kitty imagines

He should’ve just left you home, safe and sound and surrounded by him. But instead, there you were, mingling and having fun and leaving him behind. The person beside Rafayel droned on, continuing to be nothing but background noise against the din of other people speaking and glasses clinking. The mating mark on his chest was burning uncomfortably as he continued to watch you, like his body was begging him to go and claim you in front of the crowd.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you if he tried, the way your irises shimmered and the smile stretched across your lips akin to drugs. If he could spend the rest of his life only drawing, sculpting, and painting you to immortalize your beauty, he would never want for another thing. You shifted back slightly as the man in front of you placed his warm, clammy hand on your shoulder. Rafayel’s body moved before he thought, cutting off the person beside him, as he shoved through the crowd around him to get to you as fast as possible.

You turned your head, meeting Rafayel’s burning eyes as he finally reached you. The stranger backed up, his hand falling from your shoulder as Rafayel’s murderous gaze snapped to his face. Despite the savage glint in his rainbow eyes, a small smile was on his lips as the sea god wrapped his arm protectively around your waist.

“Cutie, aren’t you gonna introduce me to your new friend?” You felt the way his grip tightened when he said friend, and you glanced cautiously between your love and the man having a staring contest. “Um, Rafayel, this is Jacob. He works for the museum and we were just discussing our favorite of your pieces.” “Oh, really?” Rafayel hummed, his head tilting slightly. The smile still didn’t reach his eyes.

“So which of my paintings is your favorite?” Jacob didn’t look away, holding the artist’s challenging and ferocious gaze without missing a beat. “I personally love your piece called Lemuria’s Pearl.” Rafayel wanted to leap forward and stab this guy through the chest. That painting was inspired by you, and held a deep meaning for the sea god. His smile stretched, strained by the rage he was feeling.

“Oh, Raf, I think Thomas is calling us!” You could have cut the tension with a knife, and you saw the way Rafayel’s eyes looked. If you two stayed any longer, he might actually kill the guy. You gave a polite goodbye to Jacob, before pulling Rafayel with you back through the crowd. You took him to an isolated place behind the exhibits so he could cool down. As soon as you entered the empty hallway, your companion whipped you around, pushing you against the wall and capturing your lips.

The kiss was as passionate as it was claiming, his tongue immediately slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. You gasped into his mouth as Rafayel’s hands slid down your side to the back of you to grope your ass. Your eyes fluttered shut, the intensity of the kiss and the touch overwhelming you. After a few more seconds, he pulled away, a silver string of saliva hanging between you two.

You opened your eyes, a shiver running through you at the burning vehemence in his rainbow colored gaze. His brows were furrowed, gaze tracing your lips before flitting back up to your eyes. There was a nasty pit settling in his stomach that he needed to deal with. To do so, he had to prove his claim over you, and make sure all the nasty land-dwellers with their evil thoughts would stay away. He should’ve pinned you against a painting there in the exhibit and made everyone watch while he took you. This would be a fine substitute, though.

“Knees. Now.” The valley between your legs pulsed at his stern tone that was paired with the possessive look on his face. You gulped, slowly lowering yourself to your knees. Rafayel’s hand found your chin and tilted it up, making you meet his gaze. “Perhaps you don’t fully understand what it means to belong to a sea god. What it means to belong to me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, eyebrows knitting in concern, but he placed his finger against your lips to silence you. His eyes were glowing, ocean blue scales starting to decorate the space around them. “Now, like a good little devotee, you will worship your god. Maybe then you will remember your place better. If not, I have other ways of reminding you.” He took his hand away from your face, bringing it up to his belt to unbuckle it. As he shoved his boxers down slightly, his length sprang free, the tip leaking and blushing pink.

He cupped your chin again, pulling you closer until your lips were right in front of his cock. Rafayel bit his lip, watching the way your eyes widened at the size of him with a twisted pleasure. “Open up, little fishie.” Something deep inside you purred as your god ordered you, and your body willingly followed. Your lips parted just enough for him to push himself past them. He was heavy on your tongue, and his precum tasted both sweet and salty.

The god tossed his head back, letting out a low groan at the feeling of your soft tongue against his dick. He pushed his hips further in, your lips pulling at the corners due to the stretch. Tears pricked at your eyes. He finally bottomed out, so deep inside your mouth that you knew if you moved any further forward you would gag. You glanced up at him, his head still tossed back in pleasure, and began to pull back.

As you moved back and forth on his length, you used your tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock, saliva dripping from your mouth as you bobbed. Rafayel lifted his head so he could look down at you. Your eyes were clenched shut and eyebrows knit together in focus as you worked hard to bring pleasure to the lemurian. He began to stroke your head with gentle pets, the way someone rewards a small animal for being well behaved.

“My pretty bride…” He murmured, glowing blue eyes almost fluorescent in the dim lighting of the room. What a picture perfect moment, you slobbering on his cock in a hallway behind an exhibition created to celebrate him. He wished he could freeze time so he could paint it properly and make sure he never forgot a single detail of the moment. His eyes trailed over your figure, kneeled before him like you were praying, posture reverent as you drooled all over the dick of the god of the sea. Pleasure began to build in his stomach as he watched you. Rafayel wished you could just stay like this forever, on your knees worshipping him, never thinking about anything else.

He slid his hand to the back of your head, beginning to push in time with his thrusts down your throat. He hissed when you gagged, the feeling of your throat constricting around his length almost sending him over the edge. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he fucked your face, his pace quickening as he got closer and closer to the edge. You tried to speak, maybe to ask him to slow down, but the sound was muffled by your chokes on his cock. Rafayel’s shining blue eyes rolled to the back of his head as he thrusted into your mouth one last time, finishing down your throat with a groan. You dutifully swallowed as he kept you there until he stopped twitching from the aftershocks. He slid out of your mouth and you slumped back onto your knees, your breath coming in short pants. 

“Did I… do well?” Your eyes shone as you spoke, desperate for your god’s approval. Rafayel lowered himself to his knees, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “You did so well, my pearl.” He leaned forward, dropping his head to your neck where he kissed and licked the sensitive skin. “Let your god reward his devoted follower.”

He pushed against your shoulders, laying you down on the cold marble floor. Your gaze was dazed, head foggy. In the dim lighting, all you could focus on was Rafayel’s illuminated blue eyes, intense and possessive. He hooked your legs around his hips and ground his already hard cock against your soaked and clothed pussy, parting his lips to release a few moans. Then, he reached down, tearing your panties off in one pull and throwing the shredded fabric to the side.

“This pretty pussy is all mine. Understand?” You nodded dumbly, wincing in pleasure as he began to push himself inside, your unprepped but gushing hole stretching to accommodate his size. He growled, seating himself fully inside of you, where his dick belonged. He brought your legs over his shoulders, turning his head to kiss your feet reverently.

“My pearl, my treasure, my sweet and devoted bride. I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” He nibbled on your foot before turning his attention back to your face, as he began to thrust slowly. Every snap of his hips brought him so deep it was tortuous, and you couldn’t keep the whimpers and gasps from leaking past your lips. His eyes snapped to your mouth before he leaned forward, bending you in half into a mean mating press, his hand snaking up to cover your mouth as he continued thrusting.

“Shhh little fishie… I want those sounds just for me.” He nipped at your neck as he spoke, licking to soothe the spots that were now red welts. Lost in pleasure, you didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, but your god did. His eyes shot up, the possessive and protective instincts flaring inside of him at the thought of someone else seeing you in this position, wrecked and drenching his cock in your slick. A cruel smirk graced his lips as he locked eyes with Jacob, who had just turned down the hallway, presumably looking for you.

You mewled against Rafayel’s hand, feeling a familiar knot start to tighten inside of you. He cursed at the way you clamped down on him, narrowing his eyes at Jacob. He was stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the way you two were strung together, your ankles at Rafayel’s ears and ass lifted off the floor. The wet plapping of skin meeting echoed in the empty hallway, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

Your sounds got louder as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, and Rafayel removed his hand, smashing his lips against yours. He didn’t break eye contact with the man. You whimpered and whined into his mouth, your hips pressing against his as you chased your high, and you came with a cry, clenching down on Rafayel’s dick. Rafayel’s eyes burned threateningly, and Jacob backed away, turning and running off with his tail tucked between his legs. The sea god came with a gasp, pulling away and finding a soft spot on your neck to bite down, his eyes flaring as he marked you.

Panting against him, you squirmed in his hold, trying to escape the tight grip he had on your hips. His mating mark pulsed against his chest, urging him on.

“Who said we’re done?”

thank you so much for reading! i hope you all enjoyed :3 -kitty

To his credit, Zayne was doing everything he could to ease the pain caused by his absence. He had texted you at least once every day to check in, and even got healthy meals delivered to the house to ensure you were eating. Once every few days, he made sure to carve out a few minutes in the evening to video call you. Even though he was doing his best, you felt like a part of you was missing all week and longed to have him back by your side. 

You sighed after checking your phone again and seeing no notifications. You had just finished your hunter’s assignment, leaving you strolling the city streets aimlessly. A rumbling resounded from deep in your gut and you stopped, blinking in surprise as you realized that it was just past lunch time. While weighing options for your late meal, an idea popped into your head. Maybe you could pick up lunch for you and Zayne and bring it to his office? A small smile graced your lips as you set off on your newfound mission. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

Food in hand, you made your way to his office, stopping to greet the staff members you recognized. You approached the front desk, smiling at the nurse as she waved at you.

“Does he have a patient right now?” She shook her head, gesturing for you to head to his room. You nearly skipped down the hall, the idea of seeing your love after such a long wait making your heart race. You stopped just short of his door, noticing it ajar and hearing voices from within. You peeked inside, wondering who the voices belonged to. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw a young nurse you hadn’t met before standing behind his desk and next to him, peering over his shoulder at the bright computer screen in front of them.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so smart Doctor Zayne!” Her voice was giddy, and she laid a hand on his forearm as she spoke, a smile stretching across her cheeks. Something twisted in your gut. You pushed the door open, watching as both her and Zayne’s eyes flitted to you. You smiled at both of them, although it didn’t fully reach your eyes.

“Hi, Zaynie.” You greeted, the nickname rolling off your tongue sweetly. You couldn’t miss the way the nurse’s face fell if you tried. He smiled in response, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Who’s this?” Your tone was saccharine as you set the food down, gesturing to the nurse by his side. She quickly pulled her hand away from his arm.

“I’m Stella! I just started a week ago. Doctor Zayne here was being kind and showing me how to log into the hospital’s webportal.” You hated the way his name sounded coming out of her lips. If she never said it again you could die a happy girl.

“Since you know how to do it now, I’m sure you won’t need my help again.” His deep voice was smooth and nonchalant, betraying no emotion. To say Stella looked deflated was an understatement. She glanced between you two before backing up, saying quick goodbyes and leaving the room. Your eyes followed her retreating form, a sour look replacing the false smile that was on your lips. Once the door closed behind her, you fixed Zayne with a narrow eyed gaze as he circled the desk to approach you.

“You’re so smart, Doctor Zayne!” You mimicked, the words sour in your mouth. He lifted an eyebrow at your comment, but pulled you into his arms nonetheless. You felt the tension from earlier melt off your muscles as you nuzzled into his chest, wrapping your arms around his back. “I missed you so much.” Your words were muffled against his shirt. His hands were rubbing reassuring circles into your back as he hummed in agreement. You pulled back, closing your eyes and lifting your face. Zayne dropped his head, sealing his lips over yours, his mouth gentle and warm. You sighed contentedly into the kiss before pulling away, snuggling your head back into his chest.

“I see you brought us lunch.” You nodded, glancing up to catch the way the corners of his lips lifted into a small, but sweet, smile. “We shouldn’t let it get cold.”

As you sat and ate together, you couldn’t shake the bitter feeling from earlier.

“So, she’s new. I haven’t seen her before.” You started, taking another bite of the food in your lap. “Yes. I believe she started a week ago.” You made a small sound of agreement, remembering she had said that in her introduction. Your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought.

“Have you worked a lot with her since she started?” Zayne put his fork down as he chewed, seemingly processing your question. “Only during the day. Her schedule is a bit different from mine.” The bitter feeling burned in your belly. “You see her every day, then?” “Since she began working here, yes.” You didn’t feel like eating anymore. “Oh.” Your response was simple, betraying nothing. You knew he had a lot on his plate preparing for the upcoming surgery and the last thing you wanted to do was add to that. However, the thought that you hadn’t seen your lover in so long, and he had been spending his days with another girl, coworker or not, made a pit settle painfully within your gut.

“Are you alright?” You didn’t even realize you had trailed off, staring into a corner of Zayne’s office as you thought. You shook your head and smiled listlessly. “I’m okay, just tired.” “Have you been getting enough sleep lately?” You laughed. “The doctor pulling all nighters wants to know if I’m getting enough sleep?” Your tone was teasing as you spoke, your chest feeling warm as you realized he had been worried about you.

You jumped as the door to Zayne’s office opened, his small smile falling as his eyes moved to it. Stella walked in, holding a bundle of patient charts. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch, Doctor Zayne.” Your eye twitched as she walked past you, giving you a cursory nod and laying the papers down on his desk. “The other doctor asked if you would be able to go over these before your next appointment at three.” “Yes, that should be doable.” He hummed as he scanned the stack of documents. She smiled, before turning to leave, her eyes scanning over you like she was sizing you up. You could barely hold back your scoff.

After she left, you began gathering your things. “Are you leaving?” Zayne seemed surprised, given that you only had a few bites of your food. “Clearly you are busy with your paperwork and your new nurse, so yeah. I guess I’ll go see if Xavier is ready to do another mission.” The bite in your words was clear, and you walked out the door before he had a chance to answer.

Once you left the hospital, guilt began to build in your throat. You didn’t mean to snap at your boyfriend like that. What you really wanted to do was cuddle into his arms as he whispered gentle reassurances. You held back your feelings for fear of adding to the load he was carrying but it all came out anyway. You felt silly for getting so jealous. You weren’t in high school anymore. But you couldn’t help it. The way she smiled at him, and was so comfortable touching him, made you so upset you couldn’t stand it. 

You knew he was just trying to be professional, but a part of you felt like Zayne was entertaining her. You had no reason to feel that way, other than the anxiety that had been eating at you. If nothing else, Zayne loved you more than the stars in the sky.

You finally arrived home, mentally and physically exhausted from the day. You hoped you could call Zayne later to apologize for your behavior. Plopping down on the couch, you opened your phone and your favorite social media app. Clicking through the tabs, you ended up on the ‘People you might know’ screen. Your heart stopped when you peered Stella’s account at the top of the list. You hovered over the username before ultimately clicking it.

Most of it was normal posts, like pictures of her and her friends or some pretty scenery. However, the most recent posts were something else. The first one looked like a team photo of the Akso Hospital staff. You recognized many of the faces. As you zoomed into the photo, you noticed Stella wasn’t looking at the photographer. She had her head completely turned, and her eyes trained on your boyfriend. You felt rage build up inside of you. Screw apologizing to Zayne. Clearly he was entertaining her if she felt comfortable enough to be posting photos of him.

You glanced towards the front door as you heard it open. Zayne stepped inside, brushing stray snowflakes off of him. He looked up and saw you on the couch, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. “You’re home?” You asked, your tone dry. “Yes. The surgery got postponed a few days, so I decided to come home to spend time with you.” You rolled your eyes before going back to scrolling. “Are you sure you don’t want to spend time with Stella?” You muttered, bitterness lacing every word.

“What was that?” He was closer now, the smell of ice and his cologne filling your nose. You cursed the way you felt your panties dampen just from his scent. “I said, are you sure you don’t want to spend time with Stella?” You stood up, staring him right in the eyes, your gaze challenging. His green eyes twinkled in delight at your attitude. “Or did you get your fill from spending the entire week with her while you left me all alone at home?” He cocked an eyebrow at your words, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smirk. “Are you jealous, little snowflake?” You narrowed your eyes at the use of your nickname, despising the way it made heat build in your gut.

“I have been neglecting you, haven’t I? Is that why you’re acting like such a brat?” Zayne reached out to take your hand, a few wispy pieces of his black hair falling in front of his eyes as he did so. You pulled your hand away quickly, leaving his arm hovering in the air. “I don’t know, is it? Figure it out, since you’re so smart.” You hissed, turning to walk away. Before you could take a step, you were hoisted into the air and thrown over Zayne’s shoulder.

“Put me down!” You shouted, battering your fists against his broad, strong back as he carried you to your shared bedroom. “I have to fix that attitude of yours.” He tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you as he loosened his tie. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you all of the attention I know you need.” Before you could protest further, he captured your lips, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth smoothly. He tasted cool, and minty, and it took every ounce of your power to not melt into him. As he kissed you, he began to pull at your clothes, breaking away from you only to tug your shirt off over your head. Pressing his lips back against yours, he shimmied your pants down your legs, until they fell off completely. You gasped into his mouth as his cold fingers skimmed your tummy, before coming up to cup your chest. Arching into the touch, you shut your eyes, rubbing your legs together to try and soothe the friction your core so desperately craved. 

Zayne broke the kiss, pulling away as he stared down at your face. His jade irises were shimmering as he took in your swollen lips, darkened cheeks, and dazed look. “Aw, is my poor baby already feeling needy?” You snapped out of your stupor, turning your head away, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He chuckled in delight. “Clearly, I still need to show you what happens to good girls that want to act like brats.” He sat at the edge of the bed, grabbing your leg to pull you over his lap. You squirmed, not liking where this was going.

“You know how to count, right baby?” You scoffed at his question. You didn’t even have time to retort, before the palm of his hand was coming down on your ass. Jumping in surprise at the impact, you forgot to count. “Do I need to add for each one you miss?” You shook your head, a quiet ‘one’ tumbling out of your lips.

“How… how many?” Zayne hummed in thought as he soothed your sore bottom with a gentle rub. “I think given the way you were speaking to me, ten is fair, no?” Both of you knew you probably deserved a lot more, but Zayne had always been prone to spoiling you. You nodded, and counted dutifully as he swatted your behind, each swing feeling less painful and more pleasurable. By the time you got to ten, your pussy was soaked, and you were barely able to speak.

“T-ten…” You choked, breaths coming in short pants. Zayne sat you up facing him, your legs straddling him as he cradled your face in his hands. “Now what do we say to Daddy?” He stroked your cheek reassuringly as he spoke. “Thank you Daddy.” “Are you sorry for the way you acted?” You nodded, your head foggy with pleasure. “Good girl.” Zayne praised, leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “Let me spoil you now. I’ll make sure you know exactly who I belong to.”

Now that you were soft and pliant in his hands, you let him lay you down on the bed gently. He grabbed his tie and carefully looped it around your wrists, securing them to the headboard. “Let me make you feel better. I’ll make it all go away.” He leaned down to mouth at your neck, reveling in the way your breath hitched and you squirmed. One of his hands left your wrists to ghost down your chest and tummy, stopping at your unclothed cunt. His fingers dipped lower, and he inhaled sharply once he felt how wet you were.

“I’m so sorry that I left you alone for so long... I missed my sweet girl.” Zayne said into your neck, his lips tracing a line down to your chest. Two of his digits slipped inside of your waiting hole, facing little to no resistance because of how soaked you were. You whimpered as he began working them in and out, curling in a ‘come here’ motion to touch that spongy spot inside.

Your back arched slightly, the stimulation causing a warm feeling to tingle throughout your body as pressure began to build in your gut. Zayne’s eyes trained your face, noting the twitch of your eyebrows and the way your lips parted to let a few moans slip out. He had always been studious, and had spent ample time getting to know your body and the parts of you that, when touched, could have you undone in an instant. After how you behaved today, he was stuck between leaving you on the edge all night or making you finish so many times that you forgot your own name.

He felt you clench onto his fingers, and decided to go with the latter. As he fingered you, he slid his body down the bed, until he was face to face with your dripping pussy. Continuing his ministrations, Zayne brought his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking tightly. You let out a sharp gasp, your legs twitching and threatening to close around his head. His digits kept pushing in and pulling out as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ah, um… Daddy, I’m close!” You gasped again, whimpering as you glanced down and met Zayne’s intense gaze. He hummed against you, the vibration the final touch you needed to reach your high. You came with a squeak, panting as you gushed onto his fingers. Zayne continued eating you out until you stopped shaking, finally pulling away to sit up onto his legs. You stared at him, eyes heavy lidded with arousal. A wicked smile bloomed on his face.

“We aren’t done just yet, little snowflake.” Your eyes widened, and you began to tremble in anticipation at what he had planned for you.

You twitched and seized on his tongue for what felt like the eighth time. Your head was foggy from the stimulation and pleasure. Your insides ached, craving the feeling of his cock deep inside of you, but being continuously denied. Zayne lifted his head, panting, and pushed his fingers back inside of you. His lips and chin were covered in your slick, a few strands of his hair plastered to his forehead from the workout his jaw was getting. As he took in your fucked out state, a product of his consistent overstimulation, his pants grew even tighter around his already swollen dick. He didn’t think he could refuse you any longer.

“Please…” You begged, pulling at the restraints holding your wrists to the headboard. You wanted him inside of you so bad you thought you would die without it. “You beg so prettily, baby.” You swallowed a moan as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his aching cock. You whimpered at the sight of it, trying to squirm closer. Zayne grabbed his dick, slapping the head against your clit a few times. He pulled his hips back slightly, lining up with your sopping hole, before beginning to push himself in slowly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the stretch, a strangled sound tumbling out of you. You swore you came again just from him entering you.

Zayne threw his head back as he bottomed out, biting his bottom lip to suppress a groan. You felt so good inside, so warm and wet and all for him. “I can’t believe I survived without you for a whole week.” He whispered reverently, adoringly running his hands over your hips to your waist, and then moving in to grasp at your chest. His gaze tracked the gentle curve of your jawline, following down your neck and across your collarbones. Everything about you was so beautiful, he couldn’t stand it.

He began to thrust, slow and gentle. “It’s unfair how beautiful you are. So warm and wet and welcoming. It makes me want to give you the world.” He tweaked your nipples with his fingers as he spoke, his hips snapping against you rhythmically. “You deserve more than the world. You deserve the world, plus the moon, stars, and universe.” He let out a moan as he felt you tighten around him, your hips lifting slightly to meet him mid thrust. Dropping his hands from your chest, he brought them to cup your waist, using it as purchase to help pull him in deeper.

“Such a sweet girl, all worried about me while I am away at work. Like anyone could ever hold a candle to you.” You felt tears prick at your eyes from overstimulation and the syrupy words he was spilling. He bent down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. Your tongues tangled together as Zayne groaned into your mouth, lost in how good it felt inside of you.

You felt a knot snap without warning, and you came again on his cock. Zayne froze, swallowing your whimpers in his mouth. He pulled back, cradling your face with one of his hands as he turned your gaze to meet his eyes.

“I’m going to cum now, baby.” After you nodded, he dropped his head to your shoulder, biting deep as he thrusted messily. It only took a few seconds before he was moaning into the bite, his hips stuttering against you. Zayne buried himself deep inside, pressing all the way to the hilt, making sure to cum as deep as possible. After holding himself there for a bit, he pulled his mouth off the bite, licking the mark to help soothe the ache. He pulled out, leaning up to untie your hands.

“Do your wrists feel alright?” He gently took them in his hands, turning them over to make sure there was no bruising. You nodded wordlessly, completely exhausted from your activities. Zayne laid down next to you, pulling you into him, your back pressed against his chest as you both laid on your sides. He brought one hand up to gently stroke your hair as he peppered kisses against the back of your neck.

“You did so well.” You hummed, eyelids heavy and already starting to flutter shut. “I belong to you my love, and I always will. Don’t forget that.”

i hope you guys enjoyed this! i luvvv zayne so much and we all know hes def a brat tamer so i wanted to make sure to do him justice! until next time <3 -kitty

“What are you sorry for?” Rafayel's eyebrows furrowed, a few wispy pieces of his hair falling in front of his face while he looked down, taking in the sight of your slick pussy. “I’m sorry that I didn’t answer you at all today… I was just so busy-” Your voice hitched as he plunged two of his fingers back inside of you, the long digits curling and hitting the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“I didn’t ask for an excuse. I asked what you were sorry for and that’s it.” You whined at his stern tone, your eyebrows knitting together on your forehead as you felt a familiar pressure building in your gut. “Please Raf…”

He laughed mirthlessly, pressing kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, before stopping at your ear. “What makes you think you deserve to cum? You ignored my texts all day. I don’t think a good little fishie would do that.” Rafayel paused, starting to use his thumb to rub soft circles into your clit.

“Do you think what you did was nice? Hm?” You shook your head in a panic, feeling the pressure inside of you come to a head. It was so close you could taste it. Just as your legs began to tremble, Rafayel removed his hand again, leaving you to slump against him, panting and spent. The tears began to spill down your cheeks, escaping due to the frustration you couldn’t hide.

“I’m so sorry Rafayel, please forgive me. I would do anything to show you how sorry I am.” Your begging brought a rose tint to his cheeks, his eyes glinting at the implication of your words. “Anything, you say?” You nodded, letting out a moan as he pushed his fingers back inside of you. You let your head fall back onto his shoulders, mouth open as you whimpered wantonly, already feeling the pressure ready to snap again.

Rafayel’s cock was stiff against your back. He was barely able to contain himself while seeing you like this. Begging and crying, completely at his mercy. It satisfied a craving deep inside of him. He needed to punish you like this more often. 

“Raf- I’m gonna-” “Go ahead…” He purred against you, reveling in the way your legs shook and your body twitched as the pressure inside of you broke, your walls clenching onto his fingers while he worked you through your orgasm. Your whimpers echoed in his ears, tears spilling down your cheeks at the intensity of the stimulation. Slick coated his digits, some staining the sheets beneath you. Your breath came in short pants as you came down from your high, and you closed your eyes, trying to bring your breathing back to a normal tempo.

As you began to take deep breaths, you felt Rafayel shift behind you. He began to rut slightly against your back, his hard cock begging to be freed from its confinement.

“So, you said you would do anything, right?”

Caleb was turned away, his broad back facing you. He was staring out the window listlessly, hands folded behind his back. The temperature of the room dropped by a few degrees, and you suppressed a shiver as you took a few steps towards the colonel.

“I assume you are wanting a repo-” “Sit.” His interruption wiped the small smile off of your lips as you stopped in your tracks. The coldness of his voice made something twist deep inside your gut. Something was off. Not wanting to poke at the flame, you slipped into the chair in front of his desk, waiting expectantly for an explanation.

Caleb turned, resting his hands on his desk as he leaned forward ever so slightly, the intensity in his eyes making you jolt. There was no light in the violet, darkness encasing the amethyst pools as he stared at you. His mouth was set in a thin line, more angry than displeased. The colonel’s cap rested slightly askew on his head, like he had been messing with it before you came in.

“Is… is everything okay?” Worry laced your voice as you traced your childhood best friend’s features. He suddenly stood up, laughing listlessly. Caleb pulled off his hat, running a hand through his hair as his laughter died out. 

“I have a question for you, cadet.” Your back unconsciously straightened at the use of the title.

“Yes, sir.” You answered dutifully, forever the good soldier trying to please him. Your understanding of the situation and the colonel’s attitude was still naught, but you were eager for answers.

“Please recite the assignment I gave you this morning.” Clearing your throat, you began to list off exactly what your colonel asked of you.

“At 0700 hours, rendezvous with the second in command, and brief him on daily protocol. Shadow him until 1300, then meet with your subordinates to create milita plans for the upcoming skirmish. Create a plan and run drills to create formations. At 1900, come to your office and give report. Sir.” Your eyes nervously flitted to the clock, wondering if you had somehow managed to be late. However, the time showed that you had been, in fact, early, as it was only just now your agreed upon meeting time.

“Can you tell me where in those orders I said to flirt with my officers?” Your jaw fell open, an incredulous laugh escaping before you could stop it. Caleb’s eyes were burning with a fire you had never seen before. 

“Excuse me?” You tried to stand up, only just now realizing that Caleb was using his evol to secure your hands to the armrests of the chair, and your feet to the legs. You pulled helplessly, warning bells going off in your head.

“I saw the way you were laughing with them. You even touched Liam’s arm. What were you talking about?” He circled the desk as he spoke, coming to stand in front of you before dropping down, his fingers wrapping around your chin. Caleb pulled your chin softly, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I wonder what he could’ve said that was so funny… what he did that made you want to touch him so bad. Go ahead and tell me, cadet.”

“He was telling me about his father’s recent passing, I was just trying to comfort him.” Your eyebrows knit together as you desperately tried to explain. “I wasn’t flirting, I swear I don’t see him in that way, sir.” Caleb tilted your chin as you spoke, his fuming violet eyes dropping to your lips.

“It seems like someone has forgotten their place here.” You opened your mouth to argue back, but no words escaped because the colonel had already sealed his lips over yours. Gasping into his mouth, you tried to pull back, but he simply followed you. Air was a luxury, the kiss so intense that you shut your eyes, panting into Caleb’s mouth. Your sounds only made him hungrier, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. Without thinking, you pushed forward, biting down on his bottom lip. He finally pulled away, a dark glint in his eyes as his tongue darted out to lick up the blood from your bite.

“I think I need to remind you who you belong to. Isn’t that right, cadet?” He released his evol for a moment, giving you a chance to jump up. You shoved him and turned to leave. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it very far, as his evol pulled you back and pushed you against his desk, your chest pressing against the papers laid out on the wooden surface as it bent you over.

“Ugh!” You fought back as hard as you could against the force but couldn’t resist it, as it pushed your cheek against the cool wood and secured your hands behind your back. Caleb came up from behind, pressing against your ass. You could feel the bulge in his pants as he pushed it against you, and a small whimper escaped your lips.

He leaned over, subtly grinding himself against you. His warm chest pressed against your back, and he began to nibble at your ear, breath hitching as you shifted to try and wiggle out from underneath him.

“If you want to act like a slut, I’m going to treat you like one, cadet.” Your insides clenched at the use of your title in such a dirty situation. His tongue ran along the shell of your ear before he pulled back and straightened. With one hand pressed against your back to keep you bent over, Caleb reached lower, yanking your slacks down in one pull. You shivered as the cool air hit your slick and uncovered cunt.

“God, you’re already soaked. Fuck.” The colonel groaned, reaching down and collecting some of your fluid on his fingers. He brought them up to his face, studying it for a moment before putting them into his mouth and sucking them clean. You swore he got harder against you. 

“It’s like you enjoy it when I treat you like this.” Caleb punctuated his words by slipping two fingers inside of you, beginning to thrust them in and out slowly. You gasped and trembled at the intrusion, trying to fight against the restraints. When you started squirming against him, the colonel rewarded you with a swift smack to your ass, leaving the skin to darken from the impact.

“Ah ah ah little cadet, you need to listen to your colonel. It seems you need to learn how to follow orders better.” His pace was steady in a way that caused a certain feeling to build in your tummy. You pressed your cheek to the wood so you could turn your head, glancing at Caleb behind you. His burning violet eyes were downcast, watching with careful adoration at the way your pussy sucked on his fingers, liquid dripping down his digits into his palm. You bit your lip to keep the small whimpers and moans from escaping. Caleb’s eyes snapped up at this behavior, heavy lidded as he trained his gaze on your mouth. 

“Don’t you dare do that.” He snarled, reaching forward to squish your cheeks until you released your lip. “I want to hear everything.” Embarrassment made your face heat, and you diverted your eyes away.

Now that there was nothing stopping your noises, you whimpered against the wood, the pressure only building inside of you. With his free hand, your colonel caressed your side, stopping to squeeze at your hip. You squeaked in surprise.

“You’re so perfect. Makes me so mad when you want to be naughty, pips.” He brought his hand back down to your ass to grab a handful and squeeze. You tightened around his fingers, stars swimming in your vision. You were so close.

“Cum for me, cadet. Show your colonel what a slut you are.” Under his command, you let out a high pitched whine, seizing around his digits. Your body shook against the wooden surface under you as your legs twitched. He didn’t stop thrusting until you slumped against the desk, heavy pants leaving your open lips.

“What a good job you did… You deserve a reward for being such a good little cadet.” Caleb’s fingers left you, your hole clenching around the emptiness. You heard the buckle of his belt as he dropped his pants just low enough to free his dick. You couldn’t see it because of your position, but you felt it heavy and hot as it rested against your ass. All you could do was gulp in anticipation.

“Gotta feed this greedy hole, huh? Don’t want her to go hungry.” Caleb grabbed ahold of your cheeks, spreading them just enough to line himself up with your pussy. He pushed himself inside in one thrust, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. Despite the prep, the stretch was almost unbearable. He was so large, you didn’t even know if you could fit him. Caleb threw his head back, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock.

“This is what you were made for, pipsqueak. And it's all for me.” He whispered reverently, grabbing ahold of your hips as he pulled all the way out and slammed himself back in. “Only me.”

His pace was relentless. Whimpers and moans tumbled out of your lips before you could even think to stop them. Your breath was being knocked out of you as you were speared on his massive dick. The sound of skin meeting skin was downright obscene. You did your best to keep your sounds as low as possible, realizing that other staff members might hear you. Like Caleb read your mind, he plowed into you harder, lifting a hand to smack your ass again.

“Let them hear you, cadet. Let them hear how slutty you are and how good your colonel takes care of you.” “Ug-ugh… No…” You protested, yelping as he spanked you again. He reached around to take care of your bundle of nerves, rubbing rough circles in a way that made your toes curl.

You began to lose control of your legs, the stimulation too much for you to handle. Caleb’s evol lifted you, and he backed up slightly, letting his powers flip you around until your back was against the desk. He pushed himself back inside, dropping his head to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. You could still taste the iron from where you bit him earlier. Everything felt fuzzy as he resumed rubbing circles into your clit. You arched up into the touch, moaning into his mouth. He swallowed every sound before breaking the kiss.

Caleb’s mouth trailed down to your neck, specifically the part that was visible above your uniform. He found a spot on the side and bit down hard. You gasped, your pussy clenching onto him as you felt his tongue lave out to soothe the sore skin. He moved a bit over and bit you again. Your walls tightened again, liquid gushing out of you and coating his nether regions further.

“Gotta make sure everyone can see who this dirty girl belongs to.” He whispered before biting down for a third time. Tears collected in the corners of your eyes as pain blended with pleasure. Your brain could no longer differentiate between the two, and you moaned when he bit you for the fourth time, feeling the knot tightening inside. You were almost there.

Caleb sat up, bringing his hand to your neck and tracing the marks he left. Without warning, he gripped the side of your neck, tightening his hold slightly. Your vision swam, and you felt the knot pull taught.

“Cum for me one more time.” The knot snapped. “C-caleb!” You whimpered, grabbing his hand and holding it on your throat as you clamped down onto him.

“Shit.” He choked, his hips stuttering against you as he emptied himself, the hot liquid pulsing inside of you. Your pussy twitched as he held you there, panting and staring down at the spot where you two were still connected. Your breaths were labored as he removed his hand from your throat, eyes glossy and face dewy with post orgasm glow. Caleb’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, the picture of wrecked. 

“Pips… are you okay?” He removed himself from you gently, reaching into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief to dab at your face. You nodded wordlessly, fully spent from the encounter. He gently kissed each of your cheeks, then cradled your face with his hands.

“I love you baby.” You looked into his eyes, seeing love, adoration and obsession. You could never escape him, even if you tried. But something deep inside, far away from logical thought, didn’t mind at all.

“I’m so sorry, pips. There is a lot of scary stuff going on in the fleet right now and you are in danger. This is just a temporary thing until we can get you back to your friends at the Hunter’s Association.” Caleb had pulled away as he was speaking, and had busied himself playing with a strand of hair that had fallen out of your hairstyle and was now laying against your cheek.

To his credit, he did look remorseful. But under that gentle demeanor and boyish smile, you saw something far darker. It was heady and burning and you didn’t even know if you had a word for it. All you could feel was the pit of your stomach drop and a shiver pass through your bones. You should have known it was all a ploy.

The routine was as follows; he would stop by early in the morning, before leaving for work. A warm hand would find your cheek, brushing stray strands of hair out of your sleeping face as Caleb gently woke you. You would eat breakfast with him, and he would comb your hair while telling you about his plans and assignments for the day. The morning always ended with him dropping to one knee and bringing your knuckles to his lips. He kissed each one, his violet eyes dark as he stared into yours.

“I will keep you safe. I swear it.”

Around lunch time, he would rush home to spend as much of his break with you as possible. Caleb always had some sort of treat as well, like your favorite milk tea or dessert. He would listen to you talk about your day, sometimes completely silent, like he was trying to absorb every single part of the moments between you without disruption. When he had to leave, he would kiss your knuckles again and ruffle your hair, a boyish grin playing across his lips.

“See you later, pipsqueak.”

The evening always seemed heavier. When he came in, he was silent. His eyes were dark, and his hat slightly askew on his head. It was like all of the exhaustion of his job was dragging the breath from his body, and he was struggling to regain control. On certain days, he would put your food on the dresser, plop down on the bed, and rest his head in your lap. Caleb wouldn’t even take his uniform jacket or hat off first. His breathing would become labored, and sweat beaded at his brow as he clenched his eyes shut. In these moments, your heart ached for your adoptive brother who had the weight of the world on his shoulders, just to keep you safe. To help him, you would hum songs Grandma used to sing to you and run your fingers through his soft hair, watching the tense muscles melt into a relaxed state. When he opened his eyes, they were full with so much love and adoration, you thought if you looked too long you would drown.

Your childhood friend was silly and sweet and in some ways nothing had changed between you. For the first two weeks you had been hopeful and trusting and believed that you would be free soon and able to return to your normal life. After no developments, you began to ask him for details regarding the mission, but he would just go dry and blank, like he was reciting an answer he had practiced in the mirror many times before.

“It’s not safe yet. I just need a little bit more time.”

The words begged you to behave. They begged you to listen and let Caleb protect you. Unfortunately, you were never very good at following directions. 

At the end of the second week, you were fed up. You began to act out, challenging Caleb’s every word. You didn’t let him touch you as much and argued every single chance you got. At first, he was taken aback by the sudden change in behavior. Much to your dismay, he quickly recovered.

What followed was a battle every day. You tried refusing to eat, but he would just hold your mouth open with one hand and feed you spoonful by spoonful with the other. You tried escaping, but the entire place was booby trapped and had so many cameras you couldn’t even find them all. You tried begging and pleading, but nothing got through to him.

“I’m sorry, honey. This is for your own good. You can hate me if you need to but I have to protect you.”

You hated how kind he was. You hated how no matter how much you acted out, he still brought you treats and delicious meals and treated you like a princess. It wasn’t fair that even though he kidnapped you with no explanation, you were the one that felt bad. 

On the first day of the third week, Caleb was more solemn than usual when he brought breakfast. There was a certain heaviness in his steps that wasn’t there before, along with a slump of his shoulders. Worry creased his forehead. This picture of anxiety made you sit up expectantly. Maybe there would be some sort of development? Maybe you could finally leave?

“I have to leave on an assignment. I’ll be gone for three days.”

Your heart soared with the information. This was your chance. Guilt wormed its way into your heart as you remembered he was just trying to protect you, but logical thought won. No matter what his intentions were, he couldn’t just keep you here against your will. You could protect yourself. 

After he left, you spent the first two days anxious that the trip was a test. You had no reason to be scared of him, but something in your gut was on high alert. On the third day you had to make a move.

Scanning the room, you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Knowing that Caleb was logical, but could panic when it came to you, you decided to find a way to make yourself sick enough to be taken to the hospital where you could slip away or ask for help. The problem was finding something that would do the job. Caleb had hidden all sharp objects and dangerous things in areas you couldn’t access. You scoured the house from top to bottom, huffing when your search ended fruitlessly.

You laid down on the rug next to the bed and stared up at the ceiling, ready to give up. When you rolled over in defeat, you spotted something under the bed. Hidden in the corner and in a false leg, was an orange, unmarked bottle of pills. You reached under, wrapping your fingers around the bottle and pulling it out to examine.

It didn’t look dangerous, just unassuming white tablets. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you realized you had about two hours before Caleb was expected home. The perfect amount of time for the pills to take effect but not long enough that it would be irreversible.

Sitting yourself on the edge of the plush bed, you dropped three pills out of the bottle, placing it onto the bedside table. Three should be enough. Not enough to kill you or seriously injure you, but enough to make you sick. You swallowed them dutifully, laying down, and closing your eyes. It was time to rest until Caleb got home and the performance began.

You awoke with a start. Something was very, very wrong. The room felt hot and your skin was sticky with sweat. Your throat felt impossibly dry, and there was an uncomfortable damp heat pooling between your legs. Your limbs felt like they were made of lead, even just shifting them so you could try to sit up was exhausting. What the hell was going on?

Huffing, you finally sat up, feeling the wetness between your legs intensify. What was in that pill bottle? You carefully reached over, trying to grab the pill bottle off the table so you could look more closely. Unfortunately, you leaned too far over, leaving you tumbling off the bed, the pill bottle falling with you and popping open on the floor. Pills scattered everywhere, and you let out a quiet whimper as you tried to sit back up. It was so hot. Everything was burning. You could barely breathe and your core was pulsing with the heat you were surrounded by.

The clattering of a tray of food being dropped drew your attention, and you snapped your head to the doorway into the room. Caleb was standing there, his mouth agape at the state of you. He rushed to your side, helping you sit up, and cradling your face with both of his hands.

“Caleb…”

You whined, your eyes glossy and lips puffy. His pupils dilated as he put two and two together. Spying the pills surrounding you on the ground, he dragged his eyes back up to yours. You were sitting up, rubbing your legs together uncomfortably while you panted. Your face was damp with sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to your forehead. Your cheeks were flushed, and the pajamas you were wearing clung to you for dear life, the sweat having made them sticky.

Caleb took a deep breath, licking his lips and bringing his large hands down to rest on your hips. You trembled at the contact, a shiver running through you so strongly you almost couldn’t stay sitting up.

“Pips, what did you do?” It was a rhetorical question, as Caleb had already figured it out. To think you were driven to such lengths to try and escape… It pained him. But seeing you in this state made blood rush downwards. You were so helpless, and completely at his mercy. 

You leaned into his touch, the grip of his hands grounding you. You felt so heavy but also weightless at the same time, and any points of contact you had with Caleb made you feel a bit better. You dropped your head down, laying it on his shoulder with a small groan.

“It hurts Caleb… I’m so hot…”

You raised your head and looked at him with pleading eyes. You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but you needed help. His help. Your body craved him. 

He brought his hands back to your face, squishing your cheeks together a few times as he laughed mirthlessly.

“You’re so naughty. Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to put strange things in your mouth?”

Through your brain fog, you managed to nod. He dropped his hands and moved his face closer to yours, his lips ghosting over your own.

“Tell me to stop. Please. Tell me to stop.”

You had no verbal response, but his begging made something burn deep inside of you. His control was slipping. Letting your body move, you leaned forward, pressing your lips gently to his. It was like you had thrown gasoline onto a small spark. He surged forward explosively, using one hand to cradle your head as his body pushed you to the floor. His lips claimed yours with a feverish possessiveness, tongue pushing inside of your mouth. A groan escaped his lips at the taste of you. Caleb pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting you two.

“I won’t make you suffer alone baby.”

With that, he grabbed a handful of the pills off the ground and swallowed them quickly, before descending again and latching his lips onto yours. You whimpered into his mouth. What have you done?

Your skin was buzzing and burning where he touched you. At some point you both ended up on the bed, him on top of you and you squirming beneath him. You could barely breathe at some points, the intensity of his kisses almost suffocating. He had undressed you except for your bra and panties. The air felt warm on your heated skin.

“Ah… um… Caleb…”

You whimpered as he began kissing his way down your neck and stomach.

“You’re so beautiful. Fuck… you have no clue what you do to me, pips.” He groaned, licking a trail across your tummy and then continuing to pepper you with kisses.

“Caleb, it hurts… Please…”

You could barely speak, the drug fogging up your brain and causing all of your thoughts to jumble inside of your head.

“I could never say no to you.”

He stopped at your panties, moaning at the way they were completely soaked through.

“So wet… all for me.” Caleb muttered, his violet eyes dark and possessive. The commander pulled them off, shimmying them from your legs and stuffing them into his pocket. He inhaled in a silent gasp, taking in the view of your glistening and soaked cunt.

Before he could think, Caleb dropped onto his elbows, hooking his arms around your thighs to pull you to his mouth. His lips latched onto you, and his tongue swirled around, gathering as much of your wetness as he could. He hummed at your taste, his eyes shut in complete bliss.

You arched into the feeling, the sensation finally soothing some of the fire burning inside of you. Moans and gasps escaped your lips as Caleb sucked and licked and worked at your heat, obscene slurps echoing through the room around you.

“You taste so good honey. So delicious…” His voice was muffled as he spoke, but the vibrations of his voice heightened the sensations you were feeling. You shook your head in embarrassment. You brought your arms down, trying to push his head away, as you felt a strange burning sensation start in your lower belly.

Caleb lifted his head enough to meet your eyes, growling at the feeling of your weak pushes. His violet irises were burning with a desire so strong that you stopped your ministrations. You whimpered a bit louder as the burning kept building.

“I think I-” You were cut off by the feeling of a knot snapping low and deep inside. You began to shake, your orgasm pulling you under and making every touch feel hundreds of times more intense. Your moans and gasps were magic to Caleb’s ears as he worked you through your orgasm, one of his hands finding his belt and opening it. He began to pump himself to the timing of his mouth, your sounds only making him harder.

Once you stopped shaking, Caleb pulled back from your cunt, his chin and mouth glistening in the low lighting of the bedroom. You drank in the sight of the powerful commander who had been brought to his knees to worship between your legs. His cheeks were flushed and some hair was plastered across his forehead. He began haphazardly pulling off his uniform, until all that was left was his white slacks, and his hat. You glanced down, your mouth dropping open at the sheer size of him and the precum dripping from his tip. He shifted up, his dick settling against your cunt as he began to thrust slowly, the length slipping up and down against your slick heat and catching your clit.

“Please… please please please, pips. Can I?” Your breath was labored with want as you looked up at him. His nose had started to drip with blood, likely due to the drug he had taken. You wanted him so bad it hurt. You felt so empty inside.

All it took was a nod from you. Caleb lined himself up, and pushed himself inside.

“Fuck….” He drew the word out as he sheathed himself fully, his tip pressing tightly against your cervix. Your toes curled and your mouth opened in a wordless O, the stretch almost unbearable.

“This pretty pussy is all mine… Just for me…” He was already pussydrunk, muttering to himself as he began to pull back and push in, slowly at first to let you adjust. Once you relaxed a bit, the little self control he had left snapped. Caleb hoisted your legs over his shoulders, and grabbed your hips as he started drilling into you.

“Ah-ah… Fuck! Can’t believe I waited so long for this. So worth it. You’re so beautiful, baby. Oh my god… You’re so perfect.” He babbled as he lost himself inside of you, using your hips to pull you back to him every time he thrusted. You felt him so deep inside of you, it was like he was carving your insides into the shape of him and they would never return to normal. Caleb brought his hands from your hips up to your chest to palm at your breasts, twisting your nipples between his fingers. You arched into the feeling, your gasps and whimpers only spurring him on.

“Baby, honey, sweet girl, tell me you’re mine.” He grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes. Your childhood friend looked insane. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, and the violet was swimming through your vision. Dried blood sat under his nose trailing to his lip, and his glossy lips were pulled into a crazed smile. You had never seen him look like this before.

“Tell me you’re mine forever. No one else can have you. Please.” He dropped his head to your neck and began sucking marks into it, moving from one side to another.

“I’m yours… I’m all yours Caleb.” His hips snapped against you faster, spurred on by your words. He moaned against your skin.

“All mine, all mine, all mine… Gonna make sure everyone knows… Gonna fill you up.” You felt a familiar knot building inside of you again, your legs shaking with overstimulation. He captured your mouth again, sloppily kissing you until you could no longer think and only moan into his mouth. Your cunt gushed around him. 

“Poor little pipsqueak. Stuck with someone like me. Ugh, fuck, such a perfect pussy…” Caleb had lost all coherent thought. Your insides clenched as he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, his fingers twisting the other.

“Caleb.. Caleb I’m so close-” Your voice was desperate, chasing that high that your body needed. He pulled away, licking the sweat away from your cheeks.

“Gonna fill you up baby. Gonna make sure you can never leave, okay?” Caleb used his hand to grab your chin, making you nod. He reached between you two, rubbing rough circles onto your clit, sending you flying over the edge.

You whimpered as you came, your insides clenching so tight Caleb could barely thrust anymore. He came with a groan, biting down on your shoulder, his teeth indenting on your delicate skin while you felt the hot liquid flood inside of you.

Your body went limp, your muscles exhausted from the strenuous activity. Caleb slipped out carefully, laying you down flat as he went to retrieve a warm washcloth and water. He wiped you down reverently, having you sip water every so often.

“You did so well baby. I’m so proud of you.” His warm words soothed you as you drifted off, haunted by the possessive look in his eyes and his lips ghosting over your forehead.