Chapter 10 #3
She sobbed as her pussy started contracting involuntarily around his cock. She kept clumsily massaging herself as pleasure pulsed through her in waves.
“There you go,” Caleb was mumbling, strained and breathless. “That’s my girl. That’s what you needed.”
She was crying for real as she clung to his neck and kept shaking through little aftershocks of pleasure. He finally let go of his control and worked up to his own intense climax, moaning hoarsely as he came.
He didn’t roll off her immediately. He felt and sounded as wiped out as she was, even though their intercourse wasn’t nearly as athletic or extended as normal. He nuzzled the side of her neck. She stroked his messy hair and his strong back.
Until finally he pulled out and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom and wash up. She lay limply, barely processing what just happened, barely aware of anything except the warm satisfaction of her body and the agonizing tumult of her heart.
When he returned, he surprised her again by getting back into bed with her. He rolled her over so he could spoon her from behind.
She was afraid he would try to talk, but he didn’t. His body was warm and satiated behind her. His breathing slowly evened out.
So did hers. Then she did the unthinkable.
She fell asleep.
Caleb was gone when she woke up the next morning.
Kelly was rattled all day. Even more so than her new normal, which was a constant state of midlevel anxiety.
She needed to start making progress, and she needed to keep holding Caleb’s interest. Given his history with women, it was a miracle he was still into her at all, and there was no way to know how long it would last.
But she also needed to keep last night from happening again.
She couldn’t ever let herself feel that way again.
In this sketchy situation, she didn’t have the leisure to fall into a shame and anxiety spiral, so instead, she brainstormed all Friday morning until she came up with an idea.
She had to keep having sex with him, but she also had to stay in control of it. So she planned everything out to the detail and was waiting on the window seat in her room for him to get back from work.
He usually got back between six thirty and eight, but it was 5:52 when she saw the car approach.
He was early. He must have left the office a few minutes before five.
She grabbed her robe and hurried up to the master suite, where she started to draw a bath in the tub.
She figured she had enough time to fill the tub before he got into the house.
When it was full, she turned on the jets and got in, being careful not to submerge her hair in the water. She was wearing two pigtails. She’d braided them for strategic effect.
She thought she heard him enter the room a little while later, but he didn’t come into the bathroom. He had to know she was here.
She’d thought he might come in to see her, but it didn’t matter whether he did or not.
He might think it was some sort of surrender, like entering the bathroom would break a stalemate and give her the advantage.
Their relationship—even on the surface, without any knowledge of her true purposes—was as much a duel as anything else.
She took her time in the bath even though she was dying to finish up so she could find out what Caleb was doing. It made her vulnerable, not knowing.
It was almost thirty minutes later when she came out of the bathroom at last, wearing a little pink satin robe and her braids.
He was sitting in a chair near the window, working on something on his tablet.
He glanced up casually at her presence.
Her breath and heartbeat quickened at the sight of him, sexy and well dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit. He wasn’t artificially beautified in any way. He looked his age. Experienced. Jaded. Powerful, inside and out.
He’d earned that presence from years of taking anything he wanted no matter what the cost to others.
She stopped short as if surprised by his being in the room.
“Oops.”
His eyebrows arched, as she’d known they would. “Oops?”
“You must have left work early. I didn’t realize you’d be back already.”
“Right.” He obviously didn’t believe her for a moment. She’d never be able to get away with the little manipulations that women often played with men. He’d been around the block too many times to pull them off.
But deeper manipulations, those that took everything from both parties—no one could be prepared for those.
“How was work?” she asked.
“It was work.”
He wasn’t one of those men who spilled a lot of trivial details about their days to any conveniently open ears.
She gave him a slightly annoyed look. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you later.”
Let him think she was frustrated because he’d closed down polite conversation. Let him have a reason for following her.
He didn’t follow her, and she was starting to completely rethink her plan. Damn him. Why did he always make things harder for her than they needed to be?
She had an empty wineglass with her from the drink she’d had in the tub, so she went to the kitchen to put it in the sink.
Breah was Caleb’s only live-in staff, and she was good about being discreet when Caleb was home, so the large, fancy kitchen was completely empty. Kelly set the glass in the sink carefully and wondered where she should go from here.
“Did you enjoy the bath?”
Kelly whirled around, startled by the voice. Caleb had followed her after all.
“It was a bath,” she said with exaggerated coolness.
Caleb laughed softly as he approached her. “It’s not like you to hold a petty grudge.”
He really believed that.
“I’m not holding a grudge. You’re obviously not in the mood for conversation, so why should I bore you with the details of my bath.”
He gave her a knowing smirk and walked forward until she was trapped between his body and the edge of the kitchen table. “Maybe the details of your bath wouldn’t be boring. Did you do anything interesting in there?”
She tried for a heated look and thought she was probably successful. When she glanced down, she noticed that her nipples had visibly sprung to attention beneath the fabric of her flimsy robe.
“Maybe. You’ll have to use your imagination.”
“I think you want to tell me. You’re wearing those schoolgirl braids for a reason, which makes me think you might have been a little… naughty.”
She’d been right. He’d read her appearance exactly as she’d wanted him to. He was almost in the right mood for the sex she wanted to have tonight.
Last night had been completely unexpected, and she hadn’t been mentally prepared. She hadn’t had her defenses up, so both her emotions and body had spun into chaos. It had been really hard.
She couldn’t handle missionary position with him. Not again. Not after last night.
She needed sex to be wild, impersonal, maybe even kinky. It was easier that way. It didn’t feel like her.
Last night had started to feel real.
“Don’t get any crazy ideas,” she said, a teasing edge to her voice so he’d know she wasn’t serious. “I don’t do the naughty-schoolgirl routine.”
Caleb gave her a predatory smile. “I think you do.”