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Prologue: As Colonel, a riding crop is part of the uniform but when Caleb sees you admiring his recently purchased swagger stick things quickly become heated.
Notes: Female Reader, No use of 'Y/N, porn with feelings.
TW: Pseudo-incest, Use of riding crop, D/s tones, Possessive Caleb, Inappropriate use of a riding crop, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, humiliation, use of 'GÄ“ge', Inappropriate use of evol, dacryphilia, clit spanking overstimulation, squirting
His lips press against yours firmly but gently. You stay like this for a moment, revelling in the feel of each others lips but it isn't long before your legs unconsciously wrap around his hips, pulling him into you. As you gasp at the feeling of his thick erection coming into contact with your centre, he takes the opportunity to delve his tongue into you mouth with a deep groan.
His hands on your hips trail up, bunching up your crop top to just below your breasts.
Grinding himself against your lace clad pussy, he pulls his lips back and pants into your open mouth as you let out a moan.
"I'm not done with you yet, baby." He chuckles breathlessly. "Take it all off." He instructs, pulling on the hem of your top before taking a step back.
He stands there watching you, waiting.
With shaking hands, you grasp the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You throw it on the floor and look back to see Calebs face.
His eyes rove over your body as he smirks and raises an eyebrow, making a gesture with his hand as if to say 'get on with it.'
Your hands give away your nervousness as you reach behind you to unhook your bra and fumble slightly, you hesitate only briefly before sliding the straps down your arms and dropping the garment to the floor.
"Allow me to help you with this one." Caleb gives an almost menacing grin as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties. The feeling of the soft leather of his black gloves makes you moan as he pulls the panties down your legs. Unhooking them from around your feet, he shocks you when he turns the fabric over in his hands and admires the arousal coating the gusset. He slowly drags his thumb through the moisture, your face burning a deep red as the fluid stands out starkly against the black of his gloves.
His eyes suddenly snap up, burning into yours as he slips that very same thumb, now slick with your arousal, up to his face and between his lips. His eyes flutter shut as his lips wrap around the digit and he releases a deep moan.
Almost reluctantly, his removes the now clean thumb from his mouth and murmers. "Oh, Darling. I'm very sorry to inform you that you won't be getting these back anytime soon." He chuckles and slides them into the pocket of his pants.
Slowly, he slides his hands up your thighs, which are tightly closed together, partly out of shyness but mostly out of a desperate attempt to feel any kind of friction. You gasp as his hold suddenly tightens, his fingers digging deeply into you skin.
"Open." He commands and thrust your legs apart, not waiting for you to do it yourself. "Feet on the counter."
You release a shaky breath and bring your feet up to rest on the edge of the kitchen island, making sure to keep your legs spread.
Looking down, you find Calebs gaze focused directly on your bare pussy and you cover your eyes with your arm in embarrassment.
"No!" He barks, making you jump.
Before you can blink, he's at your side, near your head, both of his wrists held tightly in his grasp. He pins your hands to the counter above your head as he leans down and licks the shell of your ear.
"Do you remember when we were kids and you always begged me to use my evol to make you fly?" He asks non-chalantly, as if one hand isn't pinning your naked form to the counter while he begins to gently flick your nipple with the other. "Did you know it can also have the opposite effect?"
It takes you a while to register the fact he has asked you a question. "N..no."
"Oh yes, little one." He says casually, pinching and rolling your nipple gently his gloved thumb and forefinger. "I can use it to pin down naughty little girls who can't seem to follow their GÄ“ge's simple instructions."
With this, you felt a heavy weight begin to press down on your arms, pinning your arms that were raised above your head, to the counter. You could feel Caleb release his grasp on your wrist. Testing it, you tried futilely to move your arms but it was useless. You could feel the invisible pressure weighing down on them, keeping them from moving even an inch.
You whimpered as you felt the same pressure wash over your legs. Against your control, your legs were being pushed by the invisible force. The back of your heel was pushed to rest against your ass and your knees were brought up to your chest, leaving you wide open and exposed.
"Don't bother trying to fight it. You're completely at my mercy now." And with that he suddenly pinched your nipple roughly between his fingers and pulled. He hovered over you, his teeth bared in a silent growl as he watched you desperately try to escape.
You squealed, trying to buck and squirm but your arms and legs were completely stuck.
His finger continued pinching and pulling your nipple until your breast had been pulled as far as it could go and his finger slipped off. The smooth leather of his glove gently returned to your abused breast, rubbing and soothing it while the back of the other hand rubbed sweetly up and down your cheek.
"Do you trust your GÄ“ge to give you what you need?" He asked quietly in your ear.
All you could do was nod. The dichotomy between his sudden cold, rough demeanour and his sweet, loving mien had sent your head reeling, leaving you unable to form words.
"That's my good girl." He smiled down at you, watching your mouth part in shock as the soft leather tongue of the crop returned, tracing between your breasts and down your stomach. The leather tongue came to rest on your clit.
You saw his smile slowly twist into a sinister smirk just before...
'SMACK'
You threw your head back, something between a moan and scream wrenched from your throat. The muscles in your legs tensing as your tried with all your might to close them and soothe the throbbing.
You let out a sob of frustration, remembering you couldn't move no matter how desperately you tried. You were stuck there, for him to do with as he pleased and you could do nothing but wait and see what he had in store for you.
"Shh, shh, shh. It won't hurt for long." He assured, bringing his hand down to rub small circles on your clit but before you could appreciate the feeling, his leather bound fingers were gone.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to catch your breath when you felt the leather tongue return to rest on your breast, just above your nipple.
'Oh fu...'
'THWACK, THWACK, THWACK.'
Three blows rained down in quick succession, alternating between the left breath, the right and back to the left.'
The immediate sting that faded into a hot, steady throbbing brought tears to yours eyes. Still, you couldn't help the moan as the warmth bloomed across your chest.
'SLAP'
The sting of the crop radiated between your legs once again, your clit throbbing in arousal and pain.
'SMACK'
Another blow to your clit, the sound of the crop slapping against your wet pussy echoed around the room.
Mentally preparing yourself for another impact, you were instead surprised to hear the sound of his heavy boots walking down towards your spread legs and then complete silence.
You carefully opened your eyes and risked a glance down to see Caleb at your feet. His eyes transfixed at between your legs, one hand clutching the crop like a lifeline, the other palming the significant bulge in this trousers.
Suddenly, you felt the pressure on your limbs lift, releasing a groan as pins and needles rushed up and down your legs.
"Slowly now, little one." He said, gently grabbing your ankles and bringing your legs out to stretch before hanging them over the edge of the counter.
"Do you think you can stand?"
At your nod, he grabbed your hands, helping you to sit up before assisting you to stand back on terra firma. After giving you a moment, you led you by the hand to the dining table where he pulled a chair out and sat down, sitting you sideways on his lap and placing the crop of the table.
Carefully, he placed gentle kisses from your temple down to your cheek and the corner of your mouth. You turned your head to capture his lips in a quick kiss.
"Caleb..." You whispered breathlessly. "Please, I need..." You whimpered, too shy to admit just how desperately you need to come.
"I already told you, sweetheart..." He said pausing for another quick kiss. "GÄ“ge knows what you need."
He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck before crushing his lips to yours, his tongue demanding entrance. The two of you let your tongues battle for dominance, twisting and stroking against each until you were both breathless.
"On your knees on the floor and facing me."
Unable and unwilling to say 'no', you quickly complied.
"You want to come, don't you?" You nod eagerly, making him chuckle. "Let's make a deal. If you're willing to bring yourself to orgasm in front of me just once, then I will give you more orgasms than you can handle."
"And if I don't?" You asked, curious.
"Then you don't come at all." He shrugged. "Even if I have you tie your hands to make sure they don't wander during the night, I will."
"Deal" You almost laughed.
'This is going to be too easy.' You smirked to yourself. 'Not even a challenge.'
You felt smug as you brought your hand between your thighs.
"Oh no, pipsqueak, you can't use your hands for this challenge." He laughed, watching the smirk get wiped of your face.
"Then how do I...." You fell silent as you felt the handle of the crop come to rest against your clit.
It was now Calebs turn to smirk. "Ready to give me a show?"
