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It’d been a pleasant working environment ever since.
At the end of the day, Calloway and I went home. We sat in the back seat of the car together, but Calloway didn’t take my hand like he usually did. He stayed on his side, his eyes glued out the window and his brooding nature filling the back seat.
I knew exactly what that meant.
I hadn’t returned to my apartment and brought my things over because I wanted to take things slow, but that didn’t stop me from being with him every hour of the day. When I returned to my apartment to grab new clothes, I was slowly bringing everything back to his house. So, in a way, I was pretty much moving back in anyway—just at a slow pace.
We walked into the house, and the second the front door was shut and locked, I knew which version of Calloway I was with.
The beast.
“Strip.” He loosened his tie and dropped his jacket on the floor. He slid his shoes off with his feet, never breaking eye contact with me.
My eyes moved to the ground, and I did ask he asked, peeling off my dress, underwear, and heels. I was used to standing naked in front of him on a daily basis, watching his eyes stare at my tits appreciatively. The look always made my skin burn white-hot, feeling his attraction to me without him having to do or say anything.
“Follow me.” He walked upstairs as he unbuttoned his shirt. It fell off his shoulders and onto the floor just before he walked into the new playroom. It’d been under construction for a week.
That must have meant it was finished.
The second I stepped inside, I noticed how different it was. The old guest bedroom had been transformed into Calloway’s playground. The window that overlooked the front door had been covered with a new wall, making it impossible for anyone to see what we were doing inside. The previously gray walls had been covered with maroon wallpaper, making it feel royal and mysterious at the same time.
Cases were placed against the walls, housing the same types of toys that I witnessed at Ruin. There was an assortment of whips, various chains, and cable ties within the glass cases. The ceiling had been constructed of a wooden platform that possessed a suspension system, along with a thick length of rope.
I couldn’t believe this place was officially in his house.
The playroom still made me tense and uncomfortable. When we were at Ruin, I felt out of my element. I only sucked it up and did it because losing Calloway was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Doing this somewhere I felt comfortable made the experience much more tolerable. There was no one else here—just the two of us.
“Stand here.” Calloway tapped his foot against the floor at the center of the room. “Now.”
I stood where his foot had been and returned my gaze to the ground. I could hear the clanking sound of his belt as his pulled it out of the loops and dropped his slacks. His boxers came next, adding to the pile of clothes.
“Safe word?” He walked up to me with his black belt in his hands.
“Green.”
He secured my wrists to the fastener in the rope, his eyes glued to mine the entire time. His intensity was arousing but also terrifying. Whatever he was about to do to me would deeply please him. That gave me a thrill of excitement, but also a spasm of stress.
He pulled on the suspension until my feet hung a few inches off the ground. I swayed gently as my body shifted, slowing coming to a standstill.
I wanted to ask what he was going to do, but I knew better than to ask questions.
He stepped back and surveyed my position, the black belt still in his right hand as he stood completely naked. His impressive cock was happy to see me. It was thick and long, eager to be buried inside me.
And I wanted him buried inside me.
He slowly walked around me and lifted the belt, the leather gliding over my skin gently. It was rough to the touch, the individual grooves feeling like bumps against my skin. It started at my tummy then glided around to my ass as he reached the rear. “I’m gonna whip you, sweetheart. And you’re gonna count—just like last time.”
He was going to whip me with the belt…?
“Do you understand?” His powerful voice echoed in the room even though he didn’t raise his voice.
“Yes, Master.” He usually preferred Master over Sir, so I chose that title.
He gave me a playful tap on the ass. “Good. To ten.” He moved behind me, his bare feet tapping against the hardwood floor.
I knew it was coming, so I immediately tensed as I hung from the rope. My back and ass were burning even though no contact had been made. I dreaded the pain before it even arrived, thinking of the way he’d spanked me with his palm.
