Seduced in the Dark (39 page)

Mine!

He spared a glance toward Livvie and saw she
was embarrassed. Meeting her eyes, Caleb placed his fingers near
his mouth and licked her virgin blood off of them. Livvie’s face
went from embarrassment to horror.

Caleb didn’t care. “There. Now you’re part
of me, forever. You’re mine, Livvie. I hope you understand.”

Livvie swallowed audibly, her eyes flicking
from Caleb’s to his fingers and back. “I’m yours,” she said, but
then added, “only yours. And you’re mine, only mine.”

Caleb could only smile. He couldn’t have
said it better himself.

“Ready?”

She ran her hand down his face, “Yes.”

Caleb reached down and grabbed his dick. If
he’d ever been this hard, he didn’t remember it. He was glad this
was Livvie’s first time, because he wasn’t going to last very long
and perhaps it would keep her from getting too sore. He rubbed the
head of his cock through her wetness, deliberately sliding it over
her clit every once in a while.

“Caleb, stop it. Just do it already,” she
moaned. She was trying to get onto his cock herself, but Caleb kept
moving his hips back.

He laughed. “Greedy little pussy, you
have.”

“Mmm,” she moaned, “All the better to make
you come.”

Caleb almost lost it. He’d never imagined
Livvie to have such a dirty mouth. He liked it. “Well, we’ll see,
won’t we?” He pushed into her pussy. He didn’t thrust himself
inside, but he wasn’t too slow. He wanted her to get to the part
where the pain was a memory and she could appreciate the pleasure
he wanted to give her.

“Oh, god!” she shouted. Her legs wrapped
around him in an attempt to hold him still, but Caleb simply lifted
her weight and rocked. With her arms and legs wrapped around him,
she hung like a pendulum and her momentum forced Caleb deeper.

“Please,” Caleb whispered in Arabic, “I want
to be all the way inside you.”

“What?” Livvie said through gritted
teeth.

“I said your pussy is amazing!” And damn it,
it was! Caleb sat back on his heels and wrapped his arms around
Livvie. He pushed in the last few inches, grunting loudly when he
felt Livvie’s ass on his balls.

He waited. Livvie held him tightly, leaving
kisses on his face, mouth, and neck. She sighed when her muscles
finally relaxed and Caleb settled into her.

“I love you,” she repeated. “I love you, so
fucking much.”

Buried inside of Livvie, Caleb experienced
nirvana. If ever there were a time to repeat Livvie’s words, he
knew it should be now. He couldn’t. He hoped in time, he could. All
he could do was caress her, kiss her, and slide in and out of her
in the hopes she could feel everything he wanted to express.

“You’re mine,” he said.

“Yours,” she repeated.

Livvie was too tight, too wet, and too
fucking incredible inside for Caleb to hold back. He held Livvie in
his arms and rocked his hips under, sealing himself against her wet
flesh and he started to fuck. Up and down he bounced Livvie on his
dick. He wanted to yell out every time he went balls deep, but he
settled for whispering filth to her in a language she didn’t
understand.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, god,” was all Livvie seemed
capable of getting out.

Caleb felt heat at the base of his spine and
he knew it would be spreading. He was going to come any second and
as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t come inside Livvie. He
laid her down on the bed, fighting her arms as she clutched at his
shoulders and back.

“Arms over your head, right now,” he
ordered.

“Yes, Caleb,” Livvie moaned.

Livvie’s enthusiastic obedience was enough
to push Caleb over the edge. He sucked Livvie’s nipple into his
mouth and sucked hard, forcing her to cry out and he pulled his
cock out of her and came against her thigh.

Once he was done panting, Caleb held
Livvie’s trembling body in his arms. He’d never felt happiness like
he felt it then, but Livvie was crying. “Are you hurt?” Caleb
whispered. He was mortified to think he’d taken more pleasure than
he gave.

Livvie reached up, touched his face and
smiled. “I’m okay,” she said sheepishly.

Caleb wiped at her tears. “Then why are you
crying?”

“I don’t know,” Livvie said. Her shaking
hands stroked Caleb’s hair away from his forehead. He closed his
eyes, enjoying the proprietary way she touched him. “I think I’m
just happy,” she whispered.

Caleb let out a short laugh, “Strange
response to happiness, but okay.” He leaned down and licked at one
of the salty tears trailing toward Livvie’s ear. He smiled when he
felt her try to wriggle out from under him.

“What are you doing?” She said and
laughed.

“I was curious,” he whispered.

“About what?”

Caleb looked down at Livvie in wonder. He
had done so many terrible things to her, things he could never take
back. And still, she loved him. Of all the tears he’d made her
shed, these were his favorite. “If happy tears taste the same as
the sad ones,” he said.

A rush of tears rolled down her face, but
her smile widened. “And?” she croaked.

“I think they’re sweeter,” Caleb whispered.
He kissed her lips and discovered what real sweetness was, “but it
could just be your face.”

Caleb knew he could never undo what he’d
just done and he was glad.

Chapter Twenty

Once upon a time, Caleb held me captive in
the dark, now he used it to seduce me. His fingertips traced
patterns on my skin, while his lips found their way down my spine,
leaving goose bumps in their wake. I sighed and arched beneath him,
begging him.

“You’re spoiled,” he whispered at the base
of my spine.

“I’ve earned it,” I sighed into the bed. One
of his large hands palmed my ass cheek and I found myself lifting
my hips. I never wanted to leave Caleb’s bed again. I could be
content to live out my life being touched, kissed, and made love to
by him.

He swatted my behind playfully, “Careful,
Kitten, if you put your ass in my face again, you’re going to learn
what a pervert I really am.”

I stilled for a moment, not sure I wanted to
play this game, but then I felt Caleb’s teeth nibbling at the curve
of my bottom and thought fled. Slowly, he sucked my flesh into his
mouth and bit me gently. It was the perfect blend of pleasure and
pain. His tongue laved each spot before he moved on to the next.
Small gasps escaped my mouth with each bite.

“Like that, Pet?” he whispered. He blew
gently across my damp skin and I moaned.

“Yes, Caleb,” I sighed. He had called me by
my name earlier and while it melted my heart to know Caleb saw me
as a person and not a thing, I was just as happy to be his Kitten.
For better or worse, Caleb had instilled his tastes in me.

I liked knowing the only thing I had to do
to make Caleb happy was exactly as I was told. There was no wrong
way to touch him. He took charge and knew what to do. In all the
humiliations he had put me through, the one thing he had never done
was make me feel bad about my body or my inexperience.

Caleb shifted, and his hands positioned me
to suit him. His cock rested against my left leg, while my right
was moved up on the bed. I blushed, knowing how exposed I was from
behind, but I didn’t stop him from exploring. If Caleb wanted
something, he was sure to get it one way or another. I chose the
path of least resistance and greatest pleasure.

I gasped when his finger stroked the seam of
my pussy. I was sore inside, but his soft, skillful touches on my
clit were magic. They always had been. As his finger circled my
clit, my hips found their own rhythm, sometimes chasing Caleb’s
touch, others trying to pull away from the intensity. I didn’t want
the frenzy of orgasm, content to languish in the lazy pleasure
Caleb cultivated so easily. Caleb resumed his love bites and I
could do little more than writhe and moan.

“Tell me again whom you belong to,” he
whispered.

I moaned, loudly and unabashed. “To you,
Caleb. I belong to you,” I sighed.

“Mmm,” he groaned and bit me again. I
gasped, but didn’t pull away from his mouth. “I wish you weren’t
sore. I’m dying to get inside you again.”

My stomach flipped, and I sounded breathless
when I replied, “I want you, too.” Instinctively, I raised my hips
toward his face. Caleb’s arm wrapped around my right hip, holding
me in place as his tongue delved into the last place I was ever
expecting.

“Caleb!” I screamed and tried to get away
from his mouth. I moved like a cat trying to escape water, but
Caleb had me where he wanted. The feeling of his tongue sweeping
across the bud of my sphincter was an alien and shocking
sensation.

“Stop moving,” he commanded.

I opened my mouth to protest when his tongue
pushed at the entrance to my hole and sound escaped me entirely. I
froze out of pure instinct, letting Caleb fuck this secret part of
me with his mouth. My muscles ached under the strain of staying so
still. After a while though, I relaxed into Caleb’s touch.

He rewarded me by loosening his hold on my
hip and returning his fingers to my neglected pussy. At the first
touch of his fingers rubbing my clit, I came. It was too much to
resist when Caleb’s domination of me was so thorough. Just the
thought of him having me pinned face down with his tongue in my
ass, and his fingers stroking my clit, was enough to push me over
the edge a second time. I dropped like a rag doll onto the bed.

Caleb rolled me onto my back with a sense of
urgency, and scurried to the top of the bed. He lifted my head onto
his knee. I opened my mouth to his cock and swallowed everything he
had deigned to give me. Caleb had taken my virginity gently, but
this was the version of him I knew I could expect moving forward. I
licked and sucked his glorious cock until he told me to stop and he
gathered me into his arms. It was the first night, in close to four
months, I felt safe, sated, and loved. I slept like the dead.

Rafiq had been delayed by some unforeseen
event and Caleb wouldn’t tell me what it might be. For two days,
and two nights, it had been glorious. We had two entire days of
being ourselves, of being free of obligations and thoughts of
revenge. Two days of making love every night in Caleb’s bed.

Caleb was still a kinky bastard and I was
glad to know his taste for imaginative torments had not abated. The
specter of my virginity long gone, Caleb felt free to indulge. He
liked to make me beg. Over his knee, with my ass in the air, he’d
slide his fingers into me and make me beg to come. I would have
done it gladly, but the catch involved letting him spank me until I
came. In the end, I could never resist and the begging became as
real as my orgasms – and the sting of his palm. Afterward, he’d
fling me onto the bed and fuck me into another orgasm before he
came. We split most of our time between the bed and the shower.

The third morning, Celia came into the room
to open the curtains, a suspicious but playful smirk alight in her
features. I hadn’t spoken to her since the night of Felipe’s party
and when I tried, both she and Caleb seemed opposed to the
idea.

“She belongs to Felipe and for all we know
she’s here to spy on us. She isn’t your friend and neither of us
can afford to trust her,” Caleb ranted after Celia left.

“She doesn’t even want to talk to me. If she
was a spy, wouldn’t she be trying to – I don’t know – pump me for
information?” I said.

“Don’t be so naïve, Kitten. Your face alone
gives away everything between us. You can’t hide a thing because
your emotions are written all over your face for anyone interested
to read,” he said angrily.

I couldn’t help but smile, I was happy. I
didn’t want to have to hide it. I knew the situation remained
dangerous. “What do you expect me to do, Caleb, just ignore her?
She’s seen me spread-eagled!”

“I expect obedience, I expect loyalty.”

Caleb was apparently less inclined to smile
and I knew it had to do with Rafiq. Caleb continued to struggle
with what he called a betrayal. I understood now why the situation
was so difficult for him, but my need to survive, my need for both
of us to escape, was far more important to me than Caleb’s need to
make things right between him and Rafiq.

“I’m loyal, Caleb. I can’t make any promises
as to the rest. You’ve said it yourself, Rafiq is dangerous. He’ll
kill anyone standing in his way – that’s us. It’s us, or him, at
this point, Caleb. It’s you who needs to decide where your
loyalties lie.”

Caleb glared at me for several seconds
before his expression softened. He sighed heavily and nodded, “I
have to get you out of here, Kitten. I promised to keep you safe
and I will, but, I’ve already told you…I can’t betray Rafiq any
more than I already have. I have to talk to him, convince him
there’s another way. Then I can come for you.”

I scrambled toward him and wrapped my arms
around his neck, “I can’t leave without you, Caleb. What if you
never come back? I’ll be out there on my own and anything could
happen. What if…what if he kills you? How will I live with myself?”
Tears ran down my face as I struggled to find the words to convince
him to leave with me and forget about his debt to Rafiq.

“I’m capable of taking care of myself,
Kitten. No matter what, I can’t leave this unfinished. If we run,
he’ll never stop looking for us. What then? I have no plans to live
my life in hiding. I have to finish things one way or the other,”
Caleb said. He stroked my hair and tried to be reassuring, but his
words left me cold and numb.

“I won’t go,” I whispered.

“Felipe is having another party tomorrow.
There will be lots of people and I’m hoping, plenty of
distractions. You’re leaving, Pet. It’s the only way I can keep you
safe.” Caleb hugged me so tightly I didn’t have breath to cry.