Seduced in the Dark (26 page)

“You have the most beautiful tits.” Heat
crawled over my flesh, and my nipples tightened.

“Thanks?” I said, unsure.

“You’re welcome,” he said through a smile
and put his mouth around my aching nipple.

I attempted to wrap my arms around him, but
they were trapped in the straps of my nightgown. Overcome by a rush
of sensation, I pressed my thighs tightly in an effort to close
them and crushed Caleb closer to my body as I writhed under his
consuming touch. He sucked and bit at one nipple and then the
other, and did not neglect any part in between. I closed my eyes
and swam in a sea of pleasure, pain, and longing.

I think I love you.

The thought swirled in my brain like an
angry tornado begging me to say the words out loud, but I couldn’t
– I couldn’t possibly. I felt like I might have an orgasm just
then, before he was even inside me, before he’d even touched me
down there. I teetered on the edge, which felt both delicious and
annoying.

Say it! I think I love you.

He reached down between our bodies and slid
his underwear past his erection.

Oh my god! Oh my god!

“Wait,” I said, breathless. Caleb
paused.

“What?” he asked. He sounded genuine in his
concern.

“Be gentle, okay,” I whispered and resigned
myself. The look in his eyes turned devastating. It was as if he
wanted to tear me apart with his teeth, and I probably would have
let him.

“Don’t worry, Kitten. I’m not going to fuck
you,” he said through a rueful grin.

Before I could ask him why the hell not, the
hot pulse of his thick shaft splayed the lips of my sex. He rubbed
the hard, yet pliant flesh of his cock against the swollen bud of
my clit and I was paralyzed. Desperate, mewling sounds came out of
my throat, and my hips instinctively rocked back and forth against
the heat of him. I was going to come, and it was going to be
incredible. Up and down he moved his cock against my sensitive
flesh, and all I could do was pine as I tried to get my stupid arms
out of my nightgown so I could touch him.

His mouth traveled up my body and nestled at
the nape of my neck. He bit me again, but this time I inclined
toward him. “Does it feel good, Pet?” he asked in a voice dripping
with arrogance – I didn’t care. I nodded fervently, and looked for
his mouth. He let his lips dance just above mine, all the while
keeping his rhythm against my clit.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me it feels
good. Tell me how much you want me to make that little pussy of
yours come.”

Oh. My. God!

Every muscle in my body tightened all at
once. The opening of my pussy contracted, and grasped at what
wasn’t there. My heart pounded and my hands grabbed at the sheets
while my legs pressed against Caleb as hard as they could. Orgasm
ripped through my body indiscriminately, engulfing everything in
its path, and I was so overwhelmed, tears ran down my face.

“I love you!” I screamed. I couldn’t help
myself and I kept crying, even as Caleb’s hot semen splashed
against my sex and belly.

He panted hard and grabbed at his cock,
expelling everything he had onto me. Then he grabbed my ass tightly
and squeezed me as his mouth once again found mine. He kissed me
until we both settled some, and then gently collapsed against
me.

Chapter
Fourteen

Caleb knew his weight was probably crushing
Livvie, but he wasn’t quite ready to address this new and
provocative situation. He supposed it was common for a person,
especially a female person, to say incredulous things in the throes
of passion, but he couldn’t actually say it had ever happened to
him before. She had said she loved him. She’d said it during a very
intense orgasm, but she’d said it just the same. Even now, he felt
the heat and wetness of her tears against his shoulder. She wasn’t
sobbing, or blubbering. In fact, the way she was caressing his
thigh with her fingertips suggested she was quite content if not
sated.

Wanting suddenly to put an end to his
discomfort, stemming both from his own thoughts as well as the
feeling of heat and stickiness, he moved to disengage himself from
Livvie. She made a series of adjusting sounds as he peeled off of
her, wiping the semen off of his lower abdomen with the edge of her
nightgown. She scrunched her nose, as if it were the most
disgusting thing she’d ever seen; he didn’t respond.

He didn’t like the feelings running through
him. He replayed the incident in his mind, trying to find the exact
moment in which he’d lost control and fallen under the spell of the
woman who was supposed to be
his
captive. She couldn’t even
move, yet it was impossible to ignore the hold she had over him
with her big innocent eyes and pouty trembling mouth.

He pulled his boxers up and sat on the edge
of the bed, trying to think of what to say. He heard her sigh
contentedly just before the warmth of her cheek pressed against his
back causing a mild tingle to spread through him. She wrapped her
arms loosely around his waist.

“Please, don’t,” Livvie whispered softly
against his back.

“Don’t, what?”

“Whenever something nice happens…between
us…you’re mean after.” Livvie pressed herself against his back and
held him tighter.

Caleb’s confusion was turning toward anger,
but he knew she was right. His instinct was to lash out in an
effort to get distance between him and Livvie. He’d called her a
coward, threatened her with humiliation and violence, even fucked
another woman in front of her to try and stop whatever was
happening between them. None of it worked. Here they were in yet
another emotionally compromising situation. It was exhausting.

“
I love you!”
Livvie’s words echoed
through Caleb’s thoughts. He looked down at Livvie’s arms, the way
she held him there. He realized it was a silent plea:
“I could
stay with you…be with you.”
Caleb closed his eyes and let
himself place his hand on her arm, holding her there in return.

“I can’t,” he replied, knowing his words
were odd. Livvie had neither asked a question nor requested a
response, but he just knew she would understand what he was trying
to say.

“Why, Caleb? Why can’t you?” she whispered.
Caleb swallowed thickly. She did understand. He’d known she would,
but it affected him nonetheless.

Because none of this makes any fucking
sense!
He wanted to yell the words, but said, “I have to
go.”

“No, you don’t, Caleb. You don’t have to
go.” Her arms gripped him like a vise.

Caleb wanted to correct her, yet again, for
using his name, but it felt ridiculous to do so at this point.
Livvie was just too fucking stubborn. It didn’t matter what he said
or did. Ultimately, there were simply some orders she would not
obey. If there was any compromise on the issue, it was she didn’t
do it in front of others.

“I need to take a shower,” he said in the
hopes logic would prevail.

“I need to take one too,” she countered. “We
could take one together? I need your help.”

Caleb laughed ruefully, “You don’t need my
help. You hate my help.”

Livvie rubbed her cheek against Caleb’s back
as she laughed. “All the more reason for you to help me. You love
doing things when I ask you not to, it’s kinda your thing.”

“It is, isn’t it,” Caleb agreed.

“It is. Also…” she shifted uncomfortably,
“there’s something I’ve been thinking about.” Caleb was
begrudgingly intrigued by the hesitant, but excited tone of her
voice.

“And what, exactly, might that be?” Caleb
asked.

Livvie shifted her body until she was on her
knees behind him and then pressed her naked breasts against his
back to whisper in his ear. Caleb’s eyes widened ever so slightly
and his heart picked up speed.

Over the last few months, Caleb had taken
advantage during their sexual encounters, and though she’d always
been incredibly wet when he touched her and she had several
orgasms, he’d always suspected her heart had not been in it – and
he hadn’t cared. Somehow, things were different now.

“
Make love to me.”

He’d intended only to play the game they’d
always played, the one featuring him as The Big Bad Wolf and her as
frightened Little Red Riding Hood. He hadn’t been prepared for the
kiss or….

“
I love you!”

After she’d been injured, he’d treated her
like spun glass. He’d been careful not to injure her further, or
cause her unnecessary pain. Unfortunately, it had also allowed her
to work herself into more than his thoughts. For the first time
since his life had descended into this dark place, something akin
to caring for another person found a place to thrive inside
him.

It seemed a lifetime had passed since Caleb
had been made to submit to the will of another: It had nearly
killed him the last time. Still, her hold on him…was far more than
physical. “Kitten?” he said.

“Yes?” Livvie said hesitantly.

“I came on you,” Caleb said through a
laugh.

Livvie laughed, “Yep.” She kissed Caleb’s
neck. “I’m pretty sticky, too.”

“Shower?”

“Absolutely,” Livvie said.

Caleb walked into the bathroom and stared at
first the shower and then the bath. Either would serve their
purpose, but each had its own appeal. The shower had a bench, and
the glass enclosure trapped steam to keep them comfortable when not
under the direct spray. Caleb had a vision of pressing Livvie up
against the glass. It left him light headed for a moment.

“The shower or the tub?” asked Livvie.

“I was just asking myself the same. I
suppose it’s up to you. This is your fantasy after all,” Caleb
grinned and turned to watch Livvie blush.

She playfully slapped him on the chest.
“Yeah, right! I’m sure you’re just gonna hate it.” She smiled
brightly, but then seemed to doubt herself.

“What’s wrong?” Caleb asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…” she bit at her bottom
lip then started picking at it with her fingernails.

Caleb pulled her hand away from her mouth.
“It’s just, what? Change your mind?” He was at once relieved and
annoyed.

She shook her head slightly. “No, it’s
just…I’ve never done this before.” She looked down at her feet, up
at him, then back down.

Caleb wanted to help her out, he really did.
He wanted to let her know it didn’t matter. Anything she deigned to
do to him, or with him, would be perfect. But frankly, watching her
squirm was too much fun to pass up.

“Never done what before?” he asked and went
toward the shower to turn it on. This could get messy. The shower
was perfect for messy.

Livvie rolled her eyes in exasperation, “You
know what.”

“Kitten,” he said as the sound of running
water echoed around the room, “If you can’t say it, how do you
expect to do it?” Livvie blushed and Caleb smiled.

“Don’t make fun of me, Caleb. I don’t like
to be made fun of,” she said and covered her breasts. Caleb didn’t
like that so much.

He stepped closer, building his own arousal
by taking Livvie in with his eyes. She was beautiful. She’d healed
almost completely and Caleb couldn’t help but feel…grateful. There
would be no scars for Livvie. At least, not on the outside.

The thought of Livvie’s mental scars brought
him up short. He’d been having dreams lately, old memories
bombarding him in the middle of the night. When he’d first been
rescued they had been an almost nightly occurrence, but after a
year or two with Rafiq they had stopped. The stronger he’d become,
the more sure of himself and his destiny, the more peaceful his
sleep. He hated to speculate on why the dreams would return now and
why so many of them involved Rafiq.

Caleb stood in front of Livvie and pulled
her head to his chest. “I wasn’t making fun, but Kitten…we
shouldn’t do this.” Caleb was surprised to have Livvie squirm out
of his arms and push him back. He stumbled back a step, but quickly
set himself to rights.

Livvie glared at him, “No. We’re doing this.
You’re going to take off those shorts and get in the shower,” she
pointed, “and I’m going to…to….”

Caleb crossed his arms and watched in smug
amusement as Livvie struggled to get the words out and blushed
something furious in the process. “To suck my dick.”

“Yes! That!” Livvie said seriously.

Caleb laughed, “Not until you say it. In
fact, not until you beg me.”

Livvie’s eyes held a spark of outrage. “You
want me, to beg you, to let me suck your dick? That’s…that’s…you’re
a pig.”

Caleb straightened. “No, I’m your Master.”
Some of the color seemed to drain from Livvie’s face. “Did you
forget? Does allowing you to use my name when we’re alone make it
any less true?”

“Of course not, Caleb. I’m sorry.”

Caleb wasn’t angry, a little unsettled
maybe, but not angry. He reasoned that perhaps returning to some
sort of normalcy would get them past their awkwardness. “You can
call me by my name when we’re alone, I’ve come to expect it, but it
doesn’t mean you’re allowed to forget who and what I am to you.
Understand?” He pushed an errant lock of raven hair behind her ear.
It had gotten so much longer.
Beautiful.

“Yes, Caleb,” she whispered and inclined her
head into his hand. Slowly, her eyes focused on his, her pupils
growing larger. “Please, Caleb, let me suck your dick.”

Caleb was definitely light headed. Hearing
her say dirty things turned him on to point of physical ache. He
cleared his throat, “Get in the shower, Kitten.”

Her hand reached for him and boldly wrapped
around his dick. Caleb hissed and pushed her toward the shower,
pinning her against the warm glass.

“I’m not going to repeat myself,” Caleb
said. Livvie gripped Caleb’s cock even harder and he moaned above
her head, rocking his hips into her hand. This was a side of her
Caleb hadn’t seen, not sexually. He liked it.