Page 62 of Callback


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When he’s wearing nothing but his underwear, Luca looks over at me from under his lashes, his hands clasped in front of him. “What now?”

I walk over to him slowly—even though I want to race over to him, take him in my arms and fuck him against the wall.

Standing in front of him, I tip his chin up and ask, “Do you want me to spank you, little lamb? Want to feel my hand coming down on that sweet ass?”

He lets out a shaky breath, eyes blown wide. “Yes. Will it hurt?”

“A little, but it’ll make you fly, I promise.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to lie on the bench and hold on. Don’t let go until I tell you.”

He gets a cute little crease in his eyebrows. “Hold on? You’re not… we’re not…” He trails off and then takes a breath. “What about the restraints?”

There’s nothing I’d like more than having Luca at my mercy, doing to his body whatever I want, knowing he can’t move. But is he ready for something like that? Giving up complete control to me?

Sighing, I shake my head. “No, we’re not. But?—”

“I want to.” He shimmies out of my arms and moves over to the bench. After pulling in a steadying breath, he positions himself on the leather… then slides his hands through the restraints.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful fucking sight. Holy fuck, Luca spread out and ready for me, looking over his shoulder with his mouth slightly parted…

This is what fantasies are made of.

“Luca,” I breathe, stepping over to him, running my hand up his bare back. “You’re absolutely fucking perfect, you know that? More than I deserve.”

He licks his lips, panting. “You deserve the world, Professor.”

God, if only he knew.

I want to tell Luca all about my past. He deserves to know why I am the way I am, but right now, I just want to make him feel good. I can tell him when the time is right.

Bending, I kiss along his spine, soaking up the sounds of his pleasure. In a voice I hardly recognize, I whisper, “Youare my world, Luca.”

I don’t miss the catch in his breath, the stiffness of his surprise thrumming through his muscles.

Needing to move past my admission, I ask, “What’s your safe word?” as I restrain his slender wrists.

“Teacher,” he breathes.

Before I move to his ankles, I tip up his chin and kiss him gently. “Good boy.” He melts in front of me, his body going slack on the bench. “If you’re uncomfortable or I hurt you, I want you to say your safe word, okay?”

“Okay, Professor.”

After kissing him once more, I move to his ankles and restrain them as well. Luca tests his bindings. “That okay?” I ask gruffly. “Too tight?”

“They’re fine. Thank you.”

He sounds so sweet, so nervous, so fucking eager. If I’m not careful, I’ll blow my load before I can show him how good I can make him feel.

Stepping behind him, I drag my hand down his spine. “I’ll spank you over your underwear first, so you can see how it feels. If it’s okay, I’ll push you just a little further.”

“Okay.”

I rub over his small, cute ass, feeling him quivering under my palm. “Relax, Luca. I won’t hurt you.”

“I know,” he whispers, looking at me over his shoulder. “I trust you. This is just… really hot.”