All Chapters of Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NoraLeading Callum through the other tables in the The Velvet Accord, I allow myself to feel triumphant. Powerful.I purposely take my time going through the room and passing bytables, showing off my choice for a man. I hope everyone here is green with envy. Callum seems to feel the way Ido. There’s a delicious arrogance about him. A haughtiness in his chin and mouth I can’t wait to subdue. Dominate. Control.As Callum and I leave the confines of the Club, after taking a tour through the last few tables, my phone buzzes. I don’t bother to look at it. I know it’s the Uber ride I've booked for my lucky man and me.With that knowledge, I make quicker work of the steps that’ll lead us out of the basement. I climb the stairs quickly, happy to find Callum following eagerly. Matching my pace step by step but hanging back some. Probably as a show of obedience; tenderness to his soon-to-be mistress.Oh, Callum, you ’re already trying to behave for me, aren ’tyou?Already trying to be my bes

NoraWhen I finally end Callum’s punishment session, I’m breathless infront of my work. In front of the swaths of beautiful red and blushing skin on his back. Which is now exquisitely bright and flushed from my efforts. His back now somehow appears bigger. Stronger. More muscular, despite stillresting in a submissive position with his hands against the wall.The sight of his whip-warmed skin, turns me on more than I’ve ever been in my life. I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t stop studying every inch. Remembering each stroke I gave him, I imagine how his back and shoulders must feel. Hot. Maybe a little numb, but delightfully “woken up” —sensitive. Aware of each change in the air. Each object around him.My clit clenches at this. Throbs and twitches at this, as if I was the one being flogged, not Callum. Biting my lip, I watch as Callum keeps his impeccable position. Not once has he faltered. Not even one tremor has entered his arms, and they’ve been holding him up against the w

NoraFebruary 15I wake up next to Callum almost surprised to see him. All night intense dreams involving him filled my slumber. I’m almost afraid he isn’t real. That I’m still asleep. So, I reach over and touch his face. His wavy blond hair is still mussed and glued together in places thanks to my sweat and other fluids.To my immense joy, he’s one-hundred percent real. He’s a dream come true, and he isn’t just a figment of my sex-starved brain.Last night got pretty crazy, I think, spying the lingering redness and flog marks zigzagging Callum’s back. They rest there alongside numerous scratch marks from my nails. Really crazy. Intense. Way more intense than I ever imagined they would. Than I’ve ever had with anybody.A dull almost bruising but pleasurable ache fills my pussy. Not for one second do I regret giving him my body. My virginity. It seems as if he’s the one I’ve been waiting for.As if Callum’s playing the role of sleeping beauty, and I the dashing princess come to rescue

NoraOnce we're back in my room, we decide to shower together. Callum, being the perfect gentleman, offers to shower separately since we have plenty of time before we have to meet up with his friends. But I tell him I want him with me. He obeys. Giving me exactly what I want.While in the shower, he massages my back and shoulders. My neck, arms, and legs. He also takes it upon himself to wash my body and hair.I enjoy every moment of him touching and caressing me. Even if it’s nothing more than cleaning my body. Not once does he attempt to finger my sex-sore pussy or ass. He simply takes his time cleaning every inch of my skin, taking care with the more sensitive parts of my anatomy.It shows how much he wants to serve me. To care for me. To worship me like the goddess I am.Only after I’m taken care of does he move on to himself. The water is cool now because he left the hot water and steam for me. Such a good, sweet, and thoughtful boy.After the shower, it’s more cuddles. More lazi

NoraIn all of my tears and confusion, I’m not sure how I made it back to my room. Or how I managed to not bawl my eyes out in front of everyone I passed on the way. But the moment I sag into my door, I slide to the floor. I sit there and sob. Lament my horrible luck.My stupid belief that Callum was different from the rest. You stupid, bitch, you chose the wrong guy as a sub, I yell at myself. You fell for a pretty face and a dirty mouth.I did it again.There's no fool like an old fool.My mind wanders to all the times Callum said he was my good boy. Promised he would be. You lied! You made me thinkyou were different. You made me thinkyou were brave and proud of being with me. That you loved being dominated by me, but you didn ’t. I gave parts of me to you that I ’ve never given anyone ever. Parts of me I can never reclaim.With these thoughts, I get up and start packing. Not just my pink bag, but my suitcase, too. As I pack, Ido my best to catch my breath. To breathe through my tea