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Being a spy is synonymous with running head first into dangerous situations. You’ve spent years learning how to ignore your basic human instincts. An embrace of the racing pulse that manifests from being in uncharted territory.

Despite your rigorous training, you’ve been caught posing as a guard in the Farspace Fleet’s main vessel. There was a scuffle—something or another, when it was discovered that your fake identification card had an unmistakable error. Now you’re being held in the ship’s main control room. Sequestered to a chair. You’re surprised you even got this far, actually. Most people can’t even make it past the security gates of the facility.

As luck would have it, you’re not most people.

Secured intel is the most valuable thing when it comes to unlocking the secrets of those who hide behind the clouds to control those below. You’re being paid a lofty sum to get back to home base safely. Caught or not, you fully intend to complete the mission under any circumstances.

You hear a door open behind you, footsteps approaching. It’s difficult, but you manage to level your breathing. If an enemy knows you’re afraid they’ll waste no time in taking advantage of your fear. You’re ready to work your way out of this mess.

A tall shadowy figure enters your field of vision. He turns around to face you. You're shocked at how incredibly handsome he is. Something out of a movie. Piercing purple eyes framed by a perfect jawline. Nothing like the monster you expected to see. He’s the stark image of suave authority in his black fitted uniform. 

The decorations on his chest make his importance clear. He’s the Farspace Fleet’s colonel. Evident by the way one of the golden cascading cords near his shoulder glints from the overhead lights. You’ve heard rumors about his immense penchant for cruelty. One thing is for sure, you might not be making it out of here without incident.

Your wrists struggle against invisible restraints. It’s no use. Your entire body is being held down to this chair by some mysterious force. The only conclusion you come to is that the colonel’s Evol has something to do with it.

“Let me go,” you bare your teeth at him, wasting no time with picking a fight.

“Struggling won’t do you any good,” he mocks. “The last person who disobeyed my orders isn’t exactly here to tell the tale.” 

There isn’t a bluff to be seen. You’re sure the colonel put a bullet through that prisoner without a second thought. You can see it in his eyes. That haunting, mysterious gaze…

Stepping toward you, he reaches at his side for something. “Tell me who you work for.”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Not my business? You’re sorely mistaken.”            

You watch as he pulls out a riding crop from his belt. Though your pulse quickens, you make sure your expression is that of indifference to the sight of it.

“No one boards this ship without my say so,” the colonel lightly touches your cheek with the tip of the crop, dragging it to your jawline. “Now, the sooner I find out why we had an uninvited guest running around the cargo room, the easier this will be for you.”

“Who said I was uninvited?”

He smirks at your gall. Probably not used to being defied. It makes your chest swell with pride to get under his skin so easily. “Infiltrating the fleet is a serious offense. Punishable by death, even.”

“Death?” you suddenly whimper.

“If you’re found guilty, of course,” he further caresses the tip down to your clavicle which makes you suck in a breath. “Give me one good reason why I should show mercy.”

“You bastard.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong. It’s you who’s corrupt.”

“The fleet holds dominion over all. That includes you. If you don’t want to talk, I have ways to make you talk.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

The venom stored within that comment seems to rile him up more than anything else. Right below the colonel’s eye, you see a subtle twitch. You brace yourself as you watch him pull back the riding crop. The second he does, you hear a loud metal clunk .

Your head turns to the soda can on the side table next to you. Well, it was on the table beside you. Now it’s in the process of toppling to the floor beneath it.

“Oops."

“Caleb!”

“Hold on, I got it.”

You watch as Caleb pulls off a glove and runs into the kitchen, leaving you to idle around on your makeshift hostage chair. He comes back with a roll of paper towels tucked under his arm.

“Nooo…” you pout at the sight of your spilt soda. “I told you not to put it there.”

It’s like he can’t hold back his laughter while cleaning up the mess on the floor. If this were your place you’d be much more put off than him. “It was there in case you got thirsty.”

“Do you let all of your prisoners have soda breaks?”

Caleb glances up and smiles at you. “Only the really cute ones.”

You hum. “Can you get me another soda then?”

He gives you a judging look that slowly turns into one of fondness. You know it bothers him that you drink so much of it, but he’s never denied you. It’s his fault he keeps all of your favorite sugary drinks stocked inside his fridge. Practically enabling you. Sure, you might be a tad bit spoiled. Not that you’d admit it.

After cleaning the mess, he goes back into the kitchen. You feel a little strange having the colonel of the Farspace Fleet basically wait on you. But honestly, you know for a fact that it’s Caleb’s favorite pastime. Sometimes he even goes out of his way to do you favors. It’s no secret that it fulfills something in him. 

You hear the fridge open before he calls out, “Do you want the same one?”

“Yes, please.”

The tab on the can is flipped up from his Evol and you watch as it is carefully floated into your palm. You take a sip before Caleb comes back over to kiss your temple. He takes back the soda and places it (as if to make a point) on the far away kitchen counter.

“There ya go, my dear princess of soda,” he clears his throat after he’s done cooing at you. “As I was saying…”  he starts again, menacingly. “...I forgot what I was saying.”

Both of you stare at each other for a good few seconds. Eventually you mutter a quick, “The fleet holds dominion over all.”

“Right!” Caleb squints his eyes at you before he levitates the riding crop back toward himself.

He grasps it, firm, then hits the leather of his palm with the tip. 

The crack sound makes you flinch. It places you right back into the scene. He smirks. Clearly taking meticulous note of your every reaction. “I have ways of making you talk.”

You try fighting against gravity again—to no avail. He’s got you pinned here whether you like it or not. “Fine,” you scoff, accepting the situation for what it is. “Do your worst.”

At your side you watch as he pulls back the riding crop back again. It lightly swats at the fleshy part of your thigh. You let out a sigh of relief at finally being hit.

You also, however, see Caleb’s entire body visibly cringe at the sound.

“Was that too hard?” he whispers.

You exhale. Stopping and starting the scene isn’t exactly ideal. “No—you barely even hit me,” but your reassurance doesn’t change his sad expression. “Caleb, it's okay. I’m not made of glass. I’ve had wanderers hit me hard enough to concuss me.”

“Please don’t tell me stuff like that if you want to keep your job.”

“If something hurts too much, I’ll say the safeword like we agreed on. Okay?”

You were worried this would happen. It’s one thing for Caleb to indirectly hurt you with his overprotective habits, but asking him to physically hurt you on purpose was a hard sell. 

It’s just that you couldn’t help yourself—there’s something so sexy about his colonel persona slapping you around. Maybe you’ve always been a bit of a masochist. He’s so much bigger than you. Stronger. If he really wanted to, he could kill you. Easily. The man can quite literally form black holes at will (to which you still can’t wrap your head around). You have no idea how anyone could stand a chance against him one-on-one.

You had to beg for this until he gave in. Promising and reassuring him about one hundred times that this is what you want. That it would make you the happiest girl alive. What’s the point of having all those muscles if not for this?! Just the thought alone of Caleb holding you down while using your body like a fleshlight makes your pussy throb.

But you would never tell him any of that. He would be mortified, right?

“Anywaaaays,” you say, trying to fizzle out the stutter in this conversation. “I’ll never give you anything. You might as well kill me.”

Caleb clicks his tongue. He looks amused at your feeble attempt to bait him. “Why would I kill you when I can make use of you?”

“Use?”

“Don’t play dumb,” he laughs as you feel the buttons of your uniform start to unclasp—his Evol. “A pretty thing like you has a lot of use for someone like me.”

The only thing you can do is gasp as he finally reaches into your top to grope your bare breast. His thumb flicks against your nipple. This can’t be happening. You knew the colonel was cruel, but plain evil?

“You’re sick—!“ you manage to say before he presses his lips to yours.

It’s your duty as a spy to not succumb to his advances. The tongue against your teeth sends a jolt of excitement down your spine. No—you do your best to turn your head away, but his Evol keeps your head straight. Still, he recognizes your reluctance and stops trying to kiss you. “Playing hard to get?” he asks. “You’ll just have to be broken in, I suppose.”

Broken in? Your head is reeling for ways to escape now. Panic starts to set in. Maybe you can convince him to let you go. “My partner is a powerful man. If he finds out you touched me like that, I’m sure he’ll kill you and your superiors.”

You watch the colonel blink. He pulls his hand out of your shirt. “Oh, yeah?” he asks with genuine curiosity. “What makes him so powerful that he could take out an entire fleet?”

“He’s amazing,” you abruptly find yourself confessing. “Anytime he’s around I feel safe. Like nothing could ever hurt me. His Evol is the most powerful I’ve ever seen, so I never have to worry about anything because I know he’ll take care of it.”

It’s like puppy ears appear atop Caleb’s head. If you squint you’d probably see a tail wagging behind him too. He’s holding back a smile, you can tell. “Hah—what else?” 

“He’s super hot too.”

The colonel isn’t standing in front of you anymore. Clearly. Caleb is kneeling at your feet and has his arms crossed over your knees. His chin is planted on his arm while he stares up at you with a dopey sort of grin. “Super hot?”

“Yup. The hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

You shift a little, noticing his Evol is not holding you in place anymore. Seizing the opportunity, you take off his hat and put it on your own head. 

He lets you. More than lets you, Caleb looks thrilled. “Literally my most favorite person in the whole wide world,” you proclaim before cupping his face with your palms and lightly jostling his head (he loves it when you do that).

Caleb is doing the thing with his eyes when he smiles big. They’ve turned into cute little cursive lines. The tips of his ears are bright red and you can feel the heat of his skin through your hands. If this were any other moment, you’re sure you’d kiss him silly. But that’s not what you’re after. Tonight you choose violence.

After patting his cheek one last time, you suddenly shove him back onto the floor.  

Before he has the chance to grab at your leg, you sprint as fast as you can, past the kitchen and into the hall. Your goal is to head to the bedroom. Hoping to circle around at some point back toward the apartment’s entrance.

Despite your extensive physical training from being a hunter, you can feel your chest tighten from exertion. Maybe it’s due to the excitement of it all. The idea that you’re just prey. Something dangerous is after you. The following calm footsteps that follow close behind are a reminder.

All of a sudden, your legs lock into place, but you don’t fall flat on your stomach. An invisible force is holding you up. You silently laugh at your own stupidity, because—well. It’s just like you said. Your partner is a powerful man.

“Playing dirty,” you hear Caleb call from behind you, pointedly not out of breath. “I didn’t know that was allowed.”

There’s an invisible tug on your entire body. You’re being quickly floated backwards toward Caleb. The only thing you have time to do is gasp.

“W-whoa—!”

He’s never used his Evol on you so roughly. Sure, there were those spats you had as children where he would put you in “time out”. Time out meaning he’d gently levitate you in the air for five minutes until you started to complain. But this is nothing like those times. 

You should be scared. You know you should be. But it’s frighteningly exhilarating to be manhandled. Your body is barely your own right now. Made clear by the way Caleb turns you around to face him with the flick of his hands.

And. Oh. He looks mad. The smile from earlier is gone and has been replaced by something else. Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Were all those things you said a lie just to get me to chase you?”

“I…of course not.”

“You sure?” Caleb asks, a crazed look in his eye you’ve only seen a few times in your life. “Because you never hand out compliments. Usually I have to pry them from you by doing things like this.”

You hear the scraping of a chair. Out of the corner of your eye, you see it being dragged across the room to end up right behind you.

“Sit back down.”

Your body is pulled onto the seat, barely any time to register what’s happening. You instinctively try to jump away, but it’s clear—the colonel is blatantly holding you down with his Evol. The only thing you can do now is wait for him to address you. He has the riding crop back in his hand. If there was any hesitation on his end up till now, it’s gone. It’s gone the minute he pulls it back to swat the side of your thigh.

This time you manage to feel a slight burn.

“God, you really like this, huh?”

You pathetically nod, feeling teary-eyed at how cathartic it is. Your entire life Caleb has been so nice and accommodating to your every whim. Him being a real bully lights a fire inside of your gut. It’s the side of him that’s never been directed at you. 

“Did you think you could actually run from me?”

“It was worth a shot,” you laugh, but your shaky tone betrays you.

He doesn’t share your same enthusiasm. “I think I’ve given you enough lenience.”

The colonel starts to undo his belt, then his coat billows open. He shrugs it off onto the floor. Next comes the necktie—you stifle back any male stripper jokes—but really, it’s quite the show. You expect him to discard everything, but the necktie stays in his hands. He circles behind you to carefully pull the tie over your eyes.

“What are…” you start, going quiet when you feel him knotting the silk on the back of your head.

Like this, your vision is completely gone.

“Is it too tight?” he asks.

Caleb’s considerate voice near your temple makes you shiver.

“No.”

He kisses the tip of your ear before pulling away. “Good.”

Now that you can’t see, you’re reliant on the colonel to tell you which way is up. Which way is down. What you can and can’t feel. All you can sense is that he’s back in front of you, probably staring. “Shit…” you finally hear him whisper. “You look so hot right now. You have no idea.”

The next thing you know, the leather of his gloved hand is on your chin, forcing it up. Every physical sensation is heightened with the blindfold on. Your breath starts to become heavier with anticipation. Excitement tinged by the right amount of fear for what’s to come.

You desperately want to see what he looks like right now too. The urge to touch yourself is almost unbearable. You can’t do anything of the sort though. Not with the colonel still holding you to the chair with his Evol. 

There’s the rustling of more clothes before you feel his hands back on the buttons of your shirt, finishing what he started earlier. It pools around your hips. Your breasts are completely exposed. The chill of the air makes your nipples hard. You feel the colonel’s glove cup your left breast, running a finger over your nipple. He twists it, enough to sting—but you react accordingly, sitting up straighter and breathing just a bit heavier.

“You’re the most chatty prisoner I’ve ever had,” the colonel tells you. “Why don’t we put that mouth to good use?”

There’s only silence as you hold your tongue out. You wonder if he’s just staring—or even walked away. Then there’s shuffling, a zipper being pulled down. “Pfft,” Caleb spits out at your eagerness. “So like, this is the part where you pretend you don’t want it.”

You roll your eyes, but the blindfold hides the exaggerated gesture. This whole roleplay thing kind of went out the window for you a while ago. Though you do admire Caleb’s persistence in keeping it alive. You'd be the first to admit that you’ve grown impatiently cock hungry.

Unfortunately (or, fortunately) Caleb is on the bigger side. Nothing obscene. You’ve always known this in the back of your mind. The amount of times he’s needed to adjust himself around you was clue enough. When you saw him naked and hard for the first time your jaw almost dropped. Subtle veins that lead down. The pricking of hair just about to come in. You’re sure the only reason he shaves is because he thinks you prefer him that way. You don’t know how to tell him that you want every part of him. How to tell him you crave everything about his raw, virile masculinity. 

All that to say—you can’t fit all of him in your mouth. No matter how hard you try. Your gag reflex constantly reminds you of the impossibility. He’s careful with you because of this. Tapping the head of his cock on the flat of your tongue to let you know it’s there. You close your lips around it and he takes that as a cue to inch further in. 

It’s awkward bobbing your head without being able to see, especially so without being able to use your hands to hold him. It’s all up to Caleb to use his discretion on how far you can go. 

You didn’t think giving him a blowjob while blindfolded would turn you on this much. Maybe it’s the way he’s making you take him into your mouth by force. Like there’s no choice in it. You can feel how wet you’ve already gotten. It should be embarrassing, shameful at how much you’re enjoying being used.

The salt of his precum coating your tongue makes you salivate even more. You must be close to taking it all in. The taste of him is disappointingly clean though—the only thing you can make out is the fluid that seeps onto your tongue. You should have asked him to skip a shower, or something. He’d refuse.

Unexpectedly, Caleb pushes his cock in further. The weight of him near the back of your throat makes you cough, then gag. All in quick succession. The pained noise makes Caleb pull out of your mouth. You can feel the lines of saliva that connect to him, breaking and coming back to wet your lips. He pets your head as you gasp for air. “Sorry,” he apologizes, sounding just as out of breath as you.

But you don’t want to be done. You’re suddenly overcome with the urge to prove yourself.

“I-I want to use my hands too,” you beg, not even caring about the spittle dripping down your chin. “Please, colonel. I’ll be good.”

The force that had been keeping your arms at your side dissipates. Like Caleb couldn’t resist giving in to your request simply because you asked. He guides your hand to the base of his cock. You still can’t see, but it’s leagues above where you were in terms of being in control.

This helps since there’s no way you could fit him all the way in your mouth without gagging more. You guide him in again with more vigor than before. Your hand is left to pump what you can’t lick at. You desperately want to prove your use. You’re useful. You’re good at sucking him off.

“Fuck—” you hear Caleb groan as he pushes your head and hands away. “Give me a sec.”

You make a show of holding your tongue out to him. A part of you wanting his cock back in your mouth. You’re a bit surprised when you feel his thumb (at some point, those gloves must have come off) drag across it before he puts two fingers flat on your tongue. You gently close your lips and suck on them as if it were his dick, tasting remnants of leather. It’s better than nothing. “If you keep doing that , I’ll come,” he takes his fingers back and his hand is at your chin again, tilting it towards him so he can get a better look at your debauched self.

“Let’s just get to the good part, okay?”

You’re about to ask him what he means, but before you can you feel the blindfold slip off you. The brightness of the light makes you squint. Caleb grabs you by your arm and tugs you over to the couch. Whatever fight you had in you is gone the minute he bends you over the armrest. 

There’s no preamble when he forces your pants down your thighs. You kick them off for him—but that’s as available as you are in terms of movement.

He uses his Evol to shift your feet further apart, making a place for himself between your legs. You feel his hardness press into your skin. He starts to grind against you in subtle motions. But that falls to the back of your mine when one of his hands comes between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit.

“I want to tell you something that I might regret,” Caleb says, piquing your interest through the haze of arousal. “Remember the day after you graduated high school?”

It feels so nice finally being touched down there that you almost don’t register his question. You squirm, but his fingers keep following wherever you try to shift. “The day…we sat around and did nothing that day,” you manage to recall.

“Yeah—almost nothing. We played board games.”

Vaguely, you have a recollection of it. Caleb beat you in everything you played that night and then proceeded to tell you this is what the real world is like. You almost cried until he let you win the final round of Mahjong. He stops rubbing your clit and slips a finger inside your cunt, immediately to the knuckle with ease. Your eyes go half-lidded. “Oh, uh huh.”

“You got so mad you accidentally flung a tile piece over your shoulder.”

“And into the couch cushion,” you say as Caleb adds another finger to rub slow and pleasant hither motions inside of you.

“When you bent over to go looking for it, I wanted to fuck you so bad that I had to take a ten minute cold shower right after we finished the game. You have no idea how good it feels to be able to live out that fantasy now.”

You would’ve let him. All those years ago if he had undone the button of your jeans and whispered in your ear like he’s doing now, you would’ve. Living with a guy as hot as Caleb did a number on you. The amount of times you’d sneak glances at his crotch whenever he wore sweatpants or those loose basketball shorts should have had you sent to an asylum. The nights spent masturbating to the fantasy of him finally coming onto you have been seared into your brain.

His fingers stop playing with you. Pull out. A noise of protest rises out of the back of your throat, desperate to be filled again. 

You’re ready to beg for it—it being anything—at this point, but it seems you won’t have to. His hips press right against your ass, and with this his cock completely sits within you. Such delicious pressure. You’re full of it. Of him. “Ah-h,” a moan slips out past your lips as he lets your body accommodate.

Usually Caleb eats you out before putting his dick anywhere near you, so this is new. The least romantic he’s ever been. The way he drags himself out slowly only to press all the way back in has you whining. He does this a few times, and the incessant stretch of his length alongside loud squelching sounds makes your chest burn.

Even now you can tell he’s holding himself back. 

“Please. Mmmn.”

“Please, what?”

“Y’know…”

“Nooo, I really don’t,” he says with that stupid sing-song tone of his. “Bold of you to assume I’d let a prisoner that tried to run make demands of me.”

“Oh, we’re still doing that,” you sigh out, more of an observation than anything.

That’s when you feel his hand grab the back of your scalp, squishing the side of your head into the couch cushion. You let out a muffled gasp, utterly surprised. You didn’t think Caleb had it in him. Up until now he’s proven to be too much of a sap to fuck you in any position where he can’t see your face at every angle. “Surprised?” he asks, a mind-reader. “You know I’d do anything to make my baby happy.”

Including this—is what he leaves off.

Your heart pounds against your chest as Caleb finally starts fucking you in earnest. A familiar force is holding your head down. The strength of his consuming desire to please you bends the very nature of physics. His hands are far too preoccupied with digging into your hips. Pulling you back onto his cock as he sets a quick pace. You gasp out little moans with each thrust, your nails digging into the fabric of the couch. 

Deep in your gut is a furnace. Fiery hot. You feel it all over again and again, every time Caleb’s skin collides against yours. He’s being rough, but it’s not a roughness born from frustration or anything like that. All sensations come from wanting.

A handful of seconds pass of Caleb fucking you close and deep. His cock barely leaves, instead he settles on firmly rolling his hips against you. The deep pressure inside doesn’t let up. Maybe you’re shaking, maybe not. He doesn’t leave, like he’s staving off his own orgasm, so you’re just left to take it like a toy.

You feel his hands spread your asscheeks without any sort of warning. It’s so unexpected that you let out a weird sort of, “Uhm…?”

You’ve never been put on display like this in front of him. It’s beyond embarrassing. He can see everything, especially under the light of the living room. You whimper, try to reach and cover yourself but his Evol is still very much in control of any movement.

A thumb presses right against your asshole. Your eyes go wide. This time you let out a genuine gasp of pure shock. “Caleb, wait—don’t…not there...”

“I won’t,” he promises, though his thumb doesn’t leave.

“T-then don’t touch it.”

In spite of your protests, Caleb starts to rub gentle circles over your hole as his cock continues to move in and out of you. “Ah—ahh,” is all you can say in response to being fucked like this. The combined sensations are making you feel all mushy. That is until all of a sudden Caleb pulls his cock completely out. 

…To rub the wet head of his dick right over your asshole. 

“No! No—okay, okay! I’ll be good, please! M’sorry for running earlier!!!”

You say it so quickly that it barely sounds like yourself. Pure desperation in an effort to avoid the pain that would come from that.

“Do you really want me to stop?"

“Uh,” you respond, dumbly.

“Uh?”

“Well, I…” trailing off, your voice grows small and mousey. “I liked when you were rubbing it.”

The minute you say that is the minute you wish you could slap yourself. You don’t even particularly like the thought of anal—you just like Caleb touching you. Anywhere, really. If he asked nicely you might let him fuck your ass. Like, really nicely.

Caleb doesn’t jump on the opportunity to make fun of you. On the contrary, his cock leaves your ass and thrusts right back into your cunt. Harder this time. Any gentleness he had before is gone. He’s fucking you to get off now, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you drooling all over the couch cushion. You aren’t in your mind to care about how debauched you might look.

He spreads your folds as he fucks you, pulling at them with his thumbs so he can get a full view of it all. You try to kick back at him, but it’s no use. Every thrust jostles you forward, bit by bit.

“There’s no point in fighting. When we’re like this, every single part of you belongs to me."

Said through gritted teeth and huffs, Caleb for once sounds scary. You aren’t sure if what he’s doing is part of the roleplay anymore. A second of thinking—yeah, he definitely means it. 

Your clit needs to rub against something, but with the way Caleb has you pinned over the couch’s armrest it’d be impossible to get your hand down there. It’s such sweet torture that you start to cry.

Caleb stops fucking you then. Maybe from the sound of your sobs. It’s unclear. You hope he’s not turned off by it, because personally it’s doing wonders for you. He’s so heavy inside you that you swear you can feel every inch of his cock. You’ve never been this open in your entire life. “I’m being selfish,” he whispers, trying to catch his breath. “I haven’t even asked if you’re enjoying this.”

“N-no,” your response comes out as a hiccup. “I love it.”

“All those years I felt like the biggest creep because of how much I wanted you in this way. I’m no better than any other man.”

Asking him to be mean to you. To hit you. To fuck you senseless until you can’t walk from how satisfied you are. All that despite him being reluctant to do so. Now that’s selfish.

“Caleb,” you try to punctuate your pleading by pushing back against him. “Come inside me.”

He starts moving his hips again. Slower this time in spite of your blatant request. “You’re…when you say things like that, I can’t…”

Whatever thought he had heads off into the abyss, to be forgotten. And whatever you had as a response goes with it as soon as your body is tugged off the couch. Like this, you’re standing back to chest again, with Caleb still inside you. You get the sense that he’s having to bend his knees to accommodate your height difference. Either that or his Evol is holding you up. You’re a little too fucked out to think about it.

“Do you hear that?” Caleb pauses only to sloppily kiss at your ear. “You’ve gotten so wet for me.”

He’s right. The sounds of him entering you are downright pornographic. Whatever visual you’re giving him down there must be good. This is exactly what you wanted. What you asked of him. The reality of it is even better than you had imagined.

The new angle has his cock sitting inside in just the right spot. It makes your eyelids flutter. He starts to fuck up into your sex. Impossibly, it feels like he’s able to get deeper than before. Maybe you're imagining it. Wishing for him to be deeper. Caleb starts using his other hand to rub your soaked clit in tight circles, and by then you’re practically on a different planet.

And—okay, well! You didn’t really think about the logistics of it, but maybe Caleb is too strong. He might actually be messing your insides up right now with how hard he’s fucking you. It’s pushing involuntary gasps out of you every time he thrusts back in. Your brain feels turned off. Your attention only on his dick. The way his cock is slamming its way inside your body is beyond cathartic. 

The only thing that actually hurts is the way his hips slap against your ass. Your pussy is sopping and incredibly accepting of him all the while. It’s like your body knows that he’s meant to be inside you. You’d sooner kill Caleb before you ask him to stop.

This is what you’ve been missing. Still…

In a feeble manner, you guide his hand to your throat. He doesn’t use any meaningful pressure, only rests his palm over your skin. Enough to feel it. Let’s you put it there to live the fantasy. It’s enough though. He would never choke you. Nothing you could say would ever convince him to go that far—you’re sure of it. But he could. He could. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the thought. You love how he’s able to make you feel. You just love him.

Abruptly, a particular sensation flits across your pussy. It actually feels like you’re about to piss yourself. The combined sensations are so strong your leg kicks a bit in protest. “Cah—“ you moan out as a warning, was supposed to be his name, probably. “N-nuh no! It’s too much—uhhhn.”

You aren’t able to pry him off you with his Evol wrapping around your body. Your stomach finally tenses up. You make more senseless noises until there’s a sudden release of fluid that rushes out of you. 

It happens so fast that you almost don’t realize what you’re doing. But when you look down you see the splattering of fluid, the intense release of pressure from your pussy. All while Caleb keeps fucking you through it. You try to scramble away from him on instinct, but he holds you in place while his cock keeps massaging that perfect spot inside of you.

“Shh,” you distantly hear Caleb whisper against your ear, heavy in breath, exertion. “Let go. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You whine like an animal when a little more fluid spurts out of you. Then that’s it. Distantly, you feel Caleb pull out after a few moments of stillness. Pussy so thoroughly run through that you shiver.

Your body feels like jelly. The only thing keeping you standing are Caleb’s arms that hold you by your abdomen. He’s kissing your temple, the side of your face and mouth, all over whispering to you about how good you did, and how cute that was—to which you reply with something akin to a grunt.

There’s a ringing in your ears as you start to feel aftershocks of pleasure. You’re suddenly choked up. Your toes curl. There are tears running down your eyes.

Then he’s laughing. You squirted all over the side of his couch and floor and he’s laughing. You weakly swat at Caleb's hand. Your bottom lip quivers. “I didn’t mean to,” a deep breath as you try to find your bearings. “Do that.”

“I know,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You feel something warm drip down your leg. “You came,” you mutter, more as a direct observation to the squelching sound of cum being pushed out of your pussy.

Your orgasm was so all consuming you hadn’t even noticed that Caleb came inside of you. Usually you’d be scrambling for a towel, but there’d be no point in that considering the mess you’ve already made. You bury your face in your hands. Your legs are still wobbly. There’s no end to the embarrassment. “Hey, hey—look at me,” Caleb says in response to your shyness, grabbing at your hands so that he can see you. “It felt good, right?” and you nod. “Then that’s all that matters.”

He proceeds to squeeze you in one last tight hug and you let out a gasp of air from the pure strength of it. “Ow.”

Finally managing to wiggle your way out of his grasp, you collapse supine on the couch’s cushions. Exhausted, but satisfied. You squint up at Caleb. The front part of his pants are horribly damp. From you, definitely. He tucks himself in, perhaps to savor whatever dignity you both have left.

“Mmmn…” you stretch out your arms, reaching for him with a frown. “Okay, colonel. You win. Now you need to carry me to my prison cell.”

Caleb gets on his knees in front of the couch, in between your legs as he holds you by your waist. You watch with interest as he leans down to kiss the spot between your breasts. It’s so tender that it makes you forget what you were supposed to say.

He’s looking at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. You’ve never felt so adored. Taken care of. It doesn’t help that Caleb keeps running his hands all over you. Caressing your waist, chest, then back down again to your pussy because he can never get enough.

You’re still sensitive, but out of genuine curiosity you let him play with you some more. It shouldn’t be a surprise when he gathers up the cum that is running down your inner thigh with his fingers and pushes it back into your hole. The sensation of being filled again sends shivers down your spine. You paw at his wrist in a faux protest. “Caleb…”

He leans in and licks a long, firm stripe up your slit. His own cum and your fluids mix onto his tongue, a cacophony of wet sounds that make you want to plug your ears. You can’t even look anymore, shutting your eyes as he spreads your folds to lap at your entrance easier. His tongue dips inside you then drags his cum to your clit. He circles the nub gently. Gives it open mouth kisses. 

All the heat in your body from earlier that was dying comes roaring back. You grab at his hair when your hips involuntarily buck up toward his mouth. He smiles against you, still alternating between licking and sucking at your clit. It only takes a minute until you feel another orgasm coming. 

That’s when he brings two fingers to your hole. They practically slip in from how open you already are, pushing straight into you. It’s such a contrast from how Caleb had been eating you so softly. You gasp out.

“Nn—no, just your mouth.”

“Sorry,” Caleb apologizes before his fingers retreat, noticeably not sounding sorry at all. “If I could just fuck you all day, I would.”

After the two of you haphazardly throw towels over the mess you made in the living room, Caleb stays true to his word and fucks you in the shower. 

It’s much more careful than your first round in consideration to the fact you’re tender from him jackhammering you earlier. He promises to only fuck you with half of his cock—and he does. It’s gentle, slow and deep enough that you manage to orgasm again with his fingers on your clit.

The fact that Caleb has the restraint to not bury his entire dick inside you like a rabid animal is something you didn’t know would turn you on that much.

After you finally find it in yourselves to clean each other’s bodies, Caleb dries your hair in bed just like he always does. He badgers you into allowing him to tend to your “wounds” (his hands gripping your hips left bigger bruises than anything else) even though you promise they don’t hurt at all. It’s only after this you realize how exhausted you are, almost lulling yourself to sleep.

You rescind yourself to laying down completely. Fighting the droop of your eyes. Totally spent. 

“I feel like I was too mean,” Caleb suddenly says to the ceiling. 

“What?” you perk up. “I actually thought you were a little too nice.”

He looks entirely unconvinced. “You sure?”

“More than sure,” you grin at him before laying yourself on his chest.

His fingers run through your hair. It’s rather soothing. It feels like you could pass out at any moment. “Did you mean those things you said about me?” he asks, and it comes off terribly insecure. “That I’m your most favorite person in the world?”

After everything you two did, is this what he’s focused on? It’s a contrast you aren’t prepared for. “Oh my god. Caleb,” you practically start laughing. “You’re ridiculous. Of course I meant it. I wouldn’t be going out of my way to come to Skyhaven if I didn’t.”

“Tell me again.”

“Huh?”

“Everything you told me before, I want to hear it again.”

You thought that after all is said and done you’d have to spend the night with Caleb comforting you. Holding your bruised body in your arms as he kissed the pain away. It ends up being quite the opposite. You’ve never felt this amazing while Caleb is the one suddenly insecure. “You’re a dork,” you chide as you pat him on the chest. “Fine. Caleb, you’re soooo strong and cool and awesome.”

“And?”

“And hot?”

“And…?”

“My most favorite person in the world.”

He’s looking down at you expectedly.

“Okay, now you’re just being greedy.”

You nearly choke when he pulls you in further and shoves your face into the side of his neck. He’s always so warm and comfortable. Your arms wrap around him in return. “I can’t help it,” he admits. “When you agreed to be with me, this is what you were agreeing to.”

He isn’t wrong about that. You’re aware of how deeply obsessed Caleb is when it comes to you. When you demanded he start calling you his girlfriend you’re pretty sure his heart stopped. It was as serious as a marriage proposal to him. He was shy for all of five minutes. You couldn’t pry him off of you for two days straight after the fact. 

It makes you wonder if he knows just how obsessed you are with him. You definitely aren’t as vocal about it, considering how embarrassed you get. No need to pet his ego, a disfigured soul which yearns for validation straight from the source. Surely, he knows by now. Your combined influence over each other is marked by years of teasing. You aren’t used to being upfront.

“Sooo, will I get to see the colonel in the bedroom again anytime soon?”

A spark of jealousy flashes in Caleb’s eyes. He frowns. His hug gets tighter. “Do you like that guy more than me?”

“Caleb,” you deadpan. “He is you.”