Trust goes both ways.
The first night back, I didn't sleep. The idea of those humans forced to undergo being spliced with sea life was permanently stained behind my eyelids. I tossed and turned and eventually woke up to Callahan shaking me awake.
"Eleanor!"
I opened my eyes and a scream was cut short. It had come from me; I hadn't realized I was screaming at all. He cupped his hand over my mouth and I stared at him, my eyes wide.
What was going on?
His naked chest rose and fell heavily as if he'd sprinted in here. I stared into his hazel eyes for far too long, and my chin quivered. Tears slowly slid down my face and Callahan’s expression softened.
"Oh, baby."
He let go of my mouth and embraced me, rocking me as I sobbed.
Why had the people in that bunker done that? What would possess humans to perform such atrocities on other humans?
I asked the questions aloud but my wailing made the words inaudible.
"You can't sleep here," he murmured and shifted me into a cradling position. He stood and took us to his room, where he laid me on the bed and shut the light off. "Ssh, Eleanor, it's going to be okay. I'm here. Your Daddy's here."
He laid down beside me and pulled me into his arms, tugging the blanket over us.
"Rest. It's over. You're safe."
He pressed his lips to my temple, and I closed my eyes. I could do this. I could relax. I inhaled in and out, slowly, focusing on every breath. My eyes grew heavy and soon I was drifting off to sleep in the comfort of his arms.
"I'm sorry, Eleanor. I wish this had never happened. It’s all my fault."
My eyes fluttered but I couldn't bring myself to wake up fully.
What did he mean?
"This should never have happened. It's all wrong. We're going to get in trouble." His hands began moving to my hips. He pushed my nightgown up and then tugged it back down. "This is too tempting. You're too perfect."
He shifted his hips and something pressed against me. I was more awake now, and I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I needed to feel desired, wanted, needed. I sighed and moved to push my bottom against his hardness.
"Oh Eleanor," he groaned. "This is dangerous."
His fingers pulled on my nightie again. He found my panties and played with the lace. A deep ache developed between my thighs. I squeezed my core tight, fighting the urge to respond to his touches. He pushed my hair back, exposing my neck to the cool room. His warm lips pressed against my skin and I shivered from the delicious tickle.
"I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help it. It's always been like this. I hate it, but fuck if I don't love it too." He slid his hand under my panties and found my core. I relaxed my thighs,and he pushed them apart. His thumb and forefinger spread my lips and he dipped a finger in, swirling in my wetness. He inhaled quickly.
"This is bad."
He said the words but didn't stop. A moan escaped my lips as he strummed my clit.
"Yes, baby. I'll make you feel better. Focus on this, not what you saw."
My breathing grew ragged as he worked his fingers around my arousal. The pleasure was becoming more and more intense and I rolled onto my back to allow him better access to my body. He was gentle and seemed to know exactly what movements and patterns to do with his fingers to make me squirm and bring me to the brink of ecstasy. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes fluttered open and I locked eyes with Callahan in the darkness.
"Say my name, Eleanor," he ordered.
"Daddy," I gasped as my body exploded into a million pieces.
Pleasure warmed my body and pulsed through my veins. I clutched his arms and stared into his eyes as I rode my orgasm out. I came down and Callahan smiled.
"Better?" He whispered.
