Chapter Fifteen
Jay
We’re standing in his bedroom when Caleb says the words my wolf has been fantasizing about: “Take off your clothes.”
He wants me here? Now? After he’s been threatening me with Casey’s wellbeing all day?
“What? No!”
“You stink. You need to shower.”
Oh, that’s what he meant. Heat rushes to my cheeks for thinking otherwise.
I discreetly bend my head to my underarms, trying to sniff.
Okay, I’ve smelled better. But what did they expect when the only thing they’ve given me is a soapy sponge?
“Excuse me if I haven’t had time to practice good hygiene. I’ve been a little busy being your prisoner.” Rolling my eyes, I grip the hem of my shirt. “Could you turn around?”
“No.” Caleb crosses his arms. “You’re going to strip for me. Right now.”
What is his angle?
Going with it, I bite my lip and try to remove my shirt, but my head gets caught in the process.
So much for grace and dignity.
Standing in my underwear, I cover myself as best as I can.
He frowns.
I know it’s because the clothes don’t fit the way they should. I imagine he doesn’t find protruding ribs all that sexy.
I want to disappear. This is humiliating. I’d much prefer that he’d whip me than watch me shower. And why does that thought turn me on?
Mentally, I slap myself out of it. Stop it. That’s not normal.
“Take off your panties.” I pause.
Well, what is normal anyhow?
It’s as if a two by four hits me on the back of my head at his request. I hesitate. As enticing as his request is, I don’t want him to see all of me.
“I don’t like repeating myself.”
I’m aware of that, but I’m even more aware of how much I dislike my body. And he’s the last person I’d ever want to see me naked.
“There’s nowhere for me to go, why do you insist on watching me shower?”
“In case you try to kill yourself.”
“I’m feeling more homicidal than suicidal these days.” Although, if he makes me take my clothes off in front of him, that might change.
Caleb’s tone is firm when he orders, “Clothes, Jay. Now.”
Reluctantly, I unhook my bra and slide my panties down my legs. I’m overly aware of his golden eyes blazing into me. I splay my palm over my mound and chest, curling my knees inward to try to cover myself again.
From the looks of it, Caleb’s toilet is the only thing behind a closed door. The shower is a rectangular glass prism in the center of his room. Which is unfortunate for me because he can really see everything.
I look around, hoping that I’m wrong. “Is there another shower I can use? Preferably one with a door.”
Caleb’s fists open and close as his patience dwindles. “One of two things are going to happen. And you have exactly three seconds to decide because my patience can’t handle much longer with you”—he hums and eyes me up and down— “like this.”
I retreat backward from him, clutching my boobs to my chest.
He continues to follow me. “You can either shower while I watch, or I will be your shower and lick you clean. Your choice.”
My heel hits the shower’s enclosure. On contact, I step back into the shower and trace the wall for the knob.
Caleb backs away and plops onto his bed, waiting for the show to start.
I step into the spray and let the water wash from my crown, down my skin and into the drain.
With shaky hands, I grab the shampoo from the shelf.
Flipping open the lid, I let its subtle honey scent fill my nose.
Feeling the weight of the bottle, I can tell it’s been opened but never used.
There’s another shampoo bottle on the shelf closer to the glass wall.
That bottle has clearly been used repeatedly, judging by its deformed shape from being squeezed.
Why does he have an unopened, feminine-smelling shampoo if he doesn’t use it?
Then another thought comes to my mind. Maybe it does get used by the women he brings here. Maybe this is just a new bottle. This bothers my wolf, but I shake the feeling.
Honey fills the room as I shampoo and condition my hair, finger combing my tangled mess. Once rinsed, I grab the loofa and soap.
Peering over my shoulder, I catch Caleb smirking with a subtle flash of gold in his eyes.
Probably getting off on my humiliation.
“Rub every inch of yourself clean, even the parts you don’t want me to see.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
“Face me. I want to watch.”
I gulp. Despite how self-conscious I feel, I refuse to let him get any satisfaction. I turn to face him and keep my chin up.
Caleb licks his lips as I lather myself.
Pervert.
And you like it, my wolf chastises.
I hate that she’s right. There’s something alluring about having his eyes on me. I start imagining all the ways I could make him suffer like he has made me. And that doesn’t help me because I have the deviant plan to get rid of the loofah and use my hands instead.
If he wants me to get every inch, I’ll make sure to do just that. I squeeze the bottle, letting it make a swirl in the palm of my hand. My tone is pleasant when I repeat his instructions like I’m genuinely seeking clarification. “Every inch?”
Transfixed on me, he nods slowly.
I lather my stomach and neck simultaneously, moving around to my back and collarbone and down the entirety of my arms. I rake my nails over my skin, leaving trails through the soap.
Caleb doesn’t take his eyes off of me. And quite frankly, I don’t think he could if he wanted to.
He’s incapable. Men are incapable of controlling themselves, at least in my experience.
He’s weak, just like the rest of them. The powers that be didn’t give men a brain but rather a penis.
I may be his prisoner, and he may have me calling him Master, but he is a slave to my femininity.
It’s every man’s kryptonite, and I plan to use it to my advantage.
I’ll make him forget about whatever punishment he might have planned for Casey.
I rub circles over my nipple. I gently roll and tug the bud between my fingers.
Caleb’s lips part naturally.
“See something you like?”
“Yes,” he says hoarsely. He clears his throat.
Now that I know what he likes, I’m just getting started. “How about when I do this?” I pinch my nipple enough that I’m wincing and oohing at the change in sensation.
“Very much so.” He adjusts himself. “Does that feel good?”
“Mmm . . . so good.”
Maybe he’s enjoying this a little too much. My breasts are clean enough. I stop.
Caleb groans. He must think I can’t hear him over the running water.
Starting at my feet, I slide my hands slowly up each leg, dragging it out before reaching my most private part.
Caleb’s tongue darts out. He resembles a salivating predator, but it is he who is my prey.
Especially when I swipe front to back with my entire palm.
Then, with just three fingers, I work in between my folds.
A moan escapes me as I swirl circles over my clit.
With my mouth open, I suck in a breath at the contact.
My finger drags back, nearly dipping into my core. Once I’m clean, it’s time to play.
Teasing him is so easy, I think to myself.
Staring at him with hooded eyes, I glide my pointer, middle and ring fingers from my clit to my vagina and dip one in. I tilt my head back. “Mmm . . .” But my moan is cut short when a hand grips my throat. My eyes burst open to see a seething Caleb inches from my face, gritting his teeth.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.”
“Really? Is that so?” With only my eyes, I look down to see an unmistakable tent in his pants. I meet his eyes again with a challenging stare. “Evidence suggests otherwise.”
His nostrils flare, and he reaches behind me. He turns the showerhead off and picks up. He throws me onto his bed.
I’m so surprised by the action that my arms land exactly to his advantage.
He takes one in each hand and binds me to the straps already affixed to his bed, preventing my escape.
I squirm, and the straps rub against my wrists. I can already tell the straps are going to leave an imprint from the metal studs. That’s probably why he chose them.
Caleb may think I’m a masochist, but he is a sadist.
And like the sadist he is, Caleb stands back, admiring his work. “I like seeing you uncomfortable. Now, be a good bitch and stay.” Caleb peels off his shirt.
His abs contract, and his muscles ripple into view as the fabric slinks off his body.
This man’s looks are deceiving. A menace disguised by a hot body.
We like a yummy menace. My wolf’s eyebrows wiggle.
Speak for yourself, I tell her. I eat my words with the sound of clothes hitting the floor.
Holy fuck. I catch my jaw before it drops to the floor and avert my gaze.
“Don’t act all innocent now. You expect me to believe after that little stunt that you’ve never seen a grown man before?” He scoffs. “Don’t pretend you haven’t. I know you have. You were probably a little rogue slut before I took you in.”
My jaw drops this time, but I quickly close it and scoff. “And you expect me to believe that the future alpha hasn’t had his fair share of partners? You throw a lot of stones for someone who quite literally lives in glass.” I nod my head to the shower behind him. “I bet you’re a soft fuck anyway.”
Caleb raises an eyebrow and grins cockily, practically laughing at me. “Is that what you think?”
If he were any other guy, he’d be losing his temper from his hurt ego.
Instead, he remains calm. Unfazed. And why do I find that more frustrating than if he were to fly off the handle?
Why can he get under my skin, but I can’t get under his?
One look at him, and I know he’d ruin me. He’d give new meaning to rough sex.
Instead of getting upset, he says, “Hm . . .” The bed dips.
My mouth goes dry, and my heart races as he crawls until he hovers over me, and we’re face to face. There’s a heaviness between us in the air. The cold air from the water on my body suddenly feels like it’s steaming from the heat between us.
“Did you not learn your lesson from last time, baby girl? Or are you seeking another, harder lesson?”
He stares deeply into my eyes until his gaze briefly drops to my lips.
He leans down, and I think he’s about to kiss me, when instead he says, “Do you hear that? That’s your heart beating.
I could pull it out of your chest in a second, and there’s nothing you could do about it.
You may be out of your cell for now, but you are still every bit my prisoner. ”
I’m painfully aware of how close his erect penis is to me.
He catches me staring and says, “You know how to put on a good show, I’ll give you that.”
For some reason, I like his praise. Wow, I’m really fucked in the head, aren’t I?
Speak for yourself, my wolf regurgitates back to me from earlier.
“But I am not a slave to my biological urges. I can satisfy them however and whenever I want to.” To prove a point, he lowers himself onto me, penis flat against my mound.
Caleb drags his teeth across my shoulder to my neck and whispers, “I never liked games. And the one you’re playing is a dangerous one.
If you want me to take you over the edge, all you have to do is beg for it. ”
I can’t tell if what he said is a threat, a suggestion, a fact or a mix of all three. No matter which, I shudder.
“It seems we understand each other now. Good.” He lifts off me.
With oxygen now flowing to my brain after the breath he’s stolen, I can think again.
He hops into the shower, but rarely does he take his eyes off of me. And I find myself to be a prisoner of his stare once more.