Her first, her last, her only

Chapter 4

Julia was terrified, Callum was towering over her and he was furious. His hands tightened against her wrists.

"Where have you been?"

His words were ground out, suppressed fury and rage evident in his voice.

Julia couldn't speak, she opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Do you remember what I said, when I ask a question I expect an answer?"

Julia nodded but was too terrified to answer.

She found herself spun around, her hands secured behind her back, Callum standing to the side of her. Her bottom suddenly blossomed with pain, again and again. It took several long moments for her brain to register that he'd just spanked her. His hand came down again and again, she squirmed and sobbed. Finally she found her voice.

"I've been to Oxford." She sobbed, trying to catch her breath.

His hand slid into her hair at the base of her neck. She felt it tighten, pulling her head back.

"Who were you with?" His voice was cold and hard.

"William and Cedric." She stuttered out.

His hand tightened, increasing the pain that rippled across her skull.

"Who the fuck are they?" He yanked her head back, he was now pressed against her back and she squirmed, she was trapped and there was no way out. She also realised that something hard was pressed against her bum.

"Stop squirming." She stilled, his voice still filled with anger.

"They were my foster carers when I lived in Oxford."

"You lived with 2 men?"

She nodded.

"Did they touch you?"

She shook her head frantically. "They're not like that."

"They are all like that." Callum asserted.

"The don't like girls or women. They were nice to me, made me feel safe." Julia could barely get her words out.

She felt the grip in her hair loosen and her wrists were released. Callum turned her round. Her hair fell over her face and she snivelled. He rubbed her wrists then swept her hair back and tucked it behind her ears. Fingers that had just inflicted such pain now gently rubbed tears from her cheeks.

"You went away and I had no idea where you were." His finger slid underneath her chin and exerted pressure, forcing her head up.

"Look at me." He ordered.

When she didn't respond a finger tapped the side of her cheek. "I am not in the habit of repeating myself Féileacán."

Julia opened her eyes and found herself staring into his dark ones. She swallowed hard. She noticed that his eyes had flecks of gold and green in them. His pupils were dilated and he was still breathing hard.

His eyes dropped to the pulse beating erratically in her neck. His eyes darkened again and he dropped his head, his mouth skimming over the beating pulse. Her eyes closed and her skin shivered as she felt his tongue lick over her skin. He pressed his lips to her neck and then slowly began to suck at the skin.

Julia felt unfamiliar sensations wash over her. Callum's hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her still, his fingers twining in her hair, tugging, sharp ripples of pain running through her. She felt teeth scrape against her skin and she gasped.

It brought him back and he lifted his head, his dark eyes giving nothing away.

Julia felt like she'd run a marathon, her heart was pounding and her breathing was laboured, her chest heaving as she gulped in air. She squeaked as his hand dropped and grazed over her breast, stilling for a moment over her tight aching nipples. Tiny tingles distracted her. She'd never felt like this before even in her clumsy attempts to self pleasure.