- Response to Caleb Using Your Underwear
The air seemed to freeze, all focus drawn to the figure shrinking before me. Caleb, a man of many faces, has never once shown such crippling guilt. Perhaps, the normal response I should have would be reproach, or a gentle reprieve that he only needed to ask, but instead I feel a grin, sharp, and pointed as a giggle bubbles from my throat, transforming into stilted laughter.
Perhaps giving an appropriate response would help this already shattered man mend himself a little, but what fun is that when he could struggle instead? Or maybe, I just want a little payback for the time Colonel had me personally reprimanded for going through his work computer.
"Oh, so that's where my clothes have been going." Another fit laughter before I manage to take a deep, heavy breath. "Poor little thing, must be so hard for you, having to use my used panties just for the hope of relief."
I move closer, flicking a light on to make sure he can see the faux pout on my lips. "But it's not enough is it? Every time you squeeze your eyes shut and tell yourself this is the last time only to crumble apart because your daydreams only help so much."
I examine him, from his parted thighs all the way up to his face, stepping closer until I can sit on the bed next to him.
"Look at you, Colonel Caleb Xia, I wonder, how many nights do you do this?" I look around his room and sigh. "You know, if I was a really nice person, maybe I'd help you. You know, maybe let your fingers wander under my skin or something, butโ" I click my tongue and shake my head "I dunno...I don't think you've earned that yet."
I bite my lip, thinking for a moment before swiftly taking off my shirt, exposing my bare torso, and tossing it on him. "Here, rut on this for the night. I'm sure it'll feel better than just that little thing."
I get up, planning to go back to my own room and go to bed. "Go ahead. Be as loud and messy as you want. Who knows, maybe you'll hear me pathetically calling your name through the walls if you make me antsy enough."
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The heat radiating from Calebโs neck was a furnace, climbing rapidly to stain his sharp cheekbones a furious, brick-red hue. It was a scorching, humiliating shame, yes, but it was immediately curdled by a white-hot spike of indignation. Scolding him? Now? As if he were some errant schoolboy caught with a dirty magazine, rather than a man whose very being was currently throbbing with a desperate, nearly violent need. His โdignityโ was trapped in the tight, hot vise of his own palm, throbbing rhythmically against the desperate friction. It was flushed, slick, and demanding immediate, total surrender, yet he couldn't even manage that in private.
His jawโa granite line of pure annoyanceโclenched so hard the tendons stood out like taut wires. They were doing this on purpose, weren't they? Riding that ridiculously polished high horse, judging the raw, primal urge that had him completely strung up. The sheer, insufferable smugness was like a cold splash of water on his internal inferno, only making the steam rise faster. When the soft cotton of a discarded shirtโpresumably for the purpose of a quick, shame-filled finishโwas tossed carelessly toward him, the gesture felt like the final, patronizing insult. The implied solution: Hurry up and hide that pathetic mess. The craving was a physical, clawing thing deep in his gut, a frantic, red-alert signal screaming for the sweet, annihilating release that his length so desperately demanded. But the attitude of the offer choked the need right down.
He stopped the frantic motion of his hand, the sudden stillness amplifying the desperate pulse beneath his grip. He looked up, his eyes narrow, dark pools of simmering threat.
โDonโt you dare,โ he bit out, his voice low, gravelly, and dangerously controlled. The air pressure in the room seemed to drop as his Evol locked onto you, freezing your posture mid-breath. โDonโt you dare throw me your shirt to clean up like Iโm a dog thatโs just tracked mud across your pristine carpet.โ
He tightened his grip on himself, a deliberate, agonizing squeeze that made the blood rush hotly behind his eyes.
โNo.โ His voice was firm, the sound of absolute finality. โYou think youโre so high and mighty, looking down on me for this? Fine. Youโll watch me do this if youโre going to be so smug about it, pipsqueak. Iโll make a show of it. Every drop of relief I find, youโll be forced to watch. And you wonโt move a muscle until Iโm done.โ
