Chapter 13 Caleb
CALEB
She knows… How long has she known?
“Fucking idiot,” I hiss at myself. I had to dirty her up, didn’t I? Couldn’t just leave her alone, protect her like I was hired to do.
I pace the living room, naked, my half-hard dick bobbing with each step I take.
There’s no way she’s not going to remember this tomorrow. Her eyes were wide open, they weren’t even a bit hazy. She didn’t even…
I march back into her bedroom. Basia is lying where I left her, still naked from the waist down, chewing on a fingernail. When she spots me, her mouth falls open.
“You didn’t drink your tea,” I accuse.
She shakes her head mutely.
“Why not?”
Basia opens and closes her mouth before finally speaking. “I suspected, but I wanted proof.”
I run a hand down my face, my calluses catching on the stubble there.
“Proof of what?” I ask hollowly.
“Well… that I didn’t dream what happened last night. I thought something was in the tea, so… I watered my Peace Lilly with it.”
My eyes cut to the potted plant, then back at her.
“You didn’t stop me,” I whisper, looking anywhere but at her exposed, glistening cunt.
“I didn’t want you to stop,” she replies, sparking my temper again.
“Well, you should have.” I start pacing her room now. “I don’t fucking deserve to touch you.”
Basia clicks her tongue. “Will you sit down. Please?” My eyes cut to hers, and I see her eyeing my rod. It twitches under her heated gaze, and her blush deepens. “I can’t talk to you while that’s—” she waves a hand at my groin, “—pointing at me like that.”
“That?” I mock. “You can’t even say dick?”
Basia bristles. “Oh, get off your high horse. I’m no delicate virgin.”
My hands clench at my sides at the thought of other men touching what’s mine.
“Stop acting like you’re defiling me,” she continues. “You’re just as bad as all the politically connected sons of powerful men my dad paraded in front of me before I got away.”
I round on her, straddling her legs and pressing her hands against the headboard before she can do more than gasp.
“I’m nothing like those rich, pretty boys, Basia. I’m a killer,” I hiss in her face. “I touched you with hands covered in gore.”
Basia looks at me like she’s searching for something. Then she shocks me by surging forward and kissing me. My teeth are still bared when her lips connect with my mouth, and for just a second, I’m so surprised that I kiss her back. But then reality invades, and I pull back.
“What are you doing?” I ask tonelessly.
Basia narrows her beautiful blue-gray eyes. “Are you saying I’m so shit at kissing you can’t tell that’s what that was?”
It’s my turn to glare at her. “You’re really fucking bratty for someone whose hands are restrained.”
“Maybe I like having my hands restrained,” she throws back.
I study her for a minute, the stubborn set of her mouth, her dilated pupils, the heavy, panting breaths making her nostrils flare. For the second time that night, I think to myself: fuck it.
I get off her and head to where I left my jeans before showering.
“Caleb, wait!” Basia whines. “Stop being a drama queen.”
“You’ll regret saying that,” I say over my shoulder as I pull my leather belt from the loops.
“What are you going to do?” she grumbles to herself. “Spank me?”
I enter her bedroom with the length of leather between my hands.
The way her eyes bug out is comical, but how she always entertains me doesn’t blunt the sharp edge of arousal.
The need to dominate her, control that sharp tongue of hers, preferably with my cock, is stronger than anything else right now.
“Turn around, kneel on the bed, clasp your hands behind your back,” I order with terse commands.
Basia blinks at me, then giggles nervously. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She rolls her lips together, then tilts her head. I can tell she’s about to dig herself into a deeper hole by the glint in her eyes.
“Do you need your women asleep or restrained or something?” she asks, proving me right.
“Woman,” I correct. “There’s only one woman I want. Either obey, or this ends now. Up to you. Do you want this, Basia?”
“Yes,” she answers instantly.
I grin at her. “Yes, what?”
I see her throat bob as she swallows. “Yes… Sir?”
Something inside me unravels, and I breathe deeper than I have in years.
“That’s my good girl. Hurry up now.”
As she starts moving, I add one more command: “Take your top off too.”
This is the first time I see her completely naked, so I click the bedside light on, not wanting to miss a single detail.
She’s absolutely stunning: fair skin with a golden undertone, breasts that are more than a handful, a narrow waist curving into wide hips, and long, firm legs that were made to wrap around me.
My cock is fully hard again, standing at attention and leaking against my stomach.
“Turn around,” I whisper, eager to see her restrained.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, a mix of slyness and shyness that makes my balls jump.
Her back is a smooth expanse that’s just begging for a flogger. Something on the tame side for my girl: a velvet cat o’ nine tails, perhaps. Intimidating enough to unsettle her, firm enough to redden her skin, but nothing that would cause longer-lasting damage.
Basia clasps her hands behind her back like she’s done this before. The thought makes me irrationally mad.
“Did you—”
“No,” she quickly interrupts, lowering her head so her hair covers her cheeks. “I just like… There are these old book series about… about BDSM clubs.”
I have to bite my tongue so I don’t laugh with relief. This is the best-case scenario. She won’t be shocked by the things that turn me on—hell, she might even like them as much as I do—but I get to be the one introducing them to her. The only one she plays with like this.
My jaw cracks as I clench my teeth together. I need to stop thinking thoughts that enrage me.
I distract myself by running the belt against her skin, enjoying the goosebumps the touch brings forward. Then I kneel behind her and loop the leather around her arms and wrists, making sure she can’t move or undo it.
“Is anything uncomfortable?” I ask quietly as I tug on the belt.
Basia squirms like she’s trying to get loose, but the restraints stay in place.
“No,” she breathes. “It’s… fine. Sir.”
“Good,” I say softly, then press my hard cock against her side. “Then we can begin.”