#{ callum x soleil }

[retroactiive]

@siiinfully​ liked for a guest starter || callum and soleil

footsteps are solid on tile as he walks across the room, the only sound in the room besides the muffled sounds of a man, who had made one mistake too many. going out to the bar that night, getting too drunk, touching his wife; all of these things are choices that brought this individual to this dimly lit, dungeon of a room, bound and gagged and at his mercy. and callum was a calloused and cold man, especially when it came to the defense of what he thought to be his. and the redhead who was tied to the table, stripped bare, spread wide and staring right at the foolish man was undeniably the property of callum. 

“ welcome to our home. this is what you wanted right? you wanted to see what my wife looked like when she was screaming in ecstasy? well, here is your chance. one last gift before you pay for what you did earlier, “ stated the protective husband who was working his pants down in between the legs of his loving wife. no one would suspect the couple would do these kinds of things in private, but that was the perfect way to cover his darker ministrations and desires. but her being the perfect cover didn’t detract from the toxic love that he felt for her, possessive as it might be. his hand comes forward, sliding over the center line of soleil’s body, until he’s wrapping digits around her neck. “ tell him how much you love my touch baby. tell him how much you want my cock. “