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, butheis 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.”
