flicked his tongue over my pussy over and over again. I pushed my face into the mattress to muffle my moans, but no matter how much I tried they were still getting louder. I felt his fingers creep back into me as he placed soft kisses over my ass, every once in a while biting my cheeks which only got me wetter.
My clit was throbbing in the ecstasy that he was giving me. I felt myself about to come, my hips moving uncontrollably. Right when I was about to finish, he pulled his fingers out of me and left the bed. "Calum?" I murmured as I tried to catch my breath. "What's wrong? I was almost done.."
"I know." He said as he sat down on the bed to the side of me, unlocking one of the handcuffs. "That's why I stopped. Whores don't get to come."
