He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t move closer. He just looks at me like that trust is something sacred he’s terrified of dropping.
“Basia,” he says slowly, carefully, “if you’re saying what I think you’re saying?—”
“I’m…” I take a deep, bracing breath before I continue. “I want you to f—fuck me while I’m asleep. Make me come. Come inside me, or on me, whatever you want.”
A low growl rumbles in Caleb’s throat as I speak, making me clench my thighs in an attempt to appease the ache growing there and giving me courage to continue.
“It turns me on so much, thinking about waking up and finding evidence that you… used me while I slept,” I whisper, then look away from the lust burning in his dark eyes. “What kind of sick person am I? I want to wake up knowing that I’ve been raped and?—”
“Hey.” He’s with me in two strides, his hands on my arms, his lead tilted down to connect our gazes.
“You’re not sick, Basia. You’re fucking perfect.” His image blurs as tears form in my eyes. “It’s just a kink, darling. And you’re safe with me,” he continues, pulling me into his arms until my cheek is pressed against his chest. “You’re so safe with me, baby. I’m going to take care of your every need.”
“Then help me sleep,” I breathe as his T-shirt mops up my tears.
He holds me at arm’s length, then uses his finger to tip my chin up.
“Are you sure, Basia?”
His nostrils flare even as he’s asking for my permission. He’s already thinking of everything he wants to do to my unconscious body, I know it. It gives me a rush.
“Yes, Caleb.” I wipe my cheeks and give him a determined look. “I’d like some tea, please.”
His feral grin makes me bite my lower lip as a fresh wave of arousal spreads over my body.
“Go wait in your room,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I’ll bring you your tea. Then I’ll rub your feet until you fall asleep. Would you like that?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my heart pounding in my throat. “I’d love that.”
19
CALEB
Ipress my thumb into the arch of Basia’s foot, enjoying the little whimper that comes out of her mouth. It reminds me of the sounds she makes when she’s about to come.
My dick has been rock hard ever since she gave me permission to drug her, fuck her while she sleeps. Watching her sip the tea, knowing what it’ll do to her—ah fuck. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is.
Her eyelashes flutter, the soft smile on her lips slipping as sleep drags her under.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur. “Give in. Let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good.”
We were chatting as she drank, but my mind was already planning everything I want to do now that I have her permission to let loose. Once her eyes are fully closed, I carefully get out of bed and start preparing.
Though it was out of necessity yesterday, I really fucking enjoyed using her lip balm as an anal dildo. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about stuffing her holes with more of hereveryday items—especially now, knowing she wants to find evidence in the morning.
I hurry to the kitchen, impatient, excited. First, I find her rolling pin. Then, I open the pantry and grab an empty beer bottle. Finally, I make a stop at the bathroom to grab her deodorant and a bottle of baby oil. I rinse everything off and bring it to the foot of Basia’s bed.
Once I have everything ready, I pull down her pajama bottoms but leave the yellow cotton panties on. As much as I’m burning to be inside her, I want to take my time, enjoy this, make her feel it when she wakes up tomorrow.
I grab the bottle of baby oil and flip the cap open. Then I pour a generous amount onto her pussy, soaking the panties. The fabric clings obscenely to the peaks and dips of her labia, and I can’t resist pulling my phone out of my pocket to capture the scene. Maybe I’ll print it out for Basia to find in random places.
I drop the phone on the bed next to the objects I chose for tonight, then use both of my thumbs to start massaging her pussy. She mewls in her sleep as soon as I press down on her clit. It hits differently now that I’m not afraid of her waking up and kicking me out of her life—though that had its own kind of sick thrill.
“So soft,” I say to myself. “So warm.”
My fingers make wet sounds as I move them over her folds, making my cock strain against the waistband of my sweatpants. I know I planned to take my time, but I can’t resist just a taste. Quickly, I strip down and fist myself, squeezing out a drop of precum. I press my cockhead against her pussy, smearing it over the soaked fabric of her panties.
Fuck, I can feel the heat of her cunt on my dick. My eyes roll back into my skull.
