Page 23 of Spooking the Mountain Man
"That's right. Mine to take care of. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure." Callum's hands move to the zipper of my skirt. "You know what that means, baby girl?"
"It means you don't come without permission. It means you tell me exactly what you need. It means you trust me to give you everything." He slides the skirt down my legs, kneeling before me to help me step out of it. From this angle, I can see how huge he is—even kneeling, his head is level with my chest.
I'm left in just my stockings, boots, and a tiny pair of red lace panties that match the costume. Callum makes a sound deep in his throat that's purely animal, his hands gripping my thighs possessively.
"Did you wear these for Daddy?" he asks, tracing the edge of the lace with one finger.
"Yes, Daddy," I gasp as his touch sends electricity through my body. "Everything is for you."
"Such a good girl, getting all dressed up for me. Making yourself pretty." His finger dips beneath the lace, finding me already wet and ready. "And look how wet you are. I've barely touched you and you're already soaking."
I can't form words, can only moan as he teases me with gentle touches that aren't nearly enough. After weeks of building tension, I'm wound so tight I feel like I might shatter at any moment.
"Please, Daddy," I beg. "Please, I need—"
"Tell Daddy what you need," he commands, his finger circling my clit through the damp lace. "Use your words, baby girl."
"I need you to touch me properly. I need you to make me come. I need you to claim me completely." The words tumble out desperately. "I need your cock. Please."
That seems to snap the last of Callum's control. He lifts me easily—I weigh nothing to him—and lays me on the bed. Then he follows me down, covering my body with his, surrounding me completely. The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, makes me feel safe and cherished and desperately aroused all at once.
"I'm going to take such good care of you," Callum murmurs against my throat, pressing hot kisses to my pulse point. "Going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. Going to show you exactly how I take care of my baby."
His mouth works its way down my body, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts until I'm arching off the bed with need. He takes his time, sucking hard enough to leave marks—claiming me.
"Everyone's going to know you belong to Daddy," he growls against my skin. "Going to mark you up so pretty."
When he reaches the waistband of my panties, he hooks his fingers in the lace and looks up at me, his eyes dark with possession. "May I, baby girl?"
The fact that he asks permission even now makes my heart swell. "Please," I breathe.
Callum slides the scrap of fabric down my legs slowly, teasingly. "Beautiful," he says, settling between my thighs and spreading them wide with his big hands. "Look at this perfect little pussy. All pink and wet and mine. Say it's mine, baby."
"It's yours. All yours."
"That's right." The first touch of his tongue against my center makes me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. "This belongs to me now. Everything about you belongs to me."
Callum takes his time, exploring every sensitive spot with his tongue, his fingers, making me writhe and beg. He's methodical and thorough, learning exactly what makes me gasp and moan.
"That's it, baby girl," he encourages when I start to move restlessly beneath him. "Let go for me. Let me make you feel good."
When his lips close around my clit and suck hard while two thick fingers push inside me, I nearly explode. But I remember his rule.
"Please," I gasp. "Please can I come? I need to come so bad, please!"
"Not yet, baby. Hold it for me. Be a good girl and wait for permission."
He works me mercilessly, bringing me right to the edge over and over while I sob and beg. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue circles my clit relentlessly.
"Please! I can't—I need—please let me come!"
"Come now, baby girl. Come all over my face."
I shatter completely, screaming his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. Callum works me through it, licking and suckinggently until I'm boneless and shaking. Then he moves up my body to gather me in his arms.
"Such a good girl," he praises, kissing me deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue. "Did so well waiting for permission. I'm so proud of you."
I glow under the praise, but I need more. I reach down to cup him through his jeans, finding him rock hard and huge. "Please, Daddy. I need you inside me."
