‎‧₊˚✧[𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞]✧˚₊‧

Your bed is too big. Its empty, cold, and lonely. The clear night sky bathes your room in tranquil moonlight, but you are restless.

Caleb isn’t here. He’s far far away in Skyhaven, probably sleeping soundly in his perfectly ironed sheets.

Although part of you feels bad for potentially waking him, you reach for your phone anyways. After staring at his picture for an extra second, giggling like you still can’t believe he’s yours, you call.

"Hey, pips. Why are you calling so late? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, something is very wrong, Caleb," you say with a pout you’re sure he can hear.

"What is it?" You feel a little bit guilt for how panicked he sounds, but you can’t help the satisfied smile that emerges along with it.

"I’m cold and alone, and it’s all your fault," you whine.

"You’re —" he sighs deeply and settles back into bed. "What are you wearing right now?"

"My nightgown."

"The yellow one with the thin straps? No wonder you’re cold."

"No, not that one. This one is new, you haven’t even seen it yet," you snicker, knowing he won’t be able to resist.

If you can’t sleep, why should he? After all, he is the reason for why you’re awake.

"Hmm, naughty girl," Caleb mumbles into the phone. He’s not even the slightest embarrassed by the fact that he’s already tugging at his boxers to make room for his hardening length.

"I’ll admit it’s not the most practical garment." As if to prove your point, one of the loose sleeves slips down your shoulder, far enough to expose one of your nipples to the cold air in your room.

Caleb would have lost his mind if he was here to see it.

"What’s it made out of?" Caleb suddenly asks.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I want to imagine what it will feel like between my fingers when I rip it off you," he growls seductively, using the raspiness of his voice to hide his need.

Your press your thighs together, and your pulse quickens. Not bothering to deny yourself any longer, you let your fingers wander to where you need Caleb the most.

"Do you need me to look at the t-tag?"

Your voice is already breathless, shaky, and Caleb knows exactly what you’re doing when you sound like that.

Caleb glances down at his crotch – at the darkened patch that has formed there, and allows himself to indulge.

"No," he whimpers, "just keep doing what you’re doing, baby."

"Am I still n-naughty?"

"Very naughty, ah! I won’t go easy on you when I come back."

"Good."

He doesn´t even need to pay the rent

it really shows how little you know about his character.

"Z-Zayniiiee!" You whine.

You're a drooling, fucked out mess. Face down, ass up with Zayne's fingers stuffed deep inside your abused little cunt.

"Pleeaase!" Your voice is muffled by how much it's smushed into the pillow.

He doesn't talk. He hasn't done since he dragged you into the bedroom, face stern, and simply told you "On your knees, face down into the bed" while he methodically rolled the sleeves of his shirt up his arms.

Did it have anything to do with the filthy gifs and videos of porn you'd been sending him all day as you scrolled social media? Who's to say.

"I can't-I can't take it anymore!" You sob.

He hasn't let you come, of course he hasn't, he barely gave you any prep before pushing two fingers inside you and immediately seeking out your g-spot.

His silence frustrates you. The only noise other than your incessant whines and whimpers is the horrifically loud squelching of your pussy.

And the constant jangle of his metal watch as he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers.

Clink, clink. Clink, clink.

Just like his fingers, the sound doesn't stop. The watch bounces against his wrist with each thrust into your cunt. And what you hate the most is that you can't see, you can only hear. You are left trying to imagine the view of his arm; the veins that run down the length of it as they mix with his scars, leading to the gleam of his watch that rattles back and forth, back and forth.

Clink, clink. Clink, clink.

"I promise I won't do it again!" You lie. "I'll be - oh fuck - I'll be good, I swear!"

His fingers push down, pressing harder against your g-spot, and the quickening sound of rattling metal is the only response you get.

Clink, clink, clink, clink.

His free arm reaches across to secure your waist, holding your hip to his front. And, oh, now he's got leverage.

His fingers fuck into your cunt with vigour. The wet sounds are obscene.

"Gonna - ngh - gonna come." You groan into the pillow. "Oh fuck, oh fuck."

Clink, clin-

Zayne rips his fingers from your drenched hole, strings of your cum pulling with them to leave a sticky, dripping mess.

"No." He says plainly. "Be a good girl and wait."

“First I will do a visual examination to check that all seems well on the surface. Then,” His voice deepens. “Then I will conduct an internal examination to check the sensitivity and strength of your vaginal walls.” Your heart starts beating wildly in your chest.  “I will do this by making you orgasm on my fingers.”  He looks you dead in the eye through hooded lids. “Once by clitoral stimulation alone, and then a second time using the addition of the stimulation of your g-spot.” “Oh.” You squeak out. “Now,” He says, shuffling forward on the stool slightly. “Are you ready to begin?” You nod, finding yourself unable to speak. You peer down between your thighs as Zayne reaches out with his hand and you feel him gently stroke your pussy with the back of his forefinger, caressing it almost. You make a little noise when he runs over the bump of your clit. “Responsive.” He mutters to himself before doing it again. He runs his fingers through your folds, collecting the juices at your hole before inspecting the wetness on his gloves. He rubs his thumb and forefinger together before pulling them apart, watching how your cum forms a delightful web between the two digits. “Mm,” Zayne hums. “You already seem to be producing a healthy amount of lubrication.”

My daddy issues made me do it 🫡 I ‘m a sucker for older men.