When Callum and I entered the resort lobby to meet our friends, I couldn't help but smile big and giggle because Tallulah and Isabelle looked disappointed after seeing I accepted Callum's generous gifts. His more than thoughtful gifts that I didn't understand why he had bought them for me or deserved in the first place.
I don't know much about jewelry, but I know a little about Harry Winston's exquisite gems from some of the romance novels I've read. Supposedly, his beautiful precious stones can be worth millions, and now a comment Callum said after I told him I wasn't sure how to feel wearing something expensive as these make sense. Wearing those, you'll feel like a million bucks... there was a double meaning—he truly meant it.
I'm literally a million-dollar woman right now. And it's really freaking me out knowing this—fearing I'd be mugged and stripped to nothing.
And now it has me wondering, is this his way of officially taking claim of me? Bragging rights?
He never said, but when a man spends this much money on a woman, it usually means you're an item. I'm smart enough to know a man just doesn't spend a million dollars on a woman for nothing. And if that's the case, I don't even know what to think.
It confuses me more than anything.
But if this is Callum's way of making things official between us, knowing him, he'll fill me in before we leave Maui, if that's what he meant with these. Because the one thing I know he won't want me doing when we return to Chicago is dating other men. He's already made that part clear. Something I still have a hard time comprehending since he refuses to do relationships.
Today our couples dancing instructors are Kalani and Makoa—the young instructor the guys had the other day. He was attractive, and every time he looked at or said something to me, I felt the inferno of Callum's eyes sear deep into my skin.
I don't know why he was working himself up over it. I hardly said two words to the guy and mainly nodded to acknowledge I understood what Callum and I were supposed to do.
On the other hand, if anyone should be questioning anything. It should be me. Callum's eyes were constantly on Kalani. And if I knew any better, it seemed as if he was flirting with her through his eyes. But whatever. I'm not going to make a scene here.
Callum practically owns me right now with the gorgeous goods he has me wearing today. So it wouldn't be right of me to pick a fight and call him a manwhore. I'll wait until tonight to call him that.
The other night, when I planned on shocking him in his sleep with the handcuffs and nipple clamps, I decided to hold off after he apologized and pampered me. I know it's not something Callum would do, that he'd still go through disciplining me, but my conscience told me I shouldn't. And I'm glad I didn't after the things he gave me today.
And because of what he did, I felt he should be rewarded with something I knew would be special to him. So, knowing what was hidden underneath my dress and how Callum had no idea what I'd done, I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth, fighting the smile threatening to appear as I looked into my dancing partner's warm, chocolaty brown eyes. At the same time, we moved along the dance floor.
Callum's pretty intuitive when it comes to me because as I gazed into his eyes and fought the smile that wanted to show, he said, "Tell me what's going through your mind."
I bit my lip harder when the smile that wanted to come out tried out-powering my teeth.
"You feel like a million dollars right now, don't you? That's why you're trying to hide that beautiful smile, isn't it?"
Yes and no.
Because of the Harry Winston cathedral emerald and diamond necklace—five pearl-shaped emeralds, all the glorious diamonds, and matching pearl-shaped emeralds, diamond earrings, and bracelet, that trio alone, I'm sure, must have cost him a million or more. And the emerald sequin V-neck dress? I don't even want to know how much he paid for this.
All I know is, whatever he paid for this entire ensemble, he spent too much.
"Kiss me," I ordered, trying to throw him off. He did not hesitate. Because the second I told him to kiss me, his hand gripped my head, and he crushed his mouth to mine—hard. His tongue also plunged deeply into my mouth, dominating it like the alpha bosshole he is—but I liked it. And the more time I spend with him, the more he's growing on me.
Which scares me a little.
But I won't think about that. Not right now. There's something else I need to do, and that's telling Callum what I've done.
I just want to see this man smile—a genuine smile showing he's proud—and happy with me.
I left his mouth and moved to his ear, whispering, "I do feel like a million bucks. But that's not why I was trying to hide my smile. I was fighting it because there's something I did that I want you to know."
My head tilted back when he turned to look at me. Then, lifting a brow, he asked, "What did you do?"
I bit the corner of my lip, then the center of it, before hinting, "I'm full right now."
Confusion instantly appeared on his face.
"Like really full..." I hinted again.
"You didn't eat that much today. So how could you be that full?"
I giggled and darted my eyes around the room, looking to see who was watching us. And the only one who had their eyes on us was Aaron.
"My tummy isn't full," I replied, eying Aaron, who was still watching us—or me.
He took my gaze away from Aaron by guiding my chin towards him and intensely looked into my eyes, his eyes bouncing back and forth as he studied me, trying to figure out what I was cryptically telling him.
"Full..." he wondered, then after a moment, his eyes widened, and he pulled me tighter against him while leaning into my ear. "You're wearing something. Aren't you?"
I sucked my lip into my mouth and bit, answering him with a nod of my head.
"Which one?"
Seeing the excitement and vehemence on Callum's face tugged at my lips, pulling them into one massive shit-eating grin.
"Ass or pussy?"
"Both," I responded, and a deep throaty groan instantly escaped his lips. My smile widened.
My nipples erected hard when he pressed his mouth near my tragus, quietly saying, "You're going to be the death of me, Eloise."
I giggled."Then I'll be your boo."
He raised my arm, twirled me, and he pulled me to him when I came around to face him. "Very funny... now tell me why my girl is wearing them?"
He repeated the twirl and crashed me into his body, flames of desire building in his eyes. "I wanted to."
"Why both?" he asked, spinning me around and pulling me against him, my back against his chest, with his arms firmly holding me in place.
"Because I felt like giving you one hell of a surprise, thinking you'd enjoy it."
He delightedly groaned.
"You do realize you're in trouble now. Right?"
"Yep," I said through my teeth, smiling. "Since I'm wearing over a million dollars worth of stuff you bought me, I felt the least I could do was show my appreciation for your over-the-top generosity by wearing the other things you bought me. And allowing you to do whatever you want, whenever you want... and however you want, without getting upset with you."
He spun me away from him, and when his arm fully extended, he pulled me back to him, facing him. "Did you grab the remotes? Because I'll need them. It'll be too hard to activate them both with my phone."
I had a feeling he'd say that. So before we left to meet our friends, I hurried to the bedroom and grabbed them off his nightstand. "I did. They're in the clutch purse you bought me."
"Let the fun begin," he smiled.
***
Callum never activated the vibrators during our dance lessons after I gave him the remotes, claiming he wanted to master our dance instead of fooling around, where it would cost us all to spend more time at the dance studio.
Then, when we left the studio, I was sure he'd activate them on our way to the restaurant, but he surprised me when he never did.
Here I give him permission to fuck with me all he wants, and he's chosen not to. And somehow, I can't help but feel disappointed by it.
But I should know better. Along the way to our final evening destination, I realized why he's waited to mess with me, even though I gave him the go-ahead to arouse me as we danced. His proud words, I don't play nice, Eloise replayed through my mind—repeatedly.
Which tells me I'm about to have the embarrassment of my life while we're all enjoying our meal inside the fine dining, five-star restaurant.
I asked for it, and since the embarrassment will be my fault, I better not complain one bit once he turns them on.
Something told me Aaron knew what Callum and I were up to, like he had some invisible magic radar attached somewhere on his body. Because when we were being seated, and I sat in my chair, Aaron made damn sure to take a seat beside me.
Callum's doppelgänger wants to be as near to me as Callum is, to watch, listen, and get off on my coming undone in front of everyone. And by the man claiming I'm his, sitting on my left, nonchalantly looking at his sidekick on my right, with a hint of a smirk playing on his full lips, tells me he, too, knows Aaron figured it out.
Welp. It is what it is; this is what I wanted. Now, I just have to figure out how to keep my cool when the vibrations and thrusts go off.
After giving our waiter our food order, I carefully lifted my wine, expecting every second from now until we left for Callum's playtime to begin. I took a sip of my Cabernet Sauvignon, and the second I set down my glass and my fingers released from the stem, tickling sensations assaulted my forbidden hole.
And I fucking moaned.
Aaron's head snapped my way, smirking.
Callum, too, was smirking.
And Isabelle was looking at me with her head cocked to the side. "Are you okay?"
I smiled widely. "I'm fine. The wine is to die for. Probably the best I've ever had."
I looked at Callum, saying, "Thank you." For more reasons than one. One for choosing the wine for me. Two, for finally giving me something to look forward to. And three, for him, waiting until my hand was no longer attached to my glass to start arousing me.
With a smug smile, he responded, "You're welcome."
The next thing I felt was the vibrator buried in my pussy. Callum activated the thrusts, and I moaned again, quieter, but Callum and Aaron both heard the faint sound leaving my lips. Both looked at me with amusement in their eyes.
"The wine is still lingering in your mouth, I see," Aaron humorously said.
"Yep. Tastes so good. I should tell our waiter to leave the bottle next time he comes to refill my glass." I picked up my wine and took a longer swallow because Callum was playing nice right now, and I knew that it was about to end any minute.
Aaron chuckled, saying, "Right..."
Callum chuckled under his breath. And now I know why. My hole squeezed tightly when the vibrations escalated, and thrusts in my pussy increased in speed, and intense vibrations heavily assaulted my clit. My hands slammed on the table, and I clenched the white linen firmly, pulling the cloth closer to me.
"Eloise?" Isabelle said my name questionably, with a worried look in her eye.
"I'm sorry, my stomach cramped."
Isabelle brought her purse to her lap, then removed a bottle, reaching over the table to hand it to me. "Here, take some Midol."
Aaron laughed, saying, "I don't think that's what she needs." He eyed Callum, then me, grinning as he said, "I think she needs a bed."
I need that too.
"... some ice," Aaron continued, rattling off, "maybe some whipped cream and champagne also," he grinned.
"I'm good, thanks," I said to Aaron, then looked at Isabelle. "Thanks, but I should be okay. If the cramps hit again, I'll take you up on that offer."
Callum chuckled lowly, keeping his hands hidden under the white linen cloth.
Our food came, and when my plate was placed in front of me, and I looked at my food, licking my lips, Callum played dirty. He turned the anal vibrations to the max, and I didn't know it, but it could also thrust, and he turned that on high as well. Including the pussy and clit stimulator. The vibrators pulsing and thrusts were turned on to the max.
I howled, moaned loudly, and the whites of my eyes were in clear view when they rolled behind my head. "Oh. Wowww."
Aaron bellowed a laugh, and the rest of the table's eyes were on me, looking at me like I had lost it. So I added while panting, trying hard not to make it obvious I was on the verge of having an orgasm. "This food looks to die for!"
On top of moaning, the table shook, and our drinks teetered when my knees ferociously hit the table.
Callum leaned into my ear and whispered, "You're doing better than I thought you'd do. And I'm greatly enjoying this, but since our food is here, I need to behave so everyone can enjoy their meal."
Sounds good to me. I don't think I'd be able to eat if my two lower holes continued being pounded and teased while I tried enjoying my food.
Even though Callum ended playtime to eat, everyone at the table still couldn't help but eye me every chance they could. So either they figured out Callum was messing with me, or they seriously think I've got some major issues that need to be taken care of.
After eating, I excused myself, letting them know I needed to use the restroom. I didn't have to. I just needed to clean up. I felt pretty wet below and feared the two personal items would slip out of me at the wrong time—like when we were leaving the restaurant.
When I returned to the table, Callum immediately stood, taking my hand, saying, "Dance with me." Not a question, but an order.
He walked me over to the other couples' dancing, pulled me to him, and smiled when he began leading us. "Was that fun?"
I giggled. "It was hard holding back the scream that wanted to come out. But yes, it was fun."
His gaze lowered, and as his eyes flirted with my lips, he said, "That only made me want to lift you onto the table, remove the vibrator, and devour your beautiful pink pussy. Right in front of everyone."
"What stopped you?" I teased.
The corner of his mouth curved into a playful smirk. "Someone's delicate hand crashing to my face. Rory strangling me. Isabelle screaming. And whatever everyone else at the table would have done."
When his eyes returned to my lips, I asked, "Is there something you want?"
He smiled bewitchingly. "I want a lot of things, Eloise. First, I want us to get back to our room so I can fuck your beautiful cunt, mouth, and... well, actually, I really want to fucking kiss you right now."
I playfully lifted a brow. "What's stopping you? Usually, you just take it upon yourself to crash your mouth on mine whenever you feel like it."
His response left me in awe and speechless.
"Because you look so remarkably stunning... You're breathtaking, Eloise. So fucking breathtaking that if I were to kiss you, all the air in my lungs would be stolen."
I pulled him to my mouth, and within seconds of us devouring each other like it was our last time seeing each other, my knees gave out, and my back arched when both vibrators and thrusts went off—everything turned to the max.
Everything stopped, and as Callum got me back on my feet, they both went off again, and I repeated the same reactions—my back arched, and my knees gave out. "Oh, fu—" I started shouting, but was silenced by Callum's possessive mouth.
The vibrators stopped again, and as I stood tall, looking at an amused Callum groaning, the anal vibrator started to thrust and vibrate. My legs twisted around, and I bit my lips together to stifle the profanities I wanted to yell.
"Where're the remotes?" I asked when I realized I didn't see him holding anything.
A mischievous smile danced on his lips as he said, "Aaron took them from me."
My eyes widened, and then they lowered to slits. "Why?" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"I asked him to flirt with you using the remotes while we kissed."
I may have been the one who instigated this, but now I'm going to end it. I didn't wear these toys for Aaron to mess with me; this was only supposed to be between Callum and me.
I stomped my foot and growled like an angry dog. "Motherfucker..."
***
The ride back to the resort was quiet. And I immediately stormed into the bathroom and removed the toys when we returned to our room.
I shouldn't be upset with Callum for having Aaron mess with me, too, but I am. And I know if it happened to anyone else, I would have found it hilarious, and I would have laughed. But still, Callum crossed the line by involving a third wheel in our fooling around when he wasn't given the okay to do.
As I stood in front of the mirror removing the earrings, Callum made himself visible when he came up from behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders. "Are you really that mad at me?" he quietly asked, kissing a trail along my neck.
"Yes. I didn't say you could involve Aaron with our shenanigans."
"He figured out what we were up to, so when you left to use the restroom, he offered to help make it a little more fun."
My gaze found him through the mirror. "It would have been different had I been asked if it would be okay for you to include him. But no. You went behind my back."
"I did what you asked," he responded matter-of-factly. Like it was no big deal, but it was to me. He didn't ask.
He did do what I asked. Still, the fact remains I didn't tell him he could include Aaron in our playtime.
Now he'll pay for it.
Tonight...
"So. I take it we're done fooling around for the night?" he asked playfully, a smirk following.
I moved away from him, hissing, "Yep. Playtime is over tonight."
For now.
Callum granted my request to leave me alone. So while he lay in bed, scrolling through his phone, most likely looking at his emails, I grabbed my book and went onto the patio to read, waiting for my time to strike back.
Two hours passed, and when I didn't hear a sound and saw the light turned off in the bedroom, I closed my book, then quietly returned to the room and to the dresser he was hiding the toys.
Carefully, I opened the drawer, removed the handcuffs and nipple clamps, then went over to him, my heart racing to beat the band the entire time.
I lifted his left arm, secured the handcuff to his wrist, then did his right wrist. I slowly and very carefully raised his arms above his head, my eyes intently watching his face the entire time as I secured the handcuffs to the headboard attachment Callum added for him to use on me.
Next, I took a deep breath, and with a wicked grin, I attached the clamps to his nipples at the same time.
His eyes flew open, and he howled, "Eloise! What are you doing?"
I cocked my head to the side, grinning like the devil. "It's payback time," I informed him, tugging the tassels attached to the nipple clamps.
His body tensed, and his jaw clenched tight. "Next time you decide to play dirty, you'll include me before it happens. Got it?"
I tugged the tassels again. This time much harder. Laughing when Callum yelped from the stinging pain. Now he knows what it feels like, and I'm glad it was me to be able to show him what kind of pain the clamps inflict.
"You will not discipline me for doing this to you either," I commanded, inflicting more pain on his nipples and loving every minute of his reactions. "Is that clear?"
He grimaced in pain—pain from having to agree with me and from the pain I was causing him to experience.
"Okay. No punishment. And from now on, I'll get your permission before I do anything like that again."
Again? "Who says I'll ever allow adding another person to our crazy antics?"
He studied my face for a moment. Then, with an amused grin, he said, "You... but... that's only if I agree to it. Which I'll tell you now. That probably won't ever happen. I may have shared some of what happened earlier with Aaron, but I'm not sure I could share much more than us toying around with toys."
I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! 🤞🤞
Just a quick note that I won't be updating this weekend. Hence the double update today! 😁❤️
It's Easter weekend here for us, and we have two days worth of visiting families on both sides of our family.
For all who celebrate Easter, enjoy! Happy Easter and enjoy your family and food!