Caleb shifted, and his hands positioned me to suit him. His cock rested against my left leg, while my right was moved up on the bed. I blushed, knowing how exposed I was from behind, but I didn’t stop him from exploring. If Caleb wanted something, he was sure to get it one way or another. I chose the path of least resistance and greatest pleasure.
I gasped when his finger stroked the seam of my *. I was sore inside, but his soft, skillful touches on my clit were magic. They always had been. As his finger circled my clit, my hips found their own rhythm, sometimes chasing Caleb’s touch, others trying to pull away from the intensity. I didn’t want the frenzy of orgasm, content to languish in the lazy pleasure Caleb cultivated so easily. Caleb resumed his love bites and I could do little more than writhe and moan.
“Tell me again whom you belong to,” he whispered.
I moaned, loudly and unabashed. “To you, Caleb. I belong to you,” I sighed.
“Mmm,” he groaned and bit me again. I gasped, but didn’t pull away from his mouth. “I wish you weren’t sore. I’m dying to get inside you again.”
My stomach flipped, and I sounded breathless when I replied, “I want you, too.” Instinctively, I raised my hips toward his face. Caleb’s arm wrapped around my right hip, holding me in place as his tongue delved into the last place I was ever expecting.
“Caleb!” I screamed and tried to get away from his mouth. I moved like a cat trying to escape water, but Caleb had me where he wanted. The feeling of his tongue sweeping across the bud of my sphincter was an alien and shocking sensation.
“Stop moving,” he commanded.
I opened my mouth to protest when his tongue pushed at the entrance to my hole and sound escaped me entirely. I froze out of pure instinct, letting Caleb fuck this secret part of me with his mouth. My muscles ached under the strain of staying so still. After a while though, I relaxed into Caleb’s touch.
He rewarded me by loosening his hold on my hip and returning his fingers to my neglected *. At the first touch of his fingers rubbing my clit, I came. It was too much to resist when Caleb’s domination of me was so thorough. Just the thought of him having me pinned face down with his tongue in my ass, and his fingers stroking my clit, was enough to push me over the edge a second time. I dropped like a rag doll onto the bed.
Caleb rolled me onto my back with a sense of urgency, and scurried to the top of the bed. He lifted my head onto his knee. I opened my mouth to his cock and swallowed everything he had deigned to give me. Caleb had taken my virginity gently, but this was the version of him I knew I could expect moving forward. I licked and sucked his glorious cock until he told me to stop and he gathered me into his arms. It was the first night, in close to four months, I felt safe, sated, and loved. I slept like the dead.
Rafiq had been delayed by some unforeseen event and Caleb wouldn’t tell me what it might be. For two days, and two nights, it had been glorious. We had two entire days of being ourselves, of being free of obligations and thoughts of revenge. Two days of making love every night in Caleb’s bed.
Caleb was still a kinky bastard and I was glad to know his taste for imaginative torments had not abated. The specter of my virginity long gone, Caleb felt free to indulge. He liked to make me beg. Over his knee, with my ass in the air, he’d slide his fingers into me and make me beg to come. I would have done it gladly, but the catch involved letting him spank me until I came. In the end, I could never resist and the begging became as real as my orgasms – and the sting of his palm. Afterward, he’d fling me onto the bed and fuck me into another orgasm before he came. We split most of our time between the bed and the shower.
The third morning, Celia came into the room to open the curtains, a suspicious but playful smirk alight in her features. I hadn’t spoken to her since the night of Felipe’s party and when I tried, both she and Caleb seemed opposed to the idea.
“She belongs to Felipe and for all we know she’s here to spy on us. She isn’t your friend and neither of us can afford to trust her,” Caleb ranted after Celia left.
“She doesn’t even want to talk to me. If she was a spy, wouldn’t she be trying to – I don’t know – pump me for information?” I said.
“Don’t be so na?ve, Kitten. Your face alone gives away everything between us. You can’t hide a thing because your emotions are written all over your face for anyone interested to read,” he said angrily.
I couldn’t help but smile, I was happy. I didn’t want to have to hide it. I knew the situation remained dangerous. “What do you expect me to do, Caleb, just ignore her? She’s seen me spread-eagled!”
“I expect obedience, I expect loyalty.”