His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

21. Sloane

21

Sloane

We were finally back in DC, and all I wanted was to be alone with Callan—preferably in his apartment, or anywhere else we could just be ourselves. He had been so tense in Martha’s Vineyard. It was understandable, but it made me realize how hard everything was for him. My dad’s suspicious behavior didn’t help either, and while we hadn’t talked about it, I knew Callan sensed something too. At least now Dad would be busy with work and less likely to notice anything unusual, just like always.

Callan went home for a few hours to change and prepare for the state dinner that night. I lay in bed, fantasizing about living in his apartment—making it our apartment. Or maybe we’d get a little house somewhere in California, where I could attend school online and he could fix up his motorcycle for our nightly cruises around the city.

A knock on my door pulled me out of my daydream. I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, knowing it was either Mom or Dad.

“Come in,” I called out.

Of course, it was Mom. She closed the door behind her and slowly came to sit on the bed.

“How are you feeling, mi vida ?” she asked quietly.

She crossed her legs towards me, waiting for an answer.

I wanted to tell her that I felt stuck, that I wanted to run away with Callan and live our lives freely.

I shrugged casually. “I’m fine.”

She tilted her head and gave me her “I don’t believe you” look.

“Now your real answer? I know you’re having a hard time being so secretive, baby.” She placed her hand on mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

To be honest, I was a little pissed at her for pushing us to tell Dad; it was only making Callan more tense, and I felt like she was cornering us.

“I don’t like sneaking around, but there’s no other option, Mom,” I replied coldly.

She raised her eyebrows at me. “I’m an ally here, Sloane,” she snapped.

“It doesn’t feel like it when all you’ve been doing is trying to guilt-trip us into telling Dad. You know what he’ll do, Mom. He’ll fire Callan and ruin their friendship. Unless you’re just trying to wash away your guilt,” I argued.

Her jaw dropped. “Wash away my guilt? Sloane Gabriela, I’ve done nothing but try to be supportive of you. I’m not going to sit here and let you talk to me this way.” She stood up, stormed to my door, and slammed it shut.

God, what am I doing? Starting a fight with my mom, my best friend, the only person I could talk to about this—besides Callan.

I grabbed my phone and tapped on his name to call him, and he answered after one ring.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.

I’d never called him before, so I knew he must have thought something was wrong.

“I’m about ready to pack a bag and come stay with you,” I said quietly.

“I’d fucking love that, but what’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asked gently.

I closed my eyes. “I just want to be with you, Callan. I hate this.”

He sighed heavily. “Baby, I want to be with you too. Why don’t you pack a bag and after the state dinner, we’ll flee to my apartment and fuck like animals?”

I giggled. “Yeah. I like that idea. I get to see you look all hot in a suit tonight, huh?”

He chuckled. “Yep. What are you gonna wear? Please not something I’m gonna fucking get hard over right away,” he teased.

“I don’t know. Guess you gotta wait and see.”

A couple of hours later, I slipped into a black, tight midi dress with spaghetti straps and a very low, lace-cupped bust. I paired it with tan, four-inch platform heels that strapped at the top. After applying my makeup and letting my hair fall in soft waves past my shoulders, I looked in the mirror and felt confident. My boobs had never looked better; I looked amazing. Callan is going to freak out , I thought with a smile.

I walked into the hallway to find Mom and Dad sitting in the yellow oval room with Leo and Julian. Mom looked stunning in a pink Louis Vuitton gown, and Dad even looked dapper in his suit. Everyone’s heads whipped around as they noticed me enter.

“Wow,” Mom announced with a smile.

“Sloane, sweetheart. You can’t wear that,” Dad immediately chimed in.

I felt my eyes widen in disbelief. Mom looked at Dad with a confused, bewildered expression.

“What? Why not?” she argued.

“She’s…” He trailed off, gesturing toward me. “That’s not appropriate for a young lady.”

Mom scoffed. “She looks very classy and beautiful and grown-up. Is it not appropriate because it makes you uncomfortable?”

Dad closed his eyes in irritation. “I didn’t say that. I just—”

“No,” she interrupted. “You’ve said enough.”

She waved him off like she was dismissing him. I wanted to hug her. She was always on my side, calling out sexist bullshit no matter who said it.

As if the tension in the room couldn’t get any thicker, Callan casually walked in looking incredibly hot. He wore a navy blue suit with a vest jacket, a white shirt, and a black tie. His hair was slicked back, and the side of his neck tattoo peeked out from his collar. I was dying to know what he was thinking as he took me in for a few seconds, eyeing me up and down, almost in a panic. He quickly blinked and turned to look at everyone else.

“Sorry if I’m late. Everything is good to go downstairs,” he said.

Mom and Dad remained silent, the tension palpable.

“Good. Let’s go,” Mom replied, standing up and leading the way.

I glanced back at Dad; he looked between Leo and Julian and nodded. I hurried after Mom and Callan, trying to catch up with her.

“Thanks, Mom. I’m sorry about earlier,” I whispered.

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” She smiled at me and took my hand as we walked down the stairs.

I glanced back at Callan and he winked at me. I giggled to myself, looking down at the steps.

“Take your time, baby. Your dad just doesn’t get it sometimes,” she said quietly, shaking her head.

I sighed with relief as we walked down to the state dining room. Callan quickly moved ahead of me and Mom, pulling the door open for us. Inside, the large dining room was filled with guests in their finest gowns and suits, chatting amongst themselves until they quieted at our entrance. The chandelier sparkled with shades of purple and pink, casting a warm glow across the room.

Several round tables filled the space, and a long rectangular table stood at the front. Callan guided us to that table, where guests had already filled one side. Mom took a seat in the middle, I sat down next to her, and Callan promptly settled beside me.

Callan leaned over and whispered into my ear. “You’re fucking killing me, baby.”

I smiled as I looked down at my plate and silverware. “That’s what I was going for,” I whispered back, biting my lip to hide my smile.

He sighed and looked around, then put his hand on my thigh. He gave it a tight squeeze but released his grip once the room grew silent as Dad walked in with Leo and Julian. The Norwegian Prime Minister, the guest of honor, stood up to greet our family as Dad approached the table, and the party had begun.

Callan took every opportunity to put his hand on me. When Dad got up to make a toast, I kept squirming under the touch of Callan’s palm as he softly caressed my thigh. I didn’t think anyone could sense what was going on underneath the table, but Mom nudged me with her arm as she glanced down at my lap, shaking her head.

“Too much,” she warned me, then looked over at Callan.

“Fuck. Sorry,” he muttered under his breath.

Everyone seemed to have a good time but all I could think about was what Callan and I would do once we left. My mind wandered to the strap-on we purchased in Berkeley. Would Callan really be into that? The idea of me fucking Callan almost made my brain explode. How amazing would it be to be in control of Callan’s body, of his pleasure, dominating him in the way that I knew I could?

A rush of adrenaline hit me; I was gonna go for it. “When we get to your apartment, I want you on your knees for me,” I whispered in Callan’s ear with shaky breath. As turned on as I was, I was nervous—never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be doing this, especially with someone like Callan.

I leaned back into my chair to gauge his reaction. His face gave him away immediately—a slow, sly smile spread across his lips as he swallowed hard and licked his lower lip, then side-eyed me and nodded. I knew he was into it.

After we took pictures with the prime minister and his family, I almost raced up the steps to grab the bag I had packed for Callan’s place. He waited for me at the end of the stairs and quickly walked ahead of me to open the side door toward the SUV.

We carefully drove off toward his apartment, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone. This way, no one could ask any questions.

“Do you know what I want to do to you, Daddy?” I asked, sitting in the passenger seat and crossing my legs toward him.

“I think I have a feeling, baby,” he answered, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

I giggled. “And if you’re good, I’ll let you fuck me however you want after.”

“ Fuck ,” he breathed, quickly glancing over at me. “You’re gonna make me come just talking like that, baby.”

I reached over to his hard cock, already begging to be released. My hand glided up and down his length, the heat between my legs growing with every stroke.

A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking garage. Callan didn’t bother being discreet as he took my hand and guided me into the elevator. He put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss, but I quickly put my hand between our lips.

“Did I say you could kiss me?” I teased, raising my eyebrows.

Callan bit his lip and eyed me longingly. “ Please , baby,” he begged.

I smiled as the elevator door pinged open on his floor. I took his hand and led him to his door, waiting for him to unlock it as he fumbled with his keys.

“The longer you take, the longer it’ll be until I fuck you,” I whispered as I pressed my body against his back.

“Fuck,” he muttered, then unlocked the door.

We walked in and I immediately headed for the bathroom. “Get the butt plugs and prep your ass. I’m strapping up.”

I didn’t look back as I closed the bathroom door behind me and squealed to myself. “Oh my God !” I whispered, my hands shaking.

I carefully took my dress off and hung it on the hook behind the door. I opened my bag that revealed a few nights’ worth of pajamas and clothes. Underneath everything was the strap-on harness and a purple, double ended dildo that vibrated. I held the harness up in my hand and wondered how in the hell I was going to figure out how to put it on. I had never done anything like this before and I was starting to think I was in over my head. I took my phone out and found an instructional video on the manufacturer’s website. I stepped into the harness, tightened the front and back straps, and inserted the dildo into the middle hole. I gasped as I stuck my side of the dildo into my already drenched pussy. I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I was still sporting my four-inch platform heels, and with the strap-on in place, I looked like a fucking queen. I turned around and my exposed ass looked amazing with the harness on. I took a few deep breaths and shook my hands out to get rid of the nerves. I took one last deep breath and flung the door open, finding Callan naked and on his knees, stroking himself as he took me all in.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed out as he looked up at me.

I smiled. “Is your ass getting stretched out for me?” I asked as I put my hand on my hip.

“Yes, baby. I’m ready for you.” His voice was deep and eager.

My heart raced as I inched toward him and put my hand to his hair.

“Suck my cock,” I demanded, then let go of his hair and took the purple dildo in my hand.

Callan looked up at me, almost hesitantly. I wondered if I was taking things too far.

“It’s not a real cock, Callan. But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” I said gently.

He licked his lips as he eyed me, then leaned in and pressed his lips to the purple dildo I was holding. He slowly took it in and began to move his mouth up and down the length. Watching him suck on my dildo sent a wave of goosebumps all over my body—I had no idea how much this would turn me on.

“That’s a good Daddy,” I said with a smile, watching him as he found a steady rhythm and as I began to move my hips. Holy shit, this is amazing . Was this the type of power Callan felt while I sucked his cock, or did I feel this way because I now magically had a dick? He looked so sexy the way his lips wrapped around the dildo. I was starting to really get into it—I took his head in my hands and started fucking his face. I didn’t even have the vibrator turned on yet but the nub atop of the dildo pressed against my clit perfectly, building up to an orgasm.

“I need to fuck you now,” I said as I pulled out of his mouth and took a step back.

He nodded and stood up, jerking his hard cock quickly. I pulled him close to me and planted my lips firmly onto his, needing to feel his soft mouth against mine. I pulled away and glanced at the bed on the other side of the room.

“Get on the bed. On all fours,” I instructed.

Callan immediately walked to the bed and got onto it, putting his hands and knees underneath his body and looking at me expectantly. Seeing Callan and his muscled, tattooed body waiting for me to fuck him had my pussy pulsing. I grabbed the lube that sat on his dresser and slowly walked to Callan, observing his ass that somehow looked even better propped up for me. I could see the little stainless steel butt plug in his ass as I inched closer to him.

“I’m pulling it out now. Are you ready for me?” I asked, running my hands along his ass.

“I’m ready for you, baby,” he answered softly.

I gently reached for the butt plug and slowly pulled it, hearing him gasp, then dropped it on the floor where he had conveniently laid a towel. I slathered lube onto the dildo and Callan, now experienced to know that with anal, the more lube the better. Callan looked over his shoulder at me, his forehead creased in anticipation.

I took the dildo and slowly pressed the tip into him, waiting for a reaction.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out.

“Everything good?” I asked with concern.

“Yes, baby. Keep going,” he quickly responded.

I smiled and bit my lip as I inched into him slowly, his grunts of pleasure turning me on even more. I was finally fully inside of him and started to slowly move my hips.

“Oh, fuck baby. Yes,” he moaned out.

“Yeah, Daddy? You like being fucked?” I grabbed his hips and began to pump quicker.

I had never heard him moan in pleasure so much—it drove me wild. As I turned the vibrator on, I knew that with just a few more thrusts, I’d come easily.

“Oh fuck, Sloane,” he said in between quickened breaths.

I giggled as I began to thrust harder, the friction on my clit, combined with the vibrator and pounding into Callan, pushing me closer to coming.

“I’m gonna come. Fucking your ass feels so good,” I breathed out.

“Oh fuck, baby. Me too.”

We both moaned in pleasure at almost the exact same time, Callan’s loud grunts only intensifying the euphoria of my orgasm.

I had to turn the vibrator off—it was too intense, and my pussy still throbbed with need. I pulled out of Callan and he fell onto the bed on his side, catching his breath. I quickly pulled the harness and dildo off and climbed onto the bed to straddle him. He gave me a sleepy smile as he took my hips.

“How was that?” I asked curiously.

He sighed. “Sloane, that was fucking amazing. You’re such a fucking goddess,” he said as he squeezed my ass.

A blush spread across my cheeks; any compliment from Callan always made me giddy. “Yeah? Well, you’re gonna need to fuck this goddess before we fall asleep. The dildo is fun, but I need your warm cock inside of me.”

Callan’s face grew serious as his lips parted. “You just got me so fucking hard again. Come on, baby,” he said as he sat up and pushed me onto my back, holding my legs to his chest. “Let me please my fucking goddess.”