Stockholm Syndrome l.h

10

Calum locked the bedroom door and spun around to face me. I was caught in his grip as his lips bit my neck several times.

"Please..." I quietly begged. I know it won't stop him, but it's worth a try.

Or several.

His fingers wrapped around my towel and ripped it off of my body, leaving my completely exposed.

He dragged me over to his bed and pushed me backwards onto my back. He lifted his shirt off and threw it aside the began unbuckling his jeans.

"Now." He began. "I'm going to tell you again... You're going to behave. You're not going to cum until I tell you.. Got it?"

I nodded out of fear. The fact that this is Calum drives me mad. I just don't get it.

He crawled up and pushed my legs apart.

He hummed. "See? You're loving this. You're already wet for me." He smirked and dipped his head down between my legs.

I felt his finger make contact with my clit. The coldness made me shudder under his touch. His touch left and soon returned when what felt like two fingers entered me.

"Calum..." I moaned.

I know. I know. I just can't help it. It felt amazing.

"No.. No.. Call me Daddy." He whispered against my skin.

"Can you call me that?" He asked.

I bit my lip. I really didn't want to. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy." My words shook a bit. Those words sounded almost foreign coming off of my tongue.

"That's my good little slut."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt what felt like another finger enter me and ignored his foul language.

Another moan escaped my lips when his fingers curled.

"I think that's good enough." He pulled his fingers out and crawled up to me.

"Had to stretch you out a bit. I want you to enjoy this." He smiled down at me.

He lined himself up and began slowly pushing in. I gripped the sheets at my side as my back lifted off the bed.

"Relax, babe." He sat up and gripped my hips with his large hands.

His thrust quickened and my moans couldn't be controlled. I was coming close to my edge.

"I... I'm.." I breathlessly spoke.

A loud grunt escaped his lips. "Don't you dare."

His thrust got a bit harder. I can't hold it. "I can't." I yelled.

"Hold it." His grip got tighter.

With one more thrust and I spilled over the edge.

"Fucking slut. What did I tell you?" His hand made sharp contact with my cheek.

A scream escaped my lips from the pain. "Damn it, fuck you."

"Already did." He spat.

Another slap came across my cheek, stinging worse than the first one. "What was that for?!"

He shrugged. "Because you're my bitch."

He rolled off the bed and put his clothes back on.

"I'm leaving." He zipped his jeans. "I'll be back soon." He grabbed a set of keys and walked out the door.