Shackled For Life: Caleb x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 6k
Genre: Smut, angst, maybe fluff?
Summary: A woman's wedding day is meant to be full of joy and merriment. You could only feel dread and fear. On your wedding night, Caleb surprises you in multiple ways.
Tags: virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, experienced!Caleb, forced marriage, extortion, implied/reference abuse on both sides, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, breast play, body worship, slight choking, pet names (sweetheart, darling, honey mostly), vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, creampie, softdom!caleb, dirty talk, longing/yearning, naked female-clothed male.
A/N: This is a prequel to this fic right here it's not really necessary to read it, but it's there.
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The point of no return has already passed. There was no way of backing out now. After today, you would be Mrs. YN Sykes, and you needed to accept that.
In the mirror, you saw yourself in a long white dress. Small pearls sewn into the intricate lace, you anxiously traced the floral patterns on your skirt. Lucy and you spent ages altering your mother's old dress. There’d been no money for fabric to make a new one, but you were roughly your mother’s size. You remembered standing in front of the mirror, watching Lucy alter it with pins as you held back tears. The dread of this day kept you feeling sick and ashamed. The fact that it’d all come down to this: marry Caleb Sykes or face poverty. Now, the day finally came and you thought of running.
“I’m sorry, YN.”
Your sister stood behind you, fixing the old veil clipped to your hair. Mama Sykes loaned you her floral veil, a wooden headband with a long train that went to your waist. It felt more like a shroud than a veil. Lucy came up beside you. She wasn’t a full blooded sister, in truth. Her mother was your father’s first wife; you came from his second. Yet, blood meant nothing compared to the bond you shared. Lucy’s mother had been like your own, since she came early into your life. When she passed, Lucy became your guide, your protector and dearest friend. She’d often been the one who stood between you and Caleb when your father wasn’t around. Truly, only your father’s presence kept him from doing anything particularly nasty to you.
Caleb might’ve been a Sykes, but he knew better than to cross Herman Wiltkins.
“It’s not your fault,” you consoled her. “It’s mine.”
“How could it possibly be your fault?”
“I gave into him,” you said, fiddling with one of the small beaded pearls on the dress. “I said ‘yes’. I was weak and said ‘yes’.”
“He would’ve hurt you if you’d said no,” she assured you, adjusting your new necklace. “You know how he is. He throws a tantrum whenever things don’t go his way. Lord knows what he would’ve done if you’d rejected him.”
You didn’t like to think of what might have happened. That fear alone forced the answer out of you.
It happened a week ago. You’d come back from the market, basket of meager goods on your arm, when you saw him on the porch steps. The flowers in his hand made your stomach queasy. Without Lucy around, you’d be alone with him.
“Good morning, Caleb,” you recalled saying as you approached the house.
“It certainly is a good morning now that I’ve seen you.”
He’d offered you the flowers. Wildflowers in various shades of blue, white and pink, you knew the places they grew in the woods. He must have spent some time gathering them for you. It was only proper that you accept them. You supposed it was a sweet gesture, but everything with Caleb came with a catch.
“Can we talk inside?”
You’d let him inside. God, why did you let him inside? You should have left him on the damn porch, but no. You actually invited him inside, poured him a drink and offered him one of the biscuits you made that morning. His eyes stayed glued to your body as you moved around the room. You wished you’d done more, then maybe you wouldn’t be here. But, if you had, you definitely wouldn’t be here and Lucy would be out in the cold.
“Besides,” Lucy sighed, breaking through your memories, “I suppose this is for the best. With you as his wife, we’d both be able to stay here.”
“No, I would. You’re still here because of his father.”
Lucy stiffened at your words. Unlike you, she’s not marrying the man extorting her. She only has to let him in her bed whenever he pleases. It never happened in front of you, but you knew every time she went to the little shack near your home. You knew how much she hated him; how disgusted she felt with herself afterwards. You’re sure she’ll become pregnant soon, if she’s not careful. You hated thinking what that’d entail for her if Mama Sykes ever found out. While James preyed on your sister, Caleb preyed on you. Between the two men, you’d still take Caleb.
“It’s a shame your Pa passed. Now, you and Lucy are gonna have to go elsewhere.”
“What do you mean? Your father said-”
“-My father is a man who tires of his girls easily. Soon enough, he’ll forget about your plain sister and turn you both loose. Then, you’d have nowhere to go. You got no family in this territory, and two women on the road won’t make it far. If you don’t die from exposure, you’d get kidnapped by some natives and be scalped.”
“Lucy and I ain’t dumb. We can take care of ourselves.”
“Oh? And what would you do if you did? Y’all can’t make much doing the work you both do. You’d have to do something a little less…proper to survive. Lucy’s alright, but you? Oh, you got a face a man would trade everything he owns for. It’d be a shame to see a sweet thing like you slumming around a brothel.”
“I’d never-”
“-But, if you had a husband, that wouldn’t happen. He’d take care of you; he’d make sure you’re comfortable with a roof over your head. If you had the right husband, you and your sister wouldn’t have to go anywhere.”
“We all gotta do things we don’t want to survive,” she said, looking at you in the mirror. “Caleb…Well, he’s taken with you. He’s always been taken with you. He…He might not be so bad.”
You could hear the comfort in her voice. “You weren’t there, Lucy. You didn’t see him.”
He’d given you the coldest of stares when you initially told him ‘no’. He’d leaned back in the chair, staring at you hard and not looking away. You couldn’t forget his gaze even if you’d tried. They stayed right on you like a wolf in the bushes. He’d smoothly stood up from the table to walk towards you. Fear streaked through you when you considered what he might do to you.
“No? You’re really going to say ‘no’? Need I remind you that you’re not in much of a position to be refusing me anything. Not when I’m the only thing standing between you and the whorehouse.”
He squeezed your throat just enough to cut off air. Visions of what he’d do next had you searching for an escape. His body, hard and long, kept yours trapped to the counter as he grunted in your ear.
“I've been patient with you, YN. I've brought you flowers and gifts. I've never forced myself on you or made you do anything you didn't want. I treat you like a lady. I think I deserve something for all that.”
“I'm not marrying you.”
“Yeah, you are. You're gonna put on a pretty white dress, stand next to me and swear to honor and obey me in front of God and everyone. If you don't, I'm going to make you wish your father never stepped foot in this territory. Got it?”
The thought of you and Lucy destitute in a run down town filled you with fear. You didn’t want that to happen. So, you agreed. You nodded your head in defeat, muttered a soft ‘yes’, and let him kiss you. He’d pulled you in roughly, lips crashing into yours as he kissed you hungrily. You’d gasped when you thought he meant to tear your dress, but he hadn’t.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’ve waited a long time for you. I can wait another day.”
“I think he would’ve killed me if I kept refusing him,” you thought out loud, still tasting the brandy on his lips.
Lucy did not agree nor disagree. More scenarios crossed your mind even after Mama Sykes came to fetch you for the ceremony. The short, stout woman wore a constant scowl. It honestly resembled Caleb’s. Leading you out of your family’s house, the three of you walked across the field to a tall tree near the forest. Generations of Sykes members married beneath the two birch trees on the forest line. Some of the women had decorated them with white floral garlands, which matched your bouquet. A nice affair. You might’ve liked it if you’d chosen your groom. Looking up to the clear skies, you prayed it’d be quick.
Standing at the other end of an aisle, you saw Caleb through your thin white veil. He’d cleaned up for the occasion: long hair combed, his beard trimmed down, and wearing his Sunday best, he didn’t look like the ruffian you’re accustomed to seeing. When your eyes met his, he stood stunned. You felt everyone’s eyes on you as you stood stock still, your feet not cooperating at all.
Lord, you wanted to run.
“Move, girl,” you heard Mama say from behind you, giving you a slight shove. “You can’t stand there forever.”
But, you wished you could. Taking a deep breath, you started walking. You never imagined it being this way. You always pictured your sister and father there, smiling proudly as you walked to the altar. A man you chose would stand at the end, and you’d be full of butterflies. It was a daydream you thought of during those quiet moments alone. You’d find a love that was greater than the word; a love to rival those in stories and songs. He’d be strong, brave and noble. He’d be tender and careful with you. He’d never raise a hand or yell at you. The both of you would have a little cottage somewhere, tend livestock and create beautiful children. You’d be the wife and mother you always wanted to be with a husband who was more than anything you could’ve asked for. Instead, you’re standing in front of a man who’d choked you when you’d refused him. You’re staring at a man who’d once beaten a man for scaring off game on a hunt. You’d seen him slap a barmaid for bringing him the wrong brandy during a trip in town. His anger became a blaze that couldn’t be put out. He also had no problem turning it on you.
You barely heard the priest next to you. Thoughts of your doomed future kept breaking through. You tried huffing out the stinging building in your sinuses. The ring he slipped onto your finger felt more like a shackle keeping you to him. You’d forever be forced to answer to him. You’d be the pretty trophy he’d flaunt and boast about. You won’t be a partner; you’d be a servant. Your hands tightly grasped your bouquet, the long stems digging into your palms. If you didn’t go through with this, you and Lucy would be homeless and penniless. Your seamstress work wasn’t flourishing. The mercantile in town only paid a certain amount for Lucy’s jams and preserves. The money your father had made paid for mostly everything. You’d let your fear of the future and of Caleb cloud your judgement. The need for survival in a ruthless world made you stand here and say two significant words.
“I do.”
They’d been said through thick tears.
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The party afterwards was nice. Hosted in a large barn, some of the Sykes’ men played a fiddle and drum to get people dancing. Mama and the other Sykes ladies made a feast that everyone dug into. Everyone was smiling, laughing and merry. Many of them congratulated you as you passed, giving gifts for the home or your marriage. You smiled politely and accepted them. You had no choice. Sitting at a long table outside, you watched the clan and their friends enjoy the festivities. You spotted Caleb with some other men, all of them drinking and laughing. You didn’t want to imagine the obscene things he’d say about you tomorrow morning. They’ll ask how his wedding night went, and he’d boast about the entire thing. You’d do your best not to sob.
“Don’t worry,” a high voice said, “James told him to take it easy on the liquor. He can’t get it up if he’s drunk as a skunk.”
You looked to see Lucy take up the seat beside you. She’d gotten herself a drink, likely to gather up courage for her own night at home. James will visit once his wife is gone. You hated thinking about that old man climbing on top of her. His son would be doing the same to you tonight.
“Does it hurt?” You asked her innocently.
Lucy hesitated. “Yes, it does,” she said.
“Bad?”
“Yes. But,” she grabbed your hand right away, “Just close your eyes and let him do what he needs to do. I promise you it finishes quicker than you’d think.”
You hated the images going through your head. Reaching for a pitcher of wine, you poured a cup and downed it. The bitter drink left a sharp taste in your mouth, but you didn’t drink it for the taste. Maybe if you drank enough of it, you wouldn’t feel anything. Lucy saw your anxiousness, and took your hand in hers.
“It helps to think about something else-”
“-How can you be so calm about this?” You snapped at her. “Do you really not care what he’s going to do to me when we’re alone? That man has hounded me for ages. He’s tailed me all over this god forsaken property. He’s not going to be gentle or patient. He’s going to…to…” your curled your hands around the cup to keep them from shaking.
“Of course I care,” she insisted. “I care deeply, but…this is what husbands and wives do. I always wished for you to marry a good, gentle, kind man who adores you, but it seems God had other plans for you.”
“What a cruel God…”
“YN, maybe…” she paused again, “Maybe he won’t be such a bad husband?”
“What?”
“He does seem to truly care for you. He’s been a complete gentleman to you, which isn’t his nature at all. Sure, he has his temper but you’re a smart woman. You’d learn to navigate it.”
“You’re telling me to roll over and surrender.”
“I’m telling you to adapt to your situation. There is nothing we can do to change it now, so we must walk through it.”
“If I hadn’t been so weak, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Neither of us would be here.”
“We would be with you seeing James.”
“James is temporary. Everyone knows that. He’d throw us both out once he grew tired of me-”
“-Lucy!” You both turned to see James Sykes, tall and bearded, stumbling towards your table. “Leave your sister to my son and come with me,” he smiled drunkenly.
“James, I’m talking to my sister.”
“You can talk to her tomorrow,” his blue eyes looked over at you. “My son’s been looking for you, girl. It’s time to do your wifely duties,” he smirked, his gaze making the wine in your gut churn. “Lucky boy.”
Lucy kissed your cheek and patted your hand, “Remember what I said and he’ll pass out once it’s over.”
You hated the meaning of this conversation. A sick feeling crawled onto your skin, making you shudder. You watched James walk away from the table, and then Lucy following him minutes later in the same direction. They hardly hid it from anyone. You imagine a day where Caleb picked up his own mistress. It might be a good thing.
“YN!” Caleb called to you from afar, a smirk on his face. It was similar to his father’s. You kept facing forward as if you didn’t hear him. Putting it off made you feel worse, but you couldn’t help holding it off. “YN, darling!” You counted the footsteps from behind you, and bit your lower lip when he came up behind you. “Darling wife,” he bent to your ear, alcohol in his warm breath, “Come to bed with me. Don't make me sleep alone on our wedding night.”
You stiffly got off the bench and let him take your hand. Hoots and hollers from nearby brought shame that burned your cheeks. Your body fell into a cold sweat, running under your dress as he brought you into his singular home. The moment the door closed, all sound died. Like a rat in a cage, you stared around for an exit. Jitters cracked through your nerves, and you started fiddling with the pearls again. The ring on your finger suddenly became heavier when you took it in. A simple gold band with his name engraved on the inside. You knew yours was written into his.
You stared around the modest house. A small dining table, a bench near a window, kitchen area and a nook where he’d built the bed took up most of the space. Animal horns high up on the walls acted as hunting trophies. A ladder led up to a small loft above where he’d built a window on the roof. You saw the night sky through the glass, stars twinkling and clouds passing as the world continued.
“Why do you have a window on your roof?” You asked, walking towards the ladder leading upwards.
“I like looking at the stars sometimes,” he said. “It’s nice after a long day.”
You never imagined Caleb having any soft hobbies. You looked away from the roof to see a rack of fur pelts. You walked over to them, and ran a rabbit fur between your fingers. It was grey with white streaks throughout it. It’ll make a lovely shawl or shoulder piece for coats. Caleb enjoyed hunting, and he often skinned his kills and gave them to his sister to sew and sell. Him riding out of the woods on sunny mornings, dead animals hanging from his saddle, was not an uncommon sight for you.
“That one’s for you,” he said from behind you. “Bonnie hasn’t gotten around to fixing it, but I meant for it to be your wedding present.”
You turned around to face him. Seeing him by the door made everything real. Your senses searched for that predatory gaze of his; the one that should be met with caution. Yet, Caleb didn’t appear tense or cold. Perhaps the drinking softened him up for you. If you’re lucky, he’ll have drunk too much to “get it up” and leave you for the night. Your knees still shook imagining what would happen soon.
“I’m sure it’ll be beautiful when Bonnie sews it. She’s very good with a needle,” you finally said.
“So are you,” he replied. “I’d love to see what you can do with those.” He stared over at you from across the room. “My god,” he breathed, eyes focusing on you. “The Lord truly took his time when he made you.”
His eyes stayed on you as he approached, boots thumping the wood floors. Your fingers curled into the fur, nails digging into the thick hair and leather. You tried steadying your breath, counting each step until he reached you. Any minute, he’ll be so overcome with lust he’ll be unable to control himself. Rough hands will grab your waist to toss you on the bed; they’d tear off your dress before he forced your legs apart. Like you’d told Lucy, he has waited for this night for a long time; a man can only withhold himself for so long. She’d said it’d hurt, and you believed her. You didn't want to know how badly it'd hurt with Caleb.
“What's got you shaking like a leaf, hm?” He asked, unbuttoning his vest. You saw his eyes glance over the rest of you, lust slowly brewing in them.
You put the rabbit fur back on the rack, taking a deep breath. “I've…I've never…” you gulped thickly, doing your best to muster up courage, “Done…this.”
“I know,” he removed his vest, “Don't worry, darling. You leave everything up to me. I'll take good care of you.”
“Lucy said it hurts,” you kept your eyes on him as he stopped right in front of you.
“Yeah, it would hurt with a man like my father,” he shrugged. He lifted the veil off your head, tossing it aside without care. “But, I promise I'll be gentle with you, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of hurting you like that.”
“Re-really?”
“Of course,” he laughed softly. Bringing you closer to his chest, he said, “Now, give your husband a kiss.”
Beard brushing your chin and top lip, the light scratching sparked something inside you. A strange warmth started as his mouth slowly opened yours. At the altar, the kiss had been chaste and quick. Alone in your new home, Caleb deepened it right away. His tongue pushed through to yours, the muscle lightly rolling around it. The brandy he’d been drinking made him taste faintly of alcohol mixed with fruit. It took you by surprise for a moment, but then you found yourself sinking into his kiss. You never expected the tenderness of his lips, or the delicate way he held you.
Suddenly, your body came to life. The numbness in your fingers and toes warmed up; the placement of his hands on your back sent shivers up your spine. He gently caressed the muscles tensing against his fingers, brushing over the buttons fastening your dress. One hand stayed on your lower back, while the other slid up to the first button. It’d taken Lucy a bit to fully button the garment, but Caleb quickly undid them with one hand. The more he exposed your body, the more anticipation you felt. You stayed still in his arms, unsure what to do. Your hands stayed on his shoulders. You didn’t know where to put them, but it made his body real. This was really going to happen, and you couldn’t stop it.
But, did you want to?
He only pulled away to slide your dress from your shoulders. The lace skidded down your arms to your wrists, where you slipped out. You looked away shyly once it fell to reveal your corset and chemise. Caleb only brought your lips back to his, giving a small moan when you immediately let him back inside. The rough pads of his fingers grazed the back of your wrist when he put your hand on his top button. You started timidly unbuttoning his shirt, the warmth of his skin radiating when you untucked it from his trousers. Your cheeks burned once you realized you’d just removed his shirt, fair skin glowing in the candlelight. He was skinnier, leaner and smoother than you originally thought. Scars from bar fights and beatings left marks on his skin, which your fingers traced out of habit. You found a particularly nasty one that raised up from his skin on his collarbone. When he felt you touching it, he looked down to see your tracing fingers.
“Broke it after my father caught me sneaking his bourbon,” he explained, watching you examine the scar. “It took weeks to heal up.”
James sounded like the type to put a hand to his sons. Your father slapped you and Lucy from time to time, if you got too out of line. Though, he’d never broken anything.
“It looks awful,” you said.
“It was,” he replied. He started deftly loosening your corset. “Let’s see if you have any scars I don’t know about.”
You gasped when he finally lifted your corset off, and your chemise with it. Standing fully nude before him, you couldn’t help the burning in your cheeks. Nobody ever saw you like this before except Lucy. Caleb’s mouth dropped open when he gazed at you, hands gripping your hips as his arousal grew. Instinctively, you covered your chest from him, once again turning your head. But, Caleb gingerly pulled them away.
“I’m your husband, sweetheart,” he said tenderly, pecking your lips. “It’s okay for me to see.”
“I-I know…”
You bit your bottom lip once his hands cupped them. “They’re perfect,” he groaned, giving them a light squeeze that sparked that tightness in your belly. “To think you’ve been hiding these from me,” he started kissing down your chest, “All this time.”
“Caleb…”
“I’ve been dying to see you,” he said, reaching the tops of your breasts. He smirked against the supple mounds when you whimpered involuntarily. “Get on the bed. I want to see the rest of you.”
You let him lay you down on the bed. Your marriage bed. You never imagined it being so soft as your back hit the pillow. The reality of the situation hit you once he climbed on top, body nestled between your thighs. Your breathing heavier, you just held onto his shoulders for something to do. Fully resting on you, Caleb went back to kissing your breasts. Lucy never told you about this. She said he’d put it in, and then pull back out. Caleb’s warm mouth around your nipple, you enjoyed the feeling of his tongue swirling the hard nub. It slid over in small flicks; his free hand groped the opposite side, his thumb brushing the tip. The ball in your stomach went down to your sex, which pulsed. It felt so good. You wanted to keep him close, almost afraid he might pull away and it’d stop.
“You like this, huh?” he chuckled, sensing your yearning as he switched sides.
“I-I didn’t know people did-did this…”
“There’s a lot of things people do,” he said. “I’ll show you.”
You whined when he left your breasts and kissed further down. Heat flared up around your neck, and you shut your eyes as he reached the spot above your mound. Your fingers gripped the bed covers, mind focusing on his lips peppering up one thigh all the way to your knee. The garters keeping up your stockings were untied and thrown beside the bed; then he slipped the wool stockings off your legs one at a time. Finally unclothed, Caleb knelt up and admired you in the candlelight from nearby. Blue eyes heavy with lust, he licked his lips as he drank you in. You suppressed a nervous giggle, not used to being examined so closely in this state. He could see everything. Everything. Even there. You trembled as his hands slid down your inner thighs, thumbs pressing to the sides of it.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, eyes staring at your face and then gazing down at the rest of you. “Much more beautiful than I could imagine.” He rubbed your shaking thighs reassuringly, giving them tender squeezes. “Trust me, the Devil looks away when he sees what I imagine doing to you at night,” he scanned down to the middle of your thighs. “Thinking of you like this, naked and quivering at my touch makes it hard to not take you right away.”
“But you-you said-”
“-I know, and I keep my promises, darling,” he said, lifting your leg to kiss your knee. “You’re gonna tell me you ain’t ever thought of me like that? Not even a little?”
Not one bit, but this didn’t seem like a time for honesty. “Yes,” you whimpered when he kissed down your thigh. “Once or twice,” you added.
He grinned, “And you kept making me chase after you like a damn dog.” One hand moved back down and grazed over your sex. When you jerked at the touch, he started tracing his knuckle along the slit. “I knew I’d get you one day,” he pondered out loud. “I told everyone that one day you’d be my wife. They kept telling me there was no way you’d say ‘yes’ to me, and look,” he gazed up at you, “Here you are.”
Then he rested on the bed with his head between your thighs. A light flick of his tongue surprised you. He hummed softly when he gave another lick. Small jolts of pleasure came whenever he put his tongue to a part that you’d never touched before. The tip of his tongue circled the hard pearl slowly, occasionally dipping lower. You rested your hands on your chest, nipples yearning to be touched, while you watched him continue kissing that spot. People did things like this? Perhaps men like Caleb did it. His mouth brought out a deep seated desire you didn’t know you had until now. You suddenly had no control of your body. Your hips grinded up to his mouth, which he allowed while he wrapped his arms around your thighs.
“Cale-Caleb,” you shivered, his tongue languidly sliding up and down the length of your sex. “Caleb…That’s…”
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Is this what you pictured me doing, hm?” He wrapped his mouth around that part and hummed, which caused your back to arch. “Me kissing you down here?”
“I-I didn’t know people did this,” you breathed. “I thoug-oh god, Caleb!”
His tongue swishing side to side took every clear thought from your mind.
“Show me where you want me, darling,” he groaned between licks. “Show me where you need me.”
Hand curling into his hair, you guided him back to the top. He didn’t hesitate to latch his mouth around that special spot, the flat of his tongue caressing it. Each move brought buckets of euphoria. Soon, you couldn’t control yourself. You lifted your hips to his face again, wanting more and more of his mouth and tongue.
“Mm, like that,” he said, his voice gently vibrating that bud. “Do whatever makes you feel good.”
This made you feel very good. Too good. Your muscles started shaking as you felt something big approaching. It resembled the sensation of relieving yourself after holding it too long. You envisioned a bubble about to pop or a cork flying out of a bottle. The feeling seemed brought on by Caleb’s tongue, which dipped downwards to your fluttering entrance. Your breathy moans grew louder the tighter this feeling became. You felt yourself getting lost in it. When you thought it couldn’t get better, something hard pushed to your core and went inside. A high gasp came when you realized his fingers went slowly forward, touching another foreign part of you. He restrained the eagerness, carefully pumping despite the walls squeezing the two digits. Your tight walls stretched slightly around his fingers, massaging the pair as they curled inwards. You kept going until that bubble burst, unleashing all the bliss he’d created. It racked through your body to where his fingers prodded and curled, and you never wanted it to end.
You gained back all the breath you lost when it subsided, but Caleb did not stop. He kissed back up your body, but he kept the two fingers within you. This time his thumb worked the top half while he gingerly pushed in and out. You jolted at the sudden sensitivity, whimpering in his ear.
“How was that?” He asked, nipping at your tender neck.
“Amazing,” you sighed, “I want more. Can I have more?”
“You will,” he promised. “We’re just getting started.”
You didn’t know people had a taste until he kissed you. A clean stickiness had clung to his mouth and chin, which you licked up. Your knees at his waist, you’d given his fingers a new angle. You chased down the special feeling he made inside, wanting more of it. How could this possibly be so good? How could a person want another so badly? You wrapped yourself around him with hopes of keeping him closer to you. His fingers continued pushing up to that spongy space deep inside. You swore it was like pushing a button.
“Touch me,” he sighed, kissing your lips and removing his fingers to rub you. “I’ve been dying to feel your pretty hands on me.”
Awkwardly, you slipped your hand between the both of you and grabbed the considerable bulge there. Lucy once said men’s privates got hard, but you didn’t think it’d be like this. Caleb groaned into your kiss when he felt your hand there. He seemed to know what you wanted without you saying anything. Quickly, he broke away to unfasten his trousers. You watched, panting and aching again, as he pulled himself out. A giggle suddenly escaped you, and you looked away again.
“What is it?” he sneered, bending back down to kiss you.
“I’ve never seen one before,” you admitted shyly.
“And mine is the only one you should be seeing. Here,” he wrapped your hand around his shaft, “Just slide your hand up and down like…like that…Yes,” he started kissing your breasts again, “Like that. Good girl.”
Hard, yet still spongy, you felt him throb in your hand. Something inside you worried you might not be doing it right, but from Caleb’s low groans, you must be. He occasionally murmured directions on where to touch: the lines underneath the very tip of him, the pulsing veins of his shaft and giving a firm grip. You did grab him too hard at times, and he had to tell you to slow your stroking occasionally. He soon started grinding his hips to meet your hand, the low angle pushing the tip to your wet center. You liked how he sounded. His raspy voice full of longing and lust was like music in your ears. You took cues from the groans and moans he made whenever you did something differently. It was when he rolled onto his back that you really heard him. Your hips locked to his, his shaft rubbed right to the most sensitive part. You started rolling on it, feeling his girth spreading your wet lips apart.
“You’re doing so well, honey,” he said, mesmerized by your rocking hips. “You’re making me feel so damn good…like a good little wife,” he moaned when he guided you to his tip again. He smirked when you moaned particularly loud at the part on your pulsing clit. “And you’re all mine. You’re mine,” he started pushing against you, “Understand? This belongs to me now. Only I get to enjoy this gorgeous body of yours…this warm cunt…”
His lewd words surprised and aroused you. He noticed this and smiled, “You like that too, hm? You like hearing me tell you that you’re mine?”
“Ye-yes.” You couldn’t believe you were saying it, but with his tip threatening to push inside, you couldn’t hold back. “I li-like it.”
“I know something else you’re gonna like.”
With a bit of maneuvering, he fully sheathed inside you. Your eyes widened when he broke through, a slight stinging coming but nothing like what Lucy described. Pleasure overcame whatever slight pain you might have felt. Your walls hugged the length buried in you, and you could feel the head prodding that space again.
“Up and down, darling,” he instructed, starting to help you move up and down. “You can go as fast or slow as you want. I want my pretty wife to enjoy her first time.”
You didn’t go too fast, since you still burned from the slight stretch. Yet, the need for that second release started slowly taking over. Your hands on his chest, your sex pulsed like before and ached for his attention. Shyly, you put one of his hands above it and he took the cue right away. His thumb stayed put for you to rub against how you pleased, sliding around to make you moan louder. His hand then left your center for your throat, which he held and squeezed lightly as he started pushing upwards into you. You struggled to breathe, but instead of fear, you only felt more arousal. Being on the edge of it, his cock pounding you, your nails dug into his skin as you drew closer.
“Say my name,” he said, releasing his grip but still holding your neck, “Say my name when it happens.”
And you did. His name fell past your lips the moment it happened. Shaking and gripping his wrist to keep his hand in place, you thought your body was on fire. Every muscle constricted as the powerful feeling hit you. Caleb didn’t stop even when you started coming back down. He rolled you onto your side, lifted your thigh to his waist and kept going. His face buried in your neck, groans filling your ear, he tightened his grip when he finally finished. An odd hot sensation formed right inside you as you watched him lose himself in his pleasure. It went deep, forced into you in every thrust.
Neither of you said anything for a few minutes. The bliss that came afterwards clouded any sense you might’ve had. You trembled in his arms, sweat shone on your skin and the world felt hot around you. When he withdrew, thick globs leaked out of your entrance. You felt it sticking to your inner thighs, causing an uncomfortable slickness when you laid on your side. A corner of the sheet in your hand, you moved to wipe it away before Caleb’s hand grabbed your wrist. You broke out of the haze when he spread your thighs to see the mess he’d left behind. A hint of satisfaction glinted in his eyes when he focused on it, like a prospector having found the gem he’d been seeking. He laid beside you, still keeping your legs open as he kissed you again. His hand didn’t go to your middle, but it idly traced the curves of your body in admiration.
You honestly still could not believe it. A bit of shame came when you realized he’d gotten what he wanted: you. You knew you couldn’t fight him off or refuse him now that he was your husband. It’d be foolish of you to deny Caleb Sykes anything, since he’d likely take it regardless. If it was this good every time, then perhaps you could live with it.
“My sister never told me it’d be like this,” you heard yourself say, eyes closed as you savored his touch and kiss. “Where did you learn to do all of that?”
“Places,” he answered, pulling you to him as he rolled onto his back.
“What places?”
“Places proper ladies don’t go.” He wrapped an arm around you, and held your hand to his chest. A tender kiss to your knuckles, he settled with you underneath the thin blankets. “My sweet YN,” he kissed the top of your head, “My pretty wife shouldn’t worry about things like that. She should just enjoy it.”
His pretty wife. That’s all you’d be now. You didn’t have a choice.
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A/N: who's the bitch that said the last fic would be her first and only JCB fic? Not me, obviously >> I hope you enjoyed this one as much as the last <3 Thanks for reading!
