Her first, her last, her only

Chapter 11

Julia could hear every thud of every heartbeat as she sank to her knees. The world was silent and the noise was booming in her ears. She could feel herself shake as she felt the cold, hard floor underneath her, making her bruised knees ache. Heat flooded through her and she took in a long deep breath to steady her nerves before she began to slowly crawl from the kitchen, across the floor to the doorway.

She wondered what Callum thought of her as he watched her crawl. She was wearing a knee length skirt and she wondered if she was flashing him a view of her very unsexy plain pants. At that moment she wished she had something sexy to wear, something lacy that would tease and excite him. The woman from Italy flashed through her mind and she bitterly thought that SHE would likely only have teeny tiny undies that could be flaunted.

She could feel her backside swaying as she crawled across the floor, the coldness and aching pain keeping her aware of each and and every movement she made. She knew Callum was stood where she'd left him by the cooker. She wanted to turn around but embarrassment and a desperate deep seated need to please him kept her head down.

It seemed to take for ever until she reached her bedroom. The door was open and the feeling of the carpet was some small relief from the hard wood though it rubbed uncomfortably against her tender knees. Arriving at the bed she knelt in the ordered position, wincing as her knees ached. There was no sound from outside, no hint of movement and she wondered how long Callum would make her wait.

A feeling of panic began to grow in the pit of her stomach and her fingers balled into fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. She could feel her breathing quicken as the panic built, then with a touch of his hand on her head it melted away.

Glancing down she saw he'd taken off his shoes and was clad in socks, his footsteps, already stealthy had been hidden from her ears. His fingers ran over the nape of her neck before he gave her a hair band and ordered her to tie her hair up. She missed the veil of hair that had allowed her to hide her face try and gain control of her thoughts.

"On your feet Féileacán." His voice was soft, like warm silk, the hint of his accent making her insides tingle.

Julia pushed herself to her feet, still anxious as to what was going to happen. She stood in front of him, eyes lowered to the ground as he just stood, staring at her, his hand playing with escaped tendrils of her hair.

His hands moved to his belt and even with her eyes lowered she watched, holding her breath as he unfastened it and slid it from round his waist.

His finger tilted her chin up and she suddenly let out a long, shuddering breath.

Her pressed the warm black leather to her lips.

"Kiss it Féileacán, worship with your lips what will bring you pleasure and pain in the future, but tonight will remind you of your place."

Julia pressed her lips tentatively against the warm leather. It was soft and there was the barest hint of his scent on it. She shivered at the thought of it hitting her soft, sensitive skin. She peeked up at him, watching as he raised a eyebrow at her tentative offering. She dropped little kisses along the length of what was presented to her then he pulled it away, his hand dropping by his side.

"Go and stand against the wall."

Once she was by the wall he ordered her to move back slightly and place her palms flat. He stood behind her and slipped his hand underneath her skirt, running his hand along her thighs.  He found the edge of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. She lifted her foot to kick them away but a quick slap to her bum stopped her.

"Five more for disobedience. Ten for failing to keep still when you were told and your punishment for not trusting me." It was those last words that were tinged with what sounded like disappointment.