Seduced in the Dark (27 page)

“You’re so hard,” she groaned and writhed
against him.

“Take it out,” Caleb urged and the longing
in his voice was a shock. He ran his hands into her hair, loving
the feel of her warm breath against his wrist. He looked into the
liquid black pool of her eyes; she was so innocent, so striking. He
licked his lips, hungrily preparing his assault upon his prey,
bowing his head down toward her mouth. She pulled back, their eyes
meeting in an awkward, sensuous moment. Her eyes continued to look
at his as she slid down onto her knees.

Caleb let out a hushed moan as her shaky
fingers curled along the inside of the waistband of his shorts. He
tilted his head back wanting to relish every moment of her soft
fingers on his skin. He rocked forward as his shorts slid down and
finally her fingers made contact with his rigid flesh, freeing him.
It seemed nothing else existed, nothing, but Livvie. She reached
out carefully and wrapped her hand around his hot length. Though
she squeezed him, her fingers barely touched.

Unable to resist, he rocked forward touching
it to her lips, “You’re such a brat. I told you to get in the
show–” He couldn’t get out the rest because Livvie’s tongue swept
across the tip of his cock. He watched, stunned, as Livvie pulled
away and his precome left a slick trail on her bottom lip. Her
kitten tongue darted out to collect it.

Livvie swallowed, “You taste good.”

Caleb took in a breath that rattled in his
chest. “You taste better,” he said and ran his thumb across her
plump, pink lip. He couldn’t wait to get back in her mouth and
watch those sexy fucking lips sliding up and down his cock. He
groaned when she opened her mouth and sucked his thumb into her
mouth.

“Kitten. Get in the fucking shower.
Now.”

Livvie gave his thumb one last loving lick,
“Yes, Caleb.” She stood slowly and opened the shower door. Steam
drifted out, already dusting her body with beads of moisture.

Caleb hurried her along, eager to touch her,
to be touched by her. He shut the shower door behind him and a
moment later snatched her up and pinned her to the wall with his
body. Warm water cascaded from the showerhead above them as he
lifted her legs around his waist and held her in place while they
kissed.

Livvie moaned into his mouth, her hands
gripping his shoulders and pulling him even closer. Her legs
squeezed him, pressing her untried pussy against Caleb’s stomach in
a frantic plea for his attentions.

Caleb’s hands roamed her slick body, cupping
her ass and digging his fingers into her firm and pliable flesh.
Reluctant to move on, but eager to enjoy the rest of her, he slid
his hand up to her left breasts, his thumb and index finger finding
her pebbled nipple and rolling it as his hips gyrated. His cock,
hard and leaking, bumped against her ass and Caleb curved his body,
seeking the warm cleft between her cheeks.

“Oh. God.” Livvie moaned. She joined in
Caleb’s rhythm, loosening her arms so her ass met Caleb’s slippery
cock.

“Fuck!” Caleb shouted, squeezing Livvie
until she whimpered.

“Caleb, my ribs,” she said softly and
without halting her movements against him.

“Sorry.” Caleb lessened his hold slightly.
Only enough to stop hurting her.

“What’s happening?” Livvie moaned and rocked
against him, “I thought I was going to suck your dick.”

Caleb’s cock throbbed and leapt between
Livvie’s ass cheeks. If he waited any longer, he was going to
demand to get in her ass. The thought was enough to get more sounds
out of him, but damn it, he wanted a blowjob. Abruptly, he set
Livvie on her feet and gave her a moment to gain her balance before
he put his hand on her shoulder and urged her to her knees in front
of him.

“You are. Right now,” he said.

There was no discussion, no hesitation, and
Caleb’s chest seemed to expand with pride as Livvie licked her lips
and put her mouth on him. Caleb’s knees buckled slightly and he
could not resist thrusting into her mouth, forcing her to regain
her balance. He grunted low, as if he didn’t want her to hear,
thrusting as much as he could without holding her head in his hands
and having his way.

Her mouth was warm and caressingly tender
despite her obvious inexperience. She held him in her hands,
licking the head of his cock slowly, and then putting it in her
mouth. Caleb fought every impulse to force himself deeper. He
wanted her to do it on her own.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

Caleb echoed her sounds, loving the
vibration of her mouth against his dick. He wanted more. More.
More. More. Her touch and her mouth were all over the place in
their intention. Pain and pleasure mingled every time she
accidentally grazed him with her teeth, but then caressed the spot
with her tongue.

“Deeper, Livvie. Please, deeper,” he found
himself saying. He couldn’t think straight and didn’t realize what
he’d said.

Livvie whimpered as she endeavored to take
him deeper, her mouth stretching over his shaft. Teeth scraped him,
but he didn’t care, he knew it would be impossible to get even half
of it into her mouth.

Caleb refused to take control. He was
getting off on the fact this was her fantasy and not his own. He
wondered how long she’d wanted to do suck him off and lamented the
time wasted. Livvie went deep and Caleb felt her throat contract
around the head of his cock before she pulled away to take air into
her lungs.

Caleb clenched his hands into fists at his
sides, determined to let her breathe before he demanded to be let
back into her warm, wet mouth. He sighed when she rested one hand
against his thigh for balance and with the other, held his cock in
place as she took him back in.

She increased her pace, keeping her eyes
closed and focusing on her rhythm. It was almost more than Caleb
could stand. Unable to resist, he reached down for his cock and
wrapped his hand around hers, guiding it up and down with the
rhythm of her mouth.

She slowed, and Caleb fought not to thrust.
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
Caleb held her hand firmly, moving
it up and down the length of him. With his other hand he caressed
her face, coaxing her mouth to continue its maddening suckling,
relieved when it began anew. Caleb removed his hand, letting Livvie
have her way once more. His hand was covered in Livvie’s saliva,
much like his cock.

Livvie mewled and moaned around his cock,
sucking him deeper as her lust grew and her instincts took over.
Her hand pumped him and she moved her lips with growing speed and
firm pressure over the tip of his cock.

Caleb was nearing his crisis, his body tense
as a drawn bow. He breathed heavily and his hands kneaded Livvie’s
shoulders, encouraging her. Suddenly, he grabbed fists of her hair
and pulled his cock out of her wet mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded.

Livvie was powerless as he pushed himself
almost violently back into her mouth and pumped only a few times
before coming long and hard into Livvie’s mouth. She moaned, but
her hands pushed against his thighs.

Caleb couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t help
the way he held her still, emptying himself. He felt her trying to
swallow the salty fluid overwhelming her mouth, but there was too
much. It trickled down her chin and down her neck. Caleb growled
from deep in his throat and his knees gave way under him until he
straddled her. He kissed her over and over, sucking on her lips and
searching for her tongue. His taste in her mouth felt like a claim,
a brand.

“God,” he whispered to no one at all,
kissing her neck.

Livvie panted hard into Caleb’s ear,
gripping him close and returning his fervent kisses. She grabbed
Caleb’s hand and pressed his fingers to her clit, whimpering for
attention.

“Only fair,” Caleb whispered. He circled her
clit hard and fast with his fingertips, and within seconds, he felt
the hot rush of Livvie’s juices rushing out of her pussy, as she
came apart in his arms for the second time.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned against his ear, “I
love you. Oh, god, I love you.”

Caleb was too sated to care she’d said it
again.

Slowly, the world began to come into focus
and Caleb peeled himself away from Livvie to help her onto her
shaky feet. Their eyes met briefly before Livvie turned her face
toward the spray of water over head. Caleb felt a twinge of anger
as he watched her rinse her mouth out, but realized it had to be
done. He tried not to take it personally.

She’d given him so much, opened herself so
fully and exposed a part of her Caleb had never seen or touched in
another human being. He felt he should offer something in return.
He longed to offer something in return and unable to think of
anything else, he said, “I was almost beaten to death when I was a
teenager.” Livvie jolted to attention, her gaze fixed on Caleb. He
reached for the soap and began to lather it in his hands, before he
turned Livvie toward the wall and began soaping her skin.

“I was younger than you. I know that much. A
man named, Narweh, used a bullwhip on me. There was a lot of blood.
The beating left scars, but I would have died if…if Rafiq hadn’t
saved my life.” Caleb cleared his throat and focused on
soaping.

Livvie tried to turn and face him, but Caleb
wouldn’t allow it. He simply moved her body in the direction he
wanted and continued to wash her.

Her deadened voice broke the silence, “Why
would someone do that to you?”

“I was….” He couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t
tell her about the person he’d been, or the things he’d done. She
was the one person who deserved to know, but he refused to say. “I
was too weak to defend myself. Instead, I went back later and
killed him.” He chuckled, lost in thought. “With the gun you pulled
on me, in fact.”

Livvie was tense under his hands, her
shoulders knotted. “Is that…? Is that the reason you feel like you
owe Rafiq? Because he saved your life?”

Caleb’s hands inadvertently clenched and
Livvie hissed in pain. He immediately let her go and reached for
more soap. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Livvie didn’t face him. She simply stared at
the wall. “What about me, Caleb? Don’t you think you owe me
anything?”

Caleb regretted having said anything at all.
What had he been thinking to say anything so personal? And to
Livvie of all people – whom he planned to subjugate for his own
ends to repay a twelve year debt? It was reckless and stupid beyond
anything he’d done so far.

“No,” he said. It felt like a lie. It was a
lie. He owed her plenty. He’d been naïve to think he’d ever be free
of his debt. He’d always owe someone. “But if you ever want your
revenge against me, you let me know.”

Livvie said nothing for several minutes
before she turned to look at Caleb, “I don’t want revenge, Caleb. I
don’t want to end up like you, letting some fucking vendetta run my
life. I just want my freedom. I want to be free, Caleb. Not
someone’s whore…not even yours.”

Caleb’s throat felt like it was on fire as
he acknowledged the sincerity in Livvie’s words. This had been her
game the entire time. He’d known it, reminded himself repeatedly,
even begrudgingly respected her attempts – but he’d still fallen
for it. He deserved every bit of what he was getting. He knew it
and didn’t care.

He stepped forward, prodding Kitten out of
the way and rinsed his body beneath the cooling spray of the water.
He could feel Kitten’s stare on his body, but refused to
acknowledge her. Once he was done rinsing, he opened the glass
shower door, grabbed a towel and headed for the bedroom.

“You’re leaving!” Kitten cried, busting out
of the shower and gripping his arm.

Caleb pushed her away somewhat forcefully
and continued into the bedroom. “I have a lot of things to do
today. You’ve taken up too much of my time lately as it is,” he
said coldly. For a moment he looked about the room for his pants,
then realized he hadn’t come in wearing any because he’d come to
address her late-night ranting some time after he’d gone to bed. He
glanced at her face and saw the hurt in her eyes, tears stood at
the ready. She swallowed hard to keep them at bay as her hands
covered her breasts.

“You’re going to go
now
, after
everything? I thought…” her voice trailed off, teetering somewhere
between anger and hurt. Something twisted inside Caleb’s stomach at
the sight of her. He wanted to kiss her and tell her things that
would make her stop crying; but then just the thought he’d
considered such a thing solidified his anger and resolve.

“You thought what? You thought offering me a
little pussy was going to make some kind of a difference? You
thought you’d suck my dick and I’d just give you whatever the fuck
you wanted?!”

His words cut her deeply, as he intended. He
wanted to make sure there was absolutely no confusion. He walked
toward her and tilted her chin upward and she instinctively
recoiled, trying to get away from his hand. He gripped her harder,
holding her in place.

“I did think it was really cute when you
said you loved me though.” He visibly saw her shoulders slump then
and her eyes closed slowly. He let her face go and without
hysterics she walked toward the bed and put her head down onto her
pillow and crawled into a ball.

For a few moments, he waited for her to
retaliate, but she said nothing. He walked calmly toward the door,
opened it, and walked through without a glance in her direction. He
closed the door behind him gently, and awkwardly wondered why he
suddenly felt hollow. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, he made his
way toward his room.

Once inside his room, Caleb stood for a
moment, staring into nothingness as water dripped off of him.
Livvie had said she loved him and he’d made her feel stupid.
Something in his gut twisted at the thought and at the memory of
her tears. He often thought she looked beautiful when she cried,
because she was nervous, or afraid, or embarrassed, but these
weren’t the same; he’d really hurt her. She’d hurt, him, too. Caleb
couldn’t change who he was.