Chapter 151

When Caleb finally reappears in the hallway, my nerves prickle, while the guard forced to watch me seems relived. Caleb glances me over, seeing that I am unharmed and dutifully in the same spot he left me in. Then he grabs me again.

This time, blessedly, he pulls me into a bridal carry and not just hefted over his shoulder like before.

Without a word to the guard, Caleb carries me to the stairwell. There, he carries me up to the ground level and then brings me to my room.

Odd, I would have expected him to take me to an interrogation room, or even the dungeon – though I was praying that wouldn’t be the case. My room is a source of comfort and safety, not generally a place for punishment.

He kicks open the door, then carries me through it. He walks right up to the bed and then drops me on top of it. I bounce on the mattress. Before I can catch my bearings, I feel cool metal click around my ankle. And then a second metal bracelet closes around my other ankle.

Pushing myself upright on the bed, I look down and see that my ankles have been shackled and chained to the bottom of the bed.

“For going behind my back, I hereby rescind all of your former privileges. You are not to leave this room or this bed. From now on, you will return to as you once were – a tool for my pleasure.”

I swallow thickly. “Caleb…”

“Tools don’t talk,” he says. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he lifts it over his head and off of his body, exposing the muscled wall of his chest. “They only moan.”

I shouldn’t be into this. I’m my own person, not anyone’s sex slave – not even Caleb’s.

Yet his bare torso and sexy words trigger my own body’s reaction. My pussy dampens and aches. I squirm against the mattress, searching for friction.

“Stop, slave,” he commands, bringing forth his Alpha voice, the one that makes me long to obey. It’s overkill, honestly, because I am aching to please him, even without his command.

Regardless of the reason, I freeze.

“Take off your top,” he says.

Lifting my hands, I slowly unfasten the buttons holding my blouse closed. Once they are open, I slid the shirt from my shoulders and then toss it onto the floor, where it’s immediately forgotten.

“Now your bra.”

Reaching behind me, I unhook the clasp, then let my bra fall to my waist, my breasts springing free. Caleb’s eyes immediately fall onto them, devouring every inch with his greedy gaze. I arch my back a little, pushing my tits forward for him to see more easily.

Everything else that has happened today is fully in the backburner of my mind. All I feel in this moment is desire. All I want is for Caleb to crawl on top of me and make me cum.

Caleb undoes the button of his pants, then pulls down the zipper. He shoves them down and then kicks them off, so that he now stands there at my bedside entirely naked, his dick rock hard at attention.

He’s so big and perfect. At the sight of it, a fresh wave of lust passes through me. Gods, I want that inside of me.

Caleb scents the air and hums with satisfaction.

“Soon, slave, I will fuck you. But first, I will have my fill of you.”

Without command I reach for my own pants and panties, but with my legs chained, I’m not sure how I’ll remove them.

He bats my hands away.

Gripping my hands by the wrists, he raises them high above me, then pins them down at either side of my pillow.

“Do not fucking move,” he growls.

“Yes, Caleb.”

He growls. “Call me master.”

I shiver with delight. “Yes, master…”

In a flash, he grabs my pants and panties in his claws and positively shreds them to pieces, baring me in the blink of an eye.

“Oh!” I gasp.

He wastes no further time. Aligning himself between my thighs, he leans down and takes my clit into his mouth. He absolutely ravages me, showing me no mercy. His tongue flicks across my sensitive bud before sucking into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out, sucking as hard as he can.

The feel of it, and the sight of him between my legs, it’s too much. I claw at the mattress, my back arching, my tits aching.

His mouth on my pussy, he raises his hands to grab at my breasts. Massaging them roughly, he occasionally flicks his thumb across the nipple.

Gods, it’s too much!

“M-Master! Please!”

Pulling away for a moment, he glares at me. “You will not cum until I command you too.”

“B-but… Master…”

To punctuate his words, he drops one hand off of my breast, lowering back down toward the apex of my thighs. “No,” he commands and shoves two fingers inside of me. I’m so wet, he slides in easily.

It’s all I can do to keep from toppling over into the abyss.

His mouth returns to its onslaught, and it’s all I can do to hold back the pleasure. I’m so close, too close. I beg and scream and plead.

“M-Master! I can’t hold on!”

He brings me all the way to the edge, and then, all at once he stills.

I groan in agony, teetering on the edge.

“My good slave. My perfect little slut. Aching for me, aren’t you? It won’t be long now.”

“Please…” I whimper. “Master, please…”

He crawls up my body, leaving a trail of kisses up my glistening skin as he goes. When he reaches my breasts, he suckles one nipple, before switching to the other.

Lifting himself further, he closes his mouth over mine. Between my legs, he lines himself up, then, without further warning, he plunges his dick deeply into me, not stopping until he’s reached the hilt.

It’s too much. I try with my whole body to hold myself back from the edge, but the feel of him pressing into me, stretching me, it’s too much.

“C-Caleb!” I cry out, tears in my eyes, and cum hard.

My body trembles, shaking with the force of the pleasure waves rippling through me. Caleb stays still, feeling every pulse of my body. He doesn’t move, except for his dick, which twitches inside of me.

He waits until my soul starts to return to my body. Then, looking me in my eyes, he starts to move.

“I’ll have you cum again. And again. As many times as I like,” he threatens. “You will find no solace here tonight. This is your punishment.”

“Death by pleasure?” I ask, my voice very soft and strained.

Caleb growls. “I will not let you die.” He punctuates the word with a hard thrust.

Then, he picks up the pace, fucking me hard into the mattress. The headboard pounds on the wall. I claw at the mattress. My head thrown back, I scream.

“Caleb!!”

Caleb hooks his arms under my knees and hoists them up, angling me so that he can hit even deeper inside of me.

My punishment is bliss.

And I’m ready to receive every single second of it.