Tit for Tat Baby (18 page)

Callum stopped and stroked her flaming
red cheeks.  He leaned down and softly kissed each cheek.  Jenna’s
body shuddered with her tears and sobs.

“Do you know why I spanked you?”

“Y … es.”

“Tell me.”

“Because I … di … d not t … tell you h
… he is m … my broth … er.”

“And?”

“F … f … for llet … ing you think … I
sl … slept w … with him.”

“Don’t you think I stopped too soon,
Jenna?”

“Nooo!  Please!  It hurts!”

He relented and pulled her upright and
held her in his arms, soothing her back until she stopped crying. 
Eventually he sighed and pulled her head back with his hand fisted around her
hair.

“That’s enough, Jenna.  I did not
smack you that hard.”

“My ass is bur … ning up, damn you!”

“You are such a baby.  Enough,
Jenna!”

“Let me go and then leave!  I
don’t want you here.  This is not fair, Callum!  You’re stronger than
me and can spank me.  What am I supposed to do with you?  You never
told me about her!  And that is worse!”

“I don’t sleep with her, Jenna.”

“You are going to MARRY her, Callum!”

She struggled and fell on her ass on
the carpet and she cried out.  She scooted away from him and stood up,
glaring at him with tears still running down her cheeks.

Callum rose and walked to the
door.  He took the key out of his pocket and locked it.  He turned
around and she stared at him.  She shook her head, her anger now rising
higher inside her.

“No Callum.  I want you to
leave.”

“I have no intention of leaving,
Jenna.  By tomorrow morning you will stop denying what we have.  Take
off that shirt.”

He took his clothes off, his eyes on
her the whole time.  She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at
him.  He pushed his pants and his jockeys down and rose.  His staff
jutted up, fully erect.

“Jenna, for every instruction I have
to repeat, I will withhold your pleasure for an additional five minutes every
time.  Take off that shirt.”

“Go to hell!”

“For every instruction you refuse to
follow, I will make you squirt for a full five minutes.”

Jenna was breathing hard and clutched
her arms against her.  Her nipples tightened and her core pulsed in
anticipation.  She bit her lip when liquid heat flushed through her to
flush the top of her legs.

“Callum,
you can’t do this.  The house is full of people.  My brother and your
fiancé as well for heaven sake!”

He looked at her, then turned and
pulled his clothes back on.  He walked to her cupboard and came back with
a pair of jeans and sneakers.

“Put it on.”

“Why?”

“You are right.  You are going to
cry and scream the whole night long and I want to hear it.  I have no
intention of swallowing them.  We’re leaving.”

She shook her head and he turned to
her.

“Jenna, either you put those on or we
stay here.  I do not care either way, even if we wake the twins up with
your screams, but you do. So choose, but do it quick.”

“I am starting to not like you,
McGregor.”

She pulled the jeans and sneakers on
and he took her hand.  They took his Grand Jeep Cherokee and he drove up
Cave hill. He stopped in front of a two storied stone cottage on top of the
hill. Callum drew her inside and up the stairs into a massive bedroom with a
large King sized bed.  He switched the bedside lamps on and the main light
off.  The light filled the room with a soft romantic hue.  He pulled
the bedding off and threw it at the end of the bed. He undressed immediately
and stood looking at her.  He smiled wickedly.

“I’ve already repeated the instruction
twice, Baby.  Do you really want me to repeat it again?”

“I told you McGregor, go to hell!”

“Ahh … I was hoping you would
refuse.  I love watching you when you squirt, the helpless pleasure, the
desperate need to stop the clamping of your inner core.”

He caught her in his arms and he had
her naked within moments.  

“Get on the bed, Baby.” 

She glared at him, but in this she
obeyed him.  She walked around the bed and got onto the other side. He
tsk’ed at her and she glared at him.

“In the middle, Jenna and spread your
legs.”

She scooted to the middle of the bed
with her legs straight and pressed together.  Her glare told him where he
could go.  He smiled and sat down on the bed.  He reached out and
stroked her thigh.

“Open for me, Baby. Come on, little
painter … open these beautiful thighs for me.”

She shrieked and clutched her hands in
fists, but spread her thighs.  He kept stroking her thigh.  His eyes
hot on the treasures she exposed to him.

“Wider, Baby … open all the way for
me!”

She took a deep breath, spread her
legs and pulled her knees up. His breathing increased and he clasped her
ankle.  He leaned down and licked a slow tortuous path up her thigh, over
her belly, her chest and her neck.  He licked her lips over and over until
she opened them and he pushed in deep, stroking as far as he could before he
drank from her mouth and her tongue until she was breathless.  He started
a slow path back down and kissed and sucked her nipples until she cried and
squirmed under him, desperate for his hands on her clit and deep inside her.

He devoted a long time tracing circles
around her cleft, then around her clit and only when she lifted her hips off
the bed in a desperate plea, did he stroke his fingers over her clit, slow at
first and then faster and faster, sucking her nipples.  Jenna was burning
up and he has not even touched her inside.  Her body pulsed and throbbed
and then she screamed as she climaxed.

“Oh, yes … keep going, Baby … yes!”

“Ooohhh … stop! Oh Lord!”

She tried to pull his hand from her
clit which was sensitive after her climax, but he just shook his head. 
His lips trailed over her belly and she cried out as his lips nuzzled her clit,
to lap and suck at it.  He pushed a finger inside her and immediately
another, plunging in and out with determination.  He stroked her G-spot
and she jerked against him.  Jenna shattered around his fingers
again.  Her scream sounding thin as she desperately tried to breathe, but
Callum kept stroking her G-spot, sucking and flicking his tongue over her clit.

She keened and begged.  She
pulled at his hand and his hair, but he did not let up.  He would stop for
a few seconds only to start again to immediately pummel her into another
climax.  Her body quivered, her loins clamped and contracted and she
panted and heaved to draw a breath.  She clutched at Callum in desperation.

“Honey … pleaase … I can’t … bre
…athe!  You … have to … stooop!”

Callum pulled his hand from her
pulsing and milking channel and his mouth from her clit.  He moved up her
body and smoothed his hands down her arms.

“Easy, Baby … easy … Relax, my love!”

“I can’t … damn you!  I am …
still … oooohhh … aaahh!”

Jenna clutched at his hand and forced
it down her body and jerked her hips against it.

“Calluuumm!  I need you! 
Please … please!”

He went on his knees between her legs
and pulled her hips up, arching her back carrying the weight of her body on her
shoulders.  He hooked his arms under her knees and spread her legs
wider.  He took a deep breath and pushed into her.  Jenna mewled and
arched her head into the pillow.  He filled her slowly, inch for inch until
he rested inside her to the hilt.

“Callum, honey … don’t make me wait …
please!”

“Oh Baby … you don’t know what it does
to me to see my shaft inside you.  You are so beautiful, Jenna.”

He pulled back and then started to
thrust.  He set a pace that she urged him into, hard, fast and deep. 
He grunted and felt his body tremble.

“Baby … you make me whole!  I
need you … I have to be here … inside you!  Tell me Jenna!  Tell me
you need me too.”

“I do!  I do!  I don’t want
to … but Lord help me, I do!  Ooh … aahhh, honey … I’m … aaahhh!”

She screamed over and over with every
wave that washed over her when her climax exploded inside her.  Callum
kept thrusting, grinding his teeth at the strength of her grip around his
shaft.  He plunged harder, deeper and then shouted her name when his
climax weakened him. He bore her down into the bed while his release pulsed out
of him with never ending squirts.  He kept pumping, hard and short and
Jenna whimpered, her own inner muscles still clamping and milking him. 
Then he slumped on top of her, folding his arms under her and held her tight,
gasping for breath.

 Callum withdrew from her and
settled next to her on his side.  He turned her away from him and wrapped
his arms around her to caress her breasts.  Jenna sighed and leaned into
him.

“Tell me about Kevin.”

“He is thirty five and has always been
my protector.  He has his own very successful law practice.  He
specializes in Corporate Law. He now has, I think four practices over the US,
two in Canada and one in London.  He is currently busy setting one up here
as well.”

“Is he married?”

“No.  He enjoys playing the field
too much.”

“What about your parents?”

“My Mom … passed away five years
ago.”  Her throat clogged up and he kissed her neck.

“I’m sorry, Baby.  What happened?”

“Motor vehicle accident.  A truck
lost control on the freeway and nicked her, but hard enough to spin the car and
she lost control.  I still … miss her!”

Callum kept nuzzling her neck all the
while she was talking, his fingers rolling and tweaking her nipples.  She
pressed her ass back against him and felt the hard ridge settle between her
cheeks.  Callum groaned.  Jenna’s insides were slowly turning into a
burning fire.  Her breathing increased with every tweak of his fingers on
her nipples, a flick of his tongue over the pulsing vein in her neck.

“And your Dad.”

“My … Dad … ehm … well he …”

Callum stopped his caresses; his body
stiffened.

“Jenna … don’t lie to me again!”

Jenna sighed and cursed him for his
sudden desire to talk.

“He is the Director of the Smithsonian
Institute.”

“Your father is Devon Burkes?”

“Yes.”

“Shit!”

Jenna stiffened and turned her head
around to meet his eyes.

“Callum?”

He leaned down and kissed her softly
on the lips.

“Nothing.  Come … up you get.”

Callum pushed her up and he rose with
her.  He walked to the large wingback chair in front of the window. 
He sat down on it and patted his legs.

“Come here, Jenna.”

She walked closer and stopped between
his legs.  He leaned forward and gently kissed her belly. Her skin
quivered under his wicked lips.

“Turn around, Baby.”

Jenna turned around and gasped when he
fondled her ass, then kissed each cheek.

“Do they still hurt, Baby?”

“A little.”

“Sit on my lap, Jenna.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder.

“Callum … I …”

“Should I repeat my instruction,
Jenna?”

She glared at him and then stepped
back to sit on his lap.  He pulled her hips back until she sat against his
front, his hard shaft between her ass cheeks and back.

“Put your legs over the arms of the
chair.”

Jenna’s breathing became shallow.

“Callum, what …”

“Jenna, put your legs over the arms of
the chair!”

She bit her lips and slowly lifted
first the one and then the other leg and let them fall over the arms of the
chair, totally exposing herself.   Callum’s hands fell to her thighs
and he breathed into her ear.

“Wider, Baby.  Pull them all the
way back.”

“Callum, please … this is … ooohh!”

His fingers skimped over her clit and
she arched her back.

“Wider Jenna … open for me, Baby!”

Jenna breathed hard and opened her
legs even wider, pulling her knees back as far as they would go over the arms
of the chair.

“Hmm, beautiful. Now, my little
painter, clasp your hands behind my neck, and no matter what I do, don’t let go
until I tell you to.”

“Honey … I!”

“Now, Jenna!”

She did as he instructed, her breasts
bobbing with the choppy breaths she took.  

“Do you have any idea what it did to
me when you made me believe you took that man inside you, Jenna?”