THE BELT
23:41
Caleb came home later than usual.
He took off his tie and undid the top button of his shirt.
Then he went straight to the bedroom.
The deal was closed.
That was it for today.
On the bed—
a tender little kitten.
His beloved.
An angel wrapped in a blanket.
Caleb smirked.
Though, truth be told, this little angel sometimes had a very sharp tongue.
And that made Caleb growl.
Anticipating the invasion of her serenity.
He rubbed his nose against her gently, trying to wake her carefully.
Barely holding back the fire.
Caleb tried to be softer.
Warmer.
Just a little.
A little more careful than his animal nature wanted to be.
He wanted to turn her over.
To pull her roughly out of sleep.
To make her rub her sleepy eyes and, by doing so, ignite something even darker in him.
He wanted to be demanding.
Rough.
Cruel.
After all, wasn’t that exactly how she had fallen in love with him?
And the beast began to scent the fluffy little kitten.
His body betrayed its response instantly.
The languid games.
The delayed strike.
The postponed pounce.
The moment before possession.
It gave everything a particular taste.
The kind that comes with burns.
Burns from her palms.
When he gets too bold and she slaps him across the face.
Caleb smirked.
What a brave girl.
Before her, no one had ever dared contradict him.
Say anything against him.
And certainly not—
hit him.
This girl drove him insane.
He inhaled the scent of her hair.
What madness.
Why did she wear his perfume?
He followed the trail.
The perfume settling on her skin.
On her breasts.
On her stomach.
And ….
Caleb let out a heavy, low sound.
God, how it turned him on.
She smelled entirely of him.
He was on her.
He was in her.
Desire and fire began to take over.
He ran his palm along her back.
And she arched immediately.
Caleb smirked.
Her back was her favorite place.
He began kissing her there.
Her back.
Her neck.
Making her arch.
Making her plead for mercy.
He moved lower and lower, growling and purring with pleasure.
She was barely dressed.
Only her panties.
What a bad girl.
He thought to punish her.
The thought alone made him want to turn her over sharply and sink his teeth into her.
To take off his belt and let his fury spill out until the fury will not burn out.
“Beloved.”
Caleb smiled.
So she was awake.
The tender little angel reached for him, asking for a kiss.
Caleb caught her jaw in his hand.
A pause.
To restrain the impulse.
Not to squeeze.
Not to punish.
Not to start biting her until the point of bruising and pain
And then he kissed her.
“Hi, baby.”
The little kitten looked him over from head to toe.
Tired.
Disheveled.
From the restaurant.
Smelling of alcohol and tobacco.
She bit her lip.
God, he was seductive.
Caleb read it instantly.
Not that he did it on purpose.
It was simply his nature.
Rough.
Troublemaking.
From childhood, he had been considered a bad boy.
The kind you shouldn’t date.
The kind mothers tell their daughters to stay away from.
Was he evil?
Well.
Maybe a little.
Selfish.
Greedy.
Rough.
Disobedient.
Cruel.
Impossible.
That was probably how his beloved would describe him.
Caleb kissed her harder, already anticipating how easily she would surrender to his strength.
How quickly her feminine nature would turn into tenderness.
Into pleading.
Pleading to his wild nature.
A nature that was rough.
And, in places, cruel.
Caleb took off his jacket and thought how strange it was that she loved him for his flaws.
Wasn’t a woman supposed to want gentleness?
Tenderness?
Respect?
He smirked.
This girl was a witch.
And she was not entirely sane herself.
He returned to kissing her.
Greedy.
Possessive.
Taking what she offered him.
Enjoying her sounds.
Her trembling.
Her surrender.
And his favorite word—
please.
Caleb caught his beloved by the hair and drew her close enough that her mouth parted without her meaning to.
Caleb licked his lips.
God, that mouth.
So skilled.
He had taught her.
Trained her.
She knew exactly how to make him lose himself under her touch.
But that would be later.
Now he intended to play.
Caleb moved lower, covering her with kisses, letting the tension build until she could barely bear it.
He did not give her everything at once.
He hovered.
Breathed.
Absorbed her scent.
His beloved begged him not to be cruel.
He touched her just enough to undo her.
Just enough to make pain and pleasure blur at the edge of control.
He knew how she loved it.
He knew where her limits lived.
He will touch her with his fingers,
skimming lightly over the mound,
over that small, sensitive bud,
then begin to press into it, gently biting.
His beloved will cry out.
Parting her delicate folds
and making her tremble without stopping.
He waited until she was almost spent.
Then rose over her again, kissing her neck.
Her collarbones.
Coming closer.
Heavier.
Pressing her into the bed with the full weight of his body.
His desire was no longer patient.
And his cock will touch her core.
He will twitch nervously.
Every nerve ending reacting to her wetness,
to how soaked she is,
to how much she wants him.
His cock will begin to twitch on its own.
Caleb growled.
Finally, he will seize her by the throat and push inside her
The kitten arched.
He pressed her down harder.
And the rage—
the fire—
took over.
With force, with roughness, with the animal brutality she knew and recognized in him, he moved into her until her moans grew louder.
Until she began asking.
Begging.
For him not to stop.
He kissed her.
Again.
Those full lips.
His favorite delicacy.
A little more.
Just a little more.
He bit her neck.
She cried out from the sharpness of it and broke apart beneath him.
Caleb was pleased.
He knew how she enjoyed him.
Knew what he could do to her.
How he could drive her out of her own mind.
Make her lose control.
That was the effect he had on her.
He knew he was beautiful.
And that she lost herself from one smile alone.
She got shy.
Blushed.
Looked away when he pressed too close.
He growled into her ear.
She smiled.
“Darling, I can’t again.”
She laughed.
Caleb smirked.
He could still get his way.
She would do as he said.
She would surrender.
Caleb looked at his beloved.
Her eyes warmed something inside him.
Her flushed face.
He kissed her tenderly.
Held her.
And fell asleep beside her.
Guarding her.
Enjoying her soft skin.
Her her breasts
And her scent.
