Chapter 12 Basia
BASIA
Ihave one eye on the movie we’re watching, the other on Caleb.
The large mug of tea he brought me warms my hands, but I’ve only pretended to take sips.
I’m waiting for him to turn his back so I can give a poor houseplant the best sleep she’s had since before Caleb came into my life and started watering them regularly.
Before that, they probably hibernated a lot.
Caleb glances at me. “Is the tea good?” he asks casually.
I try to control my trembling hands as I smile at him. It’s not that I’m scared of what’s going to happen, though maybe a normal girl would be. No, I’m excited, anxious to see if it’s real or if I imagined it, and worried I won’t be able to pretend I’m asleep if he does come.
All day, I kept trying to bring back the fragmented pieces of memory, sorting out what could have been real and what was definitely a dream.
Which meant thinking about sex and Caleb, and Caleb and sex.
On a mental loop for hours. I even had to take my panties off in the toilets during lunch break because they were soaked and uncomfortable.
I admire the hard line of his jaw from under my lashes while pretending to be engrossed in the cheesy alien movie on the screen. This late in the day, his stubble is out in full force, covering his cheeks and chin, and making me desperate to remember if I felt it between my legs at night.
There’s one question that I keep circling back to, one that only he can answer. What makes a man as ridiculously handsome as he is resort to anonymous nightly visits? Why not just tell me he wants me? I’m pretty sure he knows how I feel about him after all.
“You’re staring,” he says without looking my way.
Oh shit! I went from being surreptitious to downright a creeper, fully turned in his direction and lost in the Caleb Ward trance.
“Just, ah, admiring your frown lines,” I say. Caleb frowns. “Um… I’m going to get ready for bed.”
I get up, careful not to spill any of the probably spiked tea. Caleb looks at his massive military-looking smartwatch.
“It’s early,” he states with a raised eyebrow.
Damn it, he’s suspicious. Way to act normal, Bas.
“I’m just going to shower and read in bed until I fall asleep,” I say with a smile I hope isn’t strained.
Caleb nods slowly, then turns back to the TV, though I see him clench and unclench his fist.
“Good night,” I say cheerfully.
But like hell will I fall asleep when I’m this anxious about his possible visit.
∞∞∞
I fell asleep.
After showering and getting rid of most of the tea, I tried to pretend I was sleeping until, at some point, I stopped pretending and started actually sleeping. But now I have a massive man undressing me, slowly lowering my pajama pants and panties at the same time, baring me to his gaze.
I only just manage to stop myself from gasping when I open my eyes just a sliver and see what he has covering his face. It looks like a gas mask, something like what the police would wear during riots.
Once he has my bottom half naked, he looks between my legs and takes in a long, shuddering breath that sounds disturbing through the filters of his mask.
I’m not disturbed, though. No one has ever looked at me the way Caleb is looking at me right now…
Like I’m his last meal, and once he has me, he can die a happy man.
Caleb pulls his T-shirt off in that unassumingly sexy way men have, still oblivious that my eyes aren’t all the way closed.
I made sure to turn the light on my nightstand off tonight, giving me at least a little cover.
I need to be careful, though—this is a highly trained man.
Something tells me I’m going to need to decide whether to confront him tonight soon.
Sweet baby Jesus, look at those granite muscles. I want to bite his pec just to see if my jaw would hurt after.
“Basia,” he whispers, the word both reverent and creepy, thanks to the contraption over his mouth. He runs a callused hand up the inner side of my leg, and I can’t stop the whole-body shudder. He pauses for just a second, then continues moving up until his face is close to the apex of my thighs.
“You have no idea how much I want you, darling.”
Oh, I have a pretty good idea. Enough to commit crimes, at least. Enough to risk me freaking out and having you arrested. Or worse.
But damn it all to hell and back. He has me melting into a puddle of aroused goo.
Caleb pulls down the gas mask, eyes still locked on my pussy like they’re glued there. If they weren’t, if he looked up… Would he see I’m not asleep?
“You’re so pretty here,” he breathes, now sounding more human. He extends a shaky finger and runs between my labia, over my already-throbbing clit. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
I whimper despite my rouse and quickly cover it by squirming and turning my head a bit to the side.
His finger pauses at my entrance for a whole minute before it disappears.
I hear smacking sounds, and risk fluttering my lashes a bit to see him sucking on it with his eyes closed.
My empty pussy clenches at the visual, and I have to fight tooth and nail not to squeeze my thighs together, looking for relief.
Caleb doesn’t waste time getting the digit nice and wet, and soon it’s gently probing my channel, going deeper with each shallow thrust.
“So tight for me,” he murmurs, his eyes hooded and glued to where he’s fucking me with his finger. “You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? Not letting anyone near my pussy.”
“Caleb,” I whisper breathlessly. I think he’s going to stop again, but he just chuckles, the sound like an aphrodisiac administered directly to my clit.
“Are you dreaming about me again, Basia?” he asks.
I’m glad it’s night, because my face must turn ten shades darker.
What does he mean by again? Do I moan his name in my sleep a lot?
The thought embarrasses me and makes me want to cover my face with my palm, but then I remember that if anyone should be embarrassed, it’s him.
It’s not like I jerked him off in the middle of the night while he slept.
Missed opportunity, my slutty brain supplies. She’s a whore. Though we’ve been celibate for months, and I guess that explains why I’m not screaming for help right now.
Instead, I’m choking his finger and wishing it was… more. Do I actually want him to fuck me while he thinks I’m asleep?
“Fuck,” Caleb hisses as the wet sounds of his finger penetrating me grow louder. “Bet you’d squirt all over my dick.” He punctuates his words with a rough thrust that has me throwing my head back.
I can’t deny that the thought of him taking me while he believes I’m unresponsive makes me wetter than I ever remember being. Does that mean I want to be raped? What kind of sick woman fantasizes about that when she has a very real stalker threatening her?
It’s just Caleb, I rationalize. Only my Caleb.
When his thumb starts stroking my clit in time with his thrusts, I find myself on the precipice of an orgasm so unexpectedly that I gasp in shock.
“Ah, Caleb!” I yelp, for a moment forgetting that I’m supposed to be asleep. Thankfully, he seems to be distracted by the pulsing of my tunnel as I come over his hand.
“There you go. My good girl,” he praises, making my pussy clench again. “Come for me.”
I’m still blissed out when he brings me back to earth with a loud growl.
“I can’t fucking take it anymore,” he says, sounding beastly. “You’re mine, Basia. I’m just taking what’s already mine.”
Is he going to… he is. Through half-closed eyes, I see him rip the mask off completely, then climb up my body. He reaches for something in my nightstand, and I almost open my eyes in surprise when I see him pull out a condom from the drawer.
How did he know it was there? Right next to my hot pink rabbit vibrator…
Why are you thinking about the contents of your nightstand when your bodyguard’s about to…
I can’t even finish the sentence in my mind.
Caleb tears the foil open with his teeth, then pulls his sweatpants down to reveal a cock that’s incredibly proportional with the rest of him. Holy fucking shit.
That condom’s not going to fit, I think to myself a second before he starts rolling it down.
I hear him hiss in frustration, but my eyes are closed now. Am I really not going to stop him?
I have my answer when I let Caleb spread my legs and position his cock at my entrance. I just open my mouth to say something, I’m not sure what, when he pushes in with one brutal thrust that brings tears to my eyes.
“Sorry, darling, sorry,” he whispers into my neck, not moving inside me, just staying deep. “God fucking knows I don’t deserve you, but I need you.”
I lift my hands to slide my fingers into his short hair, caressing down his neck and back.
Caleb freezes completely, then lifts his head to look at me.
“You’re awake?” he asks, sounding dead serious.
I bite my lower lip and nod. In hindsight, I should probably have acted shocked to find him having sex with me.
His face wipes clear of all expression. “The whole time?”
I nod again, my hands trying to find purchase to hold on to his broad shoulders, but he’s velvet wrapped around marble.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling out and jumping back so suddenly I’m left reeling. “Fuck!” he says again, ripping the condom off and storming out of my room.
“What the fuck?” I breathe, blinking after him.
I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be upset in this scenario. Right?