18+ mdni | caleb hates seeing you in pain unless he’s the one inflicting it
TW. spanking, he’s not really mean but i guess degrading, dacryphilia, idk 🤷🏽 not proofread and i wrote this as i was falling asleep so there’s lots of run on sentences and typos but idgaffff!!! #ilovemeninuniform!!!
even though he was a colonel, caleb rarely felt in control.
every day brought new problems, new fires to put out, new orders to follow or rewrite. most of his time was swallowed by the fleet, his routine reduced to disciplining subordinates and reshaping plans that never stayed still for long.
some days he hated it. the endless demands, the constant pressure to be everything at once. he’d catch himself wondering, briefly, what his life might’ve looked like if he’d chosen differently, but he hadn’t, and men like him didn’t get to regret their choices.
everything was structured & predetermined. control wasn’t something he had, it was something he was expected to embody. the only time he felt able to truly let go of all the stress that came with his career was with you.
it was easy, the history between you two allowed for a simple routine to form, one that he organized and you followed gladly. at times it felt like you existed just to please him—you never complained or whined, and you would chase after him like a puppy, following his every command.
he never actually asked you to do work of course, acts of service was one of his love languages so he genuinely enjoyed cooking and cleaning for you. the only time he would take advantage of your obedience was when you would beg for his cock.
you were just so needy, constantly asking if he was tired or wanted help relaxing. you would offer massages, ask if you could cockwarm him, promising he wouldn’t have to do anything. it warmed his heart how desperate you were, but it also made him curious to see just how much you were willing to do.
“dirty fuckin’ girl, rubbing yourself on my boots.” he smirked at the sight of your flushed face while you grinded against his shoes, hands clinging to his work pants, “not even ashamed how you’re getting my uniform filthy, hm? come home from work and all you care about is getting that slutty hole filled up.”
you cried out at his harsh tone, cunt clenching around nothing as he gently pressed the tip of his shoe against your swollen clit.
“c-caleb please, it hurts…”
his heart ached at the sight of tears welling in your eyes. he hated seeing you cry, but seeing you on your knees while your hips mindlessly humped against his steel-toed boots made his cock twitch in his pants.
“mm, it hurts?” he asked, faux sympathy laced in his words. using his thumb and index finger to grasp your chin, he lifted your face to watch as your eyebrows furrowed in simultaneous pain and pleasure. “what do you need then? you’re a big girl right, can you use your words? don’t tell me you’re already too dumb to speak…”
you shook your head rapidly at his snide comment, eyes fluttering while looking between his face and the prominent bulge in his pants. you spoke with your voice merely above a whisper, “wanna be filled up…”
he hummed at your comment, hand moving to hold your face. before you could nuzzle into his palm, he withdrew his hand and landed a harsh slap against your cheek, immediately forcing you to look back at him once more as he smushed your cheeks together.
“is that how you ask your colonel for favours? didn’t say please, forgot how to address me…you really are just a hole for me to fuck, huh?”
you whined at his harsh words, the tears lining your eyes finally spilling as he pulled you towards him & forced you to straddle him. without giving you a moment to think, he licked a stripe against your face, groaning at the salty taste of your tears on his tongue.
“taste so fuckin’ good for me, you gonna ask me again or do you need to be taught some manners first?”
as much as you loved when caleb doted on you, this was the only time you got to experience his demanding colonel persona, and you always made sure you took full advantage of it. “jus’ fill me up already, caleb…” you whined, words muffled as his hands continued to press your lips together.
his eyes darkened at your subtle permission to be even rougher, mind racing as he thought of all the ways he could take out the frustration of his day on you.
“looks like you’re asking to be punished then” he smirked before saying those words, using your hair as a handle to twist you into position, bent across his thighs with your bare ass presented to him. he stroked the soft skin, admiring residual marks left from previous nights and biting his lip as you squirmed when he applied pressure onto them. not giving you a warning, he swung a gloved hand harshly against your skin, a cry sounding from your throat as slick dripped down your thighs.
“count for me.” his stern voice demanded, a wet whimper of the number one leaving your lips. not giving you a second to breathe, he withdrew his hand once more and landed another slap, this time against your upper thighs. he alternated between your asscheeks and just below them, watching a fiery red colour bloom onto your skin by the time you reached ‘15’.
feeling satisfied with his work, caleb used his middle finger to run up and down between your labia, the sight of a generous amount of your fluid dripping off his fingers. “it’s not really a punishment if this is how much you enjoy it hm?” he questioned, watching you writhe below him as he moved to use his fingers and finally stimulate your sensitive nub.
“p-please fuck me, colonel xia, put me in my place.” you whined, hips unconsciously pushing up to meet his hand.
he smirked at your desperation, his other hand moving to quickly unbuckle his belt. some days had caleb second guessing if he went into the right profession, but watching you squirm across his legs and cry out his name always made him realize—this was what he was meant to do.
