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"So are you going out tonight?", you ask Caleb as you reach for the plates.

You are well aware that by stretching your hand out to grab the plates like that your shirt, or should you say Caleb's shirt, rides up to expose your short shorts. You don't let yourself think all too much if he is looking or not, because in your mind he is and that is enough to satisfy you, somewhat. The thought alone that the man you have adorn for so long is ogling you while you are supposedly unaware sends shivers down your spine.

There may have been a time where you were disgusted with the things you wanted to do in an attempt to tempt Caleb. All the fantasies and wishes you wanted to come true.

But as the years passed by you have become more daring and honestly Caleb's comments don't help at all sometimes in reeling it back. It is like he prefers you to steal his clothes, as if he supports you being all touchy with him, as if he wants you to tread the thin line of your current relationship and something more.

The way you think and act sometimes is deplorable and yet you can't help but be addicted to the sick ideas and thoughts you have developed. You aren't sure if they have become this fruitful because you wanted them to become like that or because Caleb has nurtured them accidentally to be this way.

He has never called you out on any of the stunts that you pull, perhaps used to them already because you have been living together for ages, but you prefer to think that he is just too shy to mention the obvious. That you are being promiscuous on purpose. Because that would mean that he has to acknowledge that you are alluring in some way, a thought which makes your knees weak.

For your sanity you like to think that he is good at pretending to be nonchalant and good at acting.

You aren't sure if you could handle the opposite being true, that he doesn't find you attractive, at least not in a way you want him to.

Or even worse, Caleb already being interested in someone else already.

But he would never keep something like that from you. He tells you everything and you do so in return. Caleb always tells you everything. 

Everything.

You know that he knows that he can trust you with anything. That no one could ever recreate the trust you have build up over the years you have known each other, you are so sure of it that you would bet your life on it.

The only thing he doesn't get a full picture on is how much you need him in your life. Anything he is willing to give you is accepted with joy, but you can't help but be greedy. You want to be his and him to be yours. For no one else to ever lay a finger on him because he belongs to you and you alone.

Thoughts, which even you should admit are mental to have, fill your head and although you have become better at toning it down when needed, you can't deny their existence completely.

When you tried to pretend like your feelings bordering on obsession weren't there you actually purposefully gotten yourself sick in high school because you heard a rumour about Caleb confessing to someone and you knew that he would stay at home just for you to take care of you.

After finding out the truth you felt incredibly foolish and realised how fucked up you actually are. So for Caleb's and your safety you decided to work on yourself and not suppress your thoughts as much, but still keep them in check. It is hard sometimes to not follow your instincts at times, but you have gotten better at not wanting to lock Caleb in like a bird in a cage.

Besides you are an adult, with an realistic outlook on the world. You are aware how unrealistic your wants and needs are regarding your relationship, which is why they remain only a fantasy.

You pass Caleb the plates and he puts the breakfast on them.

He groans, "Did Gideon actually put you up to ask me?"

"Maybe", you answer cheekily as you sit down with him at the living room table to eat together.

"I am not sure", he pushes the stirred eggs one way and then the other, but then cockily smiles at you, "Wouldn't want you to miss me too much."

You make a show of rolling your eyes, but secretly you are pleased at the prospect of him considering to stay at home just for you. Though you know that Caleb should hang out with other people who aren't you. Social interaction is important and he has certainly been neglecting that. Sure he has been spending plenty of time with you, cleaning, eating, studying and hanging out together, but he needs other people and parties too.

You don't want Caleb to grow sick of you because of how often you are in each others presence. But that comes with living with each other.

You would never grow tired of him. He at times manages to annoy you, or you end up fighting about trivial things, but nothing you can't fix quickly. Caleb's presence is soothing to you and seeing him all safe and sound with you calms your nerves nothing else can. You adore him and you couldn't imagine anyone else you could bare to stand for this long. But you can't expect the man to be that way too.

Besides the enticing thought of Caleb coming back home drunk, needing your care is just too good to pass up on, which is why you don't mind him going out with his friends too much.

Teasingly you remark, "In your dreams."

After pushing him about it, arguing how he has been basically a shut in for the past couple of weeks, he agrees to go. Making sure that you are okay with it multiple times.

How much more adorable could the man possibly get?

Caleb makes it certainly very hard to not eat him up.

As you both finish with your morning routine you resist the urge to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek. Just the usual.

The way he always says goodbye with such a charming smile makes you melt each and every time. Even in winter that sight manages to make you feel all hot inside. It is like he doesn't know what he is doing to you. Selfishly you always hope that you are the only one privy to that smile.

You go on about your day and as usual it is long. The courses of the Hunters Association certainly are no joke and by the end of the day you are, most often than not, beat. It is quite the intense work load you have to deal with each day and it is honestly challenging to keep up with rigorous training and the amount of studies.

Still, you can't help but enjoy the thought of becoming a hunter one day, which keeps you motivated to continue the hard work.

But you also enjoy a bit of free time every once in a while, which is why you have decided to relax a bit today instead of going out for drinks with Tara. As much as you love your friends, you also cherish your alone time every now and then. Besides, you'd like to be at home just in case Caleb really does get drunk and needs your help.

During the week you are often occupied with studying outside of school hours, so when the weekend comes around you tend to take some time for yourself and Caleb most of the time.

It does kind of suck to be left alone at home, but you know that you can't just hoard the man all to yourself, as much as you would want to. Being in his presence alone is such a treat.

Gosh, is it hard to let him fulfil his needs.

You smile to yourself as you leisurely lay on the couch with your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through social media waiting for Caleb to return home safe and sound. You have met Caleb's buddies before and you trust them enough to not pull any stupid stunts.

After you manage to score bulls eye with the gun on your first try when Caleb invited you to hang out with them, they have learned to respect you more, especially now that you are also professionally trained with one.

One hour after the next one passes until the sky turns dark and after you finished your shower a picture manages to catch your attention while lying in bed. Gideon posted a picture on his private social media account. He doesn't have a public one and you are honestly glad that you have requested to follow each other.

At first the picture is nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, it is a bit dark and also a bit blurry, but judging by the amount of shot glasses on the table you can deduce why. But the alcohol consumed doesn't bother you. Oh no, there is a much bigger more glaring contender for the reason why you are seeing red right now.

And it just so happens that she is sitting on Caleb's lap right now.

A. woman. Sitting. On. Caleb's. Lap.

Her face is covered in the crook of his neck and you don't need to put one and two together to understand what is happening here. Even if it wasn't clear enough what is happening, the red bruises on the other side of his neck and his shiny lips solidify your suspicions.

Oh that bitch, you think to yourself.

Usually you are all about being a girlies girl, but you draw the line when that involves your man.

Except he isn't yours. You shouldn't be mad. These are both consenting adults just having their fun together. And yet you can't stand it, not a single bit.

If anyone were to see you right now they would see you, oddly enough, scarily calm. No one would suspect you basically snapping right now. You feel like if anyone dared to touch you that you would explode right in their face. A ticking time bomb.

You really have no right to be possessive of Caleb, but it is not something you can easily control. You didn't choose to adore Caleb with every fibre of your being, you didn't choose to be this jealous whenever you see Caleb being a bit too friendly with another woman, but you can choose how you react to it.

And perhaps it is just all those little things which have build up, the frustration, longing, jealousy, throughout the years which have driven you into this sick idea which has implanted itself into your head.

Caleb, not surprisingly, doesn't return home that night and you are forced to fall asleep pissed off on the couch. You don't even realise when it happened. One moment you were stalking through Gideon's couple of pictures and stories he would post, most likely just for them to be deleted in shame the next day, waiting patiently for him to post more and the next you know you couldn't keep your eyes open.

The night was long, you stayed up so late fuming in your own anger and yet here you are rising right with the sun because you couldn't possibly fall back asleep after you remembered what you have seen. Now that the anger has mostly managed to pass, though still lingering together with the jealousy, sorrow has managed to weasel it's way into that burned in hole.

But the plan you hatched stubbornly remains and its temptation is impossible to ignore.

It may be an incredibly stupid plan and it could very well destroy your relationship with Caleb as you know it, but in the moment you can't really think rationally. The only word you can think about is 'mine'.

Someone has claimed him and marked him and the likelihood of there being more people who could claim the same just drives you further into executing your idea.

You get a message from Caleb that he will be returning home later than expected and you just leave him on read. You can not bring yourself to answer him right now, pretending like everything is fine when it is not.

Were you truly making yourself into a fool all this time?

Couldn't he have taken you like the desperate bitch you are?

Why not you?

When Caleb mentioned that he would come home later you didn't expect him to actually arrive as early as he does. It is around midday but it is still surprising that he dared to show his face around you at all.

Caleb looks tired and neither of you comment on the handful of faded markings against his skin.

You try your best to not glare, biting the inside of your cheek until it bleeds. It honestly only fuels your resolve to do what you set out to do.

"Is everything okay?", Caleb asks after you reject him cooking something for you.

"Why wouldn't I be?", you try to sound as normal as ever. He squints but relents noticing that you aren't budging at all.

You are glad that he decided to take a shower afterwards, his cologne mixed in with the perfume of the woman from the night before makes you want to break all the plates in the house. She should consider herself lucky that Gideon didn't post any pictures with her face in it, or else she might have never been able to step a foot in a club ever again.

Realistically though you wouldn't do anything to her, the stranger couldn't have known and neither her nor Caleb are at fault, because there is nothing wrong per say about what they did. But you just need to project your frustration out on someone and it is just so easy to blame everyone but yourself for the emotions you are experiencing.

After taking a shower you come up to him with a glass of water and some pills which are supposed to help with his hangover, at least that is what you tell him anyways. You smile at him sickeningly sweet and he smiles back at you, "Thank you pipsqueak"

He ruffles your hair affectionately and you feel your heart flutter and your mouth fill with a bitter taste. Someone was touched using that hand, someone other than you.

"Goodnight, sleep well", you take back the empty glass from him.

And just like that he disappears in his room.

That leaves you with plenty of time to finish up your preparations.

You already gotten the rope from the garden shed and prepared it. You wouldn't want the restrains to actually hurt him after all. Can't imagine that dealing with a hangover and rope burns would be any pleasant.

With the help of the internet you managed to burn away the stray fibres now you just need to rub some oil on them. That should do the trick.

After around four hours you make your way into his room.

Gently you let your hand run through his hair, pushing the stray strands to the side to be able to look at his peaceful expression. You have had many occasions to just look at him like that. Pretending to be scared of the dark certainly did the trick.

Caleb is so undeniably cute and handsome like this, he always is.

Your expression grows dark when you are reminded of the ugly hickeys on his neck, marring his beauty. Curiously your finger travels to one of them, running over the bruised skin, tentatively pressing against one of them. There aren't many but the handful that there are, no matter how faint, makes your hands shake.

There is no reaction from him and you take that as a sign to continue with the next step.

At this moment you are glad that Caleb is a light sleeper, it makes checking if the pills you gave him worked their magic or not easier.

You get the rope you left in front of his room just in case he woke up.

You thought about using a chair first, but even with the amount of training you do, you don't think that it would be all that easy to drag a limp Caleb onto it. Instead you tie his ankles and wrists spread out to the metal head and footboard. Thankfully Caleb has such a convenient bed to tie him up to.

It honestly makes you think about why you haven't done this sooner.

With all the time in the world you wait until the effect of the drug wears off. Affectionately you brush his cheek some, then his hair. You can't help but think that he is perfect like this. All yours, safe.

You just wish that he would see it too.

But it is fine.

You have all the time in the world.

Caleb's soft groans alert you that he is slowly waking up. Even though you haven't done anything so far, a jolt of excitement and adrenaline runs through you like a lightning bolt. You aren't sure if it is the anticipation, the fact that it is Caleb or the forbidden nature of it all, perhaps it is all three, but in the moment you don't care.

When Caleb opens up his eyes and realises that he can not move his limbs he looks up at you, "Pipsqueak?"

He resembles more a confused puppy than a man in panic and it makes you want to squish his cheeks. One day he will be the reason why your heart will stop with how adorable he is.

Now that he is awake you feel like it is safer to put a gag in his mouth. You don't have a proper one so you do have to improvise, but you reckon that a pair of clean socks and some rope should do the trick.

Still a bit weak Caleb doesn't resist much as you stuff his clean socks in his mouth and secure it with the rope. You would rather hear him in his full glory, but you also can't have him scream or bite you, unless it is for pleasure reasons.

You sit down on his lap and he looks at you confused. Not fighting the restrains, yet anyways, you think sorrowfully.

He makes a sound as if repeating himself, so you finally start enlightening him.

"Tell me Caleb", you start speaking innocently, "What did you do yesterday?"

The confusion doesn't leave his place and even if his mouth is tied it sounds like he is still trying to say something. Such a shame that you had to shut him up like that, you are very fond of his voice, some might say too fond.

"Let me give you a little reminder", your eyes narrow, your sweet demeanour which you have been putting on quick to dissipate as your hand travels up to his throat, pushing against the red markings.

As if caught with his hand in the cookie jar he turns away, blush spreading on his face and ears. Caleb doesn't blush often, a shame really, it always looks so precious, but when he does it is like a treat. His ears always turn such a beautiful crimson which you can only wish to bite into.

You run your tongue over your lower lip in anticipation.

This time Caleb doesn't try to even respond, either accepting his forced silencing or because he doesn't even have words to defend himself in the first place.

You slide yourself forward to grind against his dick as you lean closer to his face and the man can't hold back a gasp, forced to look up at you in surprise.

"You go around sleeping with another woman", you laugh without mirth, "or perhaps this isn't even your first one, while I am at home waiting for you to patiently take me", you admit bitterly.

You grind against the hardening dick, preening at the reaction of his body, as you continue, "All this time I have been dropping hints- I started to wonder if you either never noticed or you truly didn't want me-"

Absentmindedly you let your hand travel lower and lower, you can feel Caleb's chest rise and fall, his abdominal muscles tense under your touch and it makes your heart beat faster.

You ignore the muffled noises he makes, reaching to the bedside table as his eyes follow your hand.

Equipped with scissors you snip the air once for show, "But I am done with waiting Caleb."

The words make him shut up, leaving him staring at you with a wide eyed look. His eyes as expressive as always as you cut open his shirt right in the middle, presenting you with a sight which makes your mouth water already. You throw the utensil to the side as you lean down towards his neck.

"Wait- wait- what ngh!", Caleb speaks muffled, but whimpers instead when you start sucking against the sensitive skin on his neck. You despise that there are markings from someone other than you on him and so you decide to reclaim the territory which has never truly been yours to beginn with, but was always rightfully yours from the start.

The handful of red markings quickly turn purple under your attention and you ravel at the deep breaths and whimpers Caleb produces from under you. He tugs against the ropes, but finds himself helpless against their restrains.

No doubt something he isn't used to.

You can't hold off any longer as you give in to the temptation, licking around his outer ear, biting into the soft earlobe as if it was a treat. The sound which that elicits from him are heavenly.

You are far to occupied in this blissful moment to realise that he may wince but he doesn't try to get away from you.

With how he usually acts and with how impossible it is to usually shut him up you expected him to be on the louder side during stuff like this, but getting a confirmation and actually experience them first hand is another thing. You can't wait to force more out of him.

You pull back, sitting up straight to look at your work so far and you have to admit that you are very pleased. Many markings ranging from red to dark purple mark his flushed skin and even a bite mark here and there managed to sneak its way in from you. Your lips are red and they feel a bit sore, but with Caleb looking at you with half lidded eyes breathing just as heavily as you makes you ignore anything else.

One might think that he is actually enjoying himself.

"Much better", you purr as you run your hand let your fingers glide from his chin down his adam's apple down to his chest, "but I think that it doesn't suit the rest. Let's fix that."

You have seen Caleb shirtless plenty of times, even when he does wear shirts they sometimes don't leave much to the imagination. The sight usually makes your mouth run dry with a want to bite down on any skin visible. To touch and to enjoy to your hearts content.

There is a reason why you can't work out with Caleb. Every time he would come home after a work out, all sweaty and red in the face. It is embarrassing how often you thought about just licking his back clean off the sweat. You don't even want to begin to think what unholy thoughts you would have while he is groaning on the different work out machines, muscles flexing, hair sticking to his face.

Back then of course you didn't think you would find yourself sitting on his crotch exploring his body with your mouth.

You lick your way from his neck to his chest and he arches into you as you arrive at one of his pecks. Even though you know he is safely secured by the rope you still reach over to his arms and brush them up and down. You appreciate the strong muscle tensing up under your touch and you let your tongue swirl over one of his nipples experimentally.

Even though you aren't sure if his are sensitive or not you are very pleased to hear that they are as Caleb's moans intensify. It is truly a shame that you can't hear them in their full glory, but you win some you lose some. You can't help but smile to yourself as you start flicking your tongue over the hard nub. But you don't just stay and lick, no, you have your fun with it. You decide to enjoy yourself to the fullest as you suck, bite and pinch his nipples until their are red.

"Mmmm! Mpfff-!", Caleb tries to communicate with you but can't and it is clearly frustrating him.

Even though it wasn't your plan to make him frustrated, you can't help but enjoy it. That is for choosing someone else other than you. You bite and suck and soon enough his chest matches his neck, if not even more purple. You can't lie, you kind of lose yourself in marking him, that is until a sudden loud yelp wakes your up from your hypnotised state.

You look up to Caleb concerned and notice that he has his eyes clenched shut as if in pain. You took a look down and notice the white teeth marks you left behind, slowly reddening.

"Did that hurt?", you lean forward to him, putting your hand over his cheek as he looks at you just to shake his head in no. You lightly bite his cheek lightheartedly, but warn him with seriousness, "Don't you ever dare to lie to me. Do you understand that."

To which he can only nod.

Something inside you feels satisfaction at seeing him so compliant.

You sure love those beautiful eyes of his.

As you adjust yourself you realise that you have failed to pay attention to a little something which is basically begging for your touch. Your breath hitches as you realise what you actually wanted to do here. All this marking, kissing and worship of this body has been more than you could ever ask for, but to go as far as to go all the way would be a dream come true.

One which you are going to make true.

You try to push away the voice telling you that it is not the way you wanted it to go, but the prospect of spoiling him rotten with your attention takes priority. You want to show off.

You slide of lower, Caleb letting out a moan as you slide off the clothed length. You find your way in between his forcefully spread out legs. Realisation hits that you should have probably considered taking his clothes before tying him up, but you didn't know if you could have hold off until he would wake up if he would be all naked.

The scissors find their way back in your hands and you tease Caleb a bit. Taking the tip of the blade and letting it slowly drag over the fabric where his penis is. Looking up to see his reaction you see him staring at you enraptured, holding his breath as if his dick depended on it.

You can't help but smile cockily at the display.

You would love to continue to tease him, but you can feel yourself grow needier and needier. You aren't sure if you can hold off that long until you burst without even being touched at all. With a few careful cuts the pants are completely out of the way, exposing his thick legs and boxers.

You lean down to the drop of pre-cum which has managed to leak through. Caleb and you maintain eye contact as you do. Your hot breath manages to elicit a groan of pleasure and a shiver.

"Don't look at me with those puppy dog eyes Caleb, it makes me want to eat you right up."

Caleb goes all still until he suddenly starts to thrash against the ropes as if he could just suddenly snap them. He tries to complain but nothing is understandable because of the gag.

You let your hands run up and down the inside of his thighs, hoping that it would be as enjoyable to him as it is to you. When he stops flailing around with the sounds of pleasure replacing the agitated words you take that as confirmation. Isn't he just so perfect for you?

There are no red spots or anything indicating that someone has been down there. Whoever he decided to bed yesterday didn't seem interested enough to get up and personal with his dick, or perhaps she did, but not really going all out.

You could just start sucking him off, would probably feel nice if you finally did after all that build up so far. But you aren't doing this to be done with it, you are doing it to enjoy it. This might be the first and last time something like this will happen so you have to take advantage of it. And besides, Caleb deserves to get worshipped.

He always pushes you behind himself, always treating you like this fragile thing, which sometimes does feel nice. But when he gets hurt or when he wants something he pushes that away in favour of not seeming week or for your sake. You want to show him how well you can treat him, how well you want to treat him, how he deserves it.

Caleb whines, seemingly impatient, when you start licking from his knees up to his strong thighs, peppering kisses here and there. You feel your pussy clench on nothing as the thought crosses your mind that if there were no restrains that those very thighs could probably crush your head if they wanted to.

Like a chew toy you gnaw at the unmarked flesh. You notice that Caleb tries to bring his thighs together to create some friction, anything to finally get off the edge, but you push his legs apart continuing to do anything but give him the attention he wants. It truly is a paradox for you, on one hand you want to pleasure him until he knows nothing else but that and on the other you discovered that you love watching him squirm.

Maybe it is a bit of a retribution on his part for leaving you wanting more, even if he never realised it.

But you can be merciful. So with that you finally cut off the remaining garment from him. It certainly is weird being fully clothed while he is fully displayed like that. All vulnerable, at your mercy and yours alone.

Forever.

He is yours.

Caleb's dick stands at attention, leaking and ready for the taking. You breath heavily as you look at him, his face all flushed and you truly believe that there is no prettier person than him on this whole world.

With a kiss to his tip you test the waters. There is the slightest push upwards, but it is quickly stopped by his muscles tensing up, clearly not wanting to push into you. You ignore the pang of hurt and you continue in your obsessive haze.

This is for him after all. Anything for him.

You slowly ease yourself into sucking him off. First you start of small with the tip, helping out with your hand on the base of it, further and further you inch lower and lower forcing incredibly lewd sounds out of Caleb. To your disappointment you can't seem to find a way to fit him in the whole way, you didn't expect it to be such a challenge, but you are still determined to make it work.

You decide to take a break in enveloping him in your mouth, instead licking it from the bottom to the top, teasingly giving it a kiss once every while. Every time you look up to gauge his reaction he is always looking at you, even if sometimes he barely is able to hold his eyes open. Your hands find their way at his balls as they massage them and that makes him buck into your further. A muffled sound follows which sounds like he is trying to apologise.

You don't respond, instead putting him back in your mouth, his whole dick already covered in your saliva and pre already. It doesn't really taste all that exciting, it is a bit salty but other than that you were expecting more. Nonetheless you continue your assault on both his dick and his balls.

But you still have one ace up your sleeve which you want to try out.

While one hand is helping you out stroking the dick at the bottom and your mouth takes care of the upper half, your other hand leaves his balls and trails down to his taint to press into it.

It seems you have done the right thing as Caleb pushes so far into your mouth all of a sudden, basically screaming in pleasure. You suppress the need to cough, but decide to continue stroking his dick with your hand for now, not sure if you could continue sucking him off like that without making any noises while he continues to arch into your touch like that.

Words try to leave the man's mouth and you are pretty sure they are curses with how he tries to spit them out. You continue your massage of the taint, trying to find the sweet speed and pressure to apply. There are tears in Caleb's eyes as he starts to start to tense up, he is going to cum soon.

In your fantasies you most often than not swallow and you want to do it now too. So you will yourself to replace your hand with your lips and go as far as you can. Convulsing Caleb spills himself into your mouth and you try to swallow it down as quickly as possible. His legs are shaking for a few seconds as he cums.

When you swallow down most of the load you clean up his dick from whatever managed to spill from the corners of your mouth by licking it up. He wines, seemingly a bit sensitive.

After running your hand over your mouth, making sure you left nothing you come up to him and whisper into his ear, "And? Are you still thinking of returning to some other bitch?"

You want to touch yourself so badly. Your pussy has been clenching and dripping the whole way through and you aren't sure who you have been edging more, Caleb or yourself. Well at least now Caleb got his release.

As he recovers you gently kiss up his jaw, sometimes lower on his neck, letting your hands travel across his sides and chest.

In between the pecks you praise him, "You did so well, you know that? If I would have known that you would put on this kind of show I would have done this much sooner."

A tear runs down his cheek as Caleb shakes on the ropes as if suddenly they would just magically be more loose. You smooch the droplet away, "You really should be proud of yourself."

"I honestly am sorry for what I am about to do", you say on a more serious note as if you are suddenly experiencing a moment of clarity, as you remove yourself from him. He tries to protest, but you don't pay him much mind as you continue, "But what you did was so-"

You finally find a word as you lean down to take off your pants, not facing the man, "-silly."

"I have been in your life for so long, doing anything in my power to get your attention and yet it seems that no matter what I do it doesn't work."

Your shirt is thrown to the side as you are left with only your underwear on, not wearing any bra at home.

"I am sorry Caleb, because I feel like I have deceived you all this time, but I have to admit to you that", sorrowfully you smile as him as you finally turn to face him, "I am quite the selfish woman."

The last piece of clothing is removed and Caleb stares at you up and down, eyes travelling open wide as if unsure what to look at first. But you don't really pay attention to his face, just like usually when you pull a wild stunt for your sanity you rather prefer to live in uncertainty, believing that he is liking what he sees.

It would break the whole illusion if he looked at you with disgust and you can't have that.

You find your way onto his thighs again, sitting down on them. As if returning to a certain headspace you close your eyes and run your hands over his thighs up to his sides up and down, biting onto your lip to cancel out any gasp that threatens to escape.

It doesn't take long for you to lose yourself in him again, you are pleasantly surprised when you see him rock hard again, waiting for you patiently. You feel so exposed and even though it feels weird to be exposed like this you can't help but also feel thrilled at the thought that Caleb is looking at you.

It isn't a thought, it is reality.

You slide the condom you picked up before onto his cock. As much as you love him you don't think you are ready for kids with him yet.

Would he even want kids?

Even though you think that Caleb would be amazing father you don't let your thoughts wander about it while you are about to ride him like there is no tomorrow.

As you hover above his dick you help to align it with the help of you hand. When you feel the tip at your entrance you ask Caleb absentmindedly, "Can you forgive me?"

After which you proceed to stretch yourself open on him. Trying but failing at the moan that escapes you as you do. You are glad that you have sucked him off beforehand so you at least could mentally prepare yourself at how impressive his size is. As much as you want to slam yourself down on it you aren't able to. Slowly but surely you let yourself slide onto it.

"Your- mmm- so big-", you gasp as you manage to finally take it all in.

You stay like that for a moment, smiling to yourself and putting your hand on your stomach as if there would be a dent on it.

He is inside you.

You are connected.

He is in you.

You are his and he is yours.

You have never been closer than this in your life and it makes you so incredibly happy.

You don't even realise when the tears enter your eyes but you don't let yourself cry, even if it is purely out of joy. You may have tested your luck today at what he might have liked, but remembering at how he always acts whenever you cry for whatever reason you think that you crying would kind of be a mood killer.

For a moment you close your eyes and ravel under the feeling of him reaching deep inside of you, you squeezing him tightly. You could probably stay like this for hours, connected to him just like that.

And just like that you forget about anyone who has been able to feel this before you. It is just you and him, the whole entire world gone. He is safe and he is with you. In you.

It takes a minute but eventually you start lifting yourself up, bracing yourself on his chest to do so more easily. You are lucky for the work outs you have been getting at the Association, because even with it it is still a challenge to rise up and down.

Your moans mix together beautifully, even if ones are muffled and the others are suppressed.

"You don't know how much Ahhh- I have fantasised-", you moan as you confess, "Mmpf about this."

You lean over to him, stopping your slow but consistent pace to whisper into his ear, "For you to be only mine."

Now and forever.

All he can do in response is lean into you as much as he can and shudder.

You rise your hips, filled with new determination as you start slamming down on him at a merciless pace. You make sure to praise him plenty as you take him. His dick disappears in you in and out and in and out and you could swear that you are seeing stars.

As much as you feel like rubbing your clit, you prioritise your speed and rhythm at which you are slamming down on Caleb's cock. You want him to feel good, as if you could convince him with your pussy that this is the right choice, that you are the right and only choice.

As if this was a choice in the first place.

"Fuck- I am going to- Caleb!", you can't conceal your whimper as you finish on his dick.

You realise that he hasn't so you keep going through your sensitivity. Your legs are feeling shaky, but you are still going, perhaps not as strong, but you are continuing. You want him to finish, you need him to finish. Usually you wouldn't push for another orgasm, but at this rate you feel like you will have to.

Thankfully Caleb doesn't take all too long to cum again, looking just as blissful as the first time.

Even though you feel a bit overstimulated, you keep him inside you. The warmth in you is pleasant and you lay down on his chest while his limp cock rests in you. You don't look up to him, just laying him listening to his steady heartbeat. It feels comforting, reminds you of all the nights the two of you have laid in each others arms, sometimes wasting hours at a time talking about anything and everything and others not breaking the silence at all.

You know that you couldn't leave him like this forever.

But for this moment you let yourself pretend.

He is yours and you are his.

You can not contain your racing heartbeat when you glide your finger across his other peck, across all the purple spots. So pretty knowing that they are from you and you alone.

It might have been minutes or maybe it was hours but you do eventually leave his warmth, both of you moaning out when his dick leaves your cunt. You throw away the used condom and put on your shirt and underwear.

You can hear Caleb's muffled protest as you leave the room, just to return with a glass of water and a wet rag. You clean him. Wipe down his face from his sweat, then his neck and chest. It is nice to see that you haven't hallucinated all of those markings that you have made.

You grin teasingly, "Eager are we?"

Caleb turns his head the other way, a slight blush noticeable on his cheeks as you clean his hard dick. It is honestly cute, so eager. So while you are wiping down his thighs with one hand you start pupming his dick with the other. It goes by relatively quickly and the contents which leave are rather lacking, but it impressive that there was anything at all shooting out.

Quickly you clean it with your mouth after which you wipe it down with the towel.

You mentally prepare yourself as you slowly undo his gag. He firstly tries to spit out the lint left in his mouth. You hold up his head so he can drink and clean his mouth.

Caleb breaths heavily as if he has ran a marathon, lips temptingly red and glossy from the water. You watch the stray droplet roll down his jaw.

You don't wait up for Caleb, instead reaching for the first knot on the headboard. Those didn't look like that when you first tied them. They weren't loose enough to let the man escape, clearly, but it is as if someone was trying to undo them.

His Evol.

With a raspy voice Caleb pipes up, "Someone kept distracting me."

Why isn't he shouting? Why isn't he mad? Not like you would ever want him to, but this is a horrendous breach of trust you just committed, worse.

What the fuck did you do?!

You tear your gaze away, disgusted with yourself. With sloppy movement you get one tie off the other until Caleb's limbs are all untied, though the man doesn't fight you at all. You feel like breaking down in sobs, begging him for his forgiveness, for anything really?

"I-", you start, not daring to look at him as you turn to leave. You can't do this anymore.

You should have stayed more cautious around him, perhaps suppressing yourself would have been better.

But then there is a hand wrapped around your wrist and you look back.

"Are you going to leave me now?", he asks.

"Can we at least talk about it pipsqueak?"

You break at the nickname and give him a new pair of boxers and shirt, you would have been too distracted to talk with all of him still exposed like that.

When Caleb realises that you left plenty of space between the two of you when sitting down on his bed he inches closer to the point of your thighs touching. He takes your shaking hand into his and he asks, "Was what you said true? That you want me to be yours?"

You mutter to yourself, "I am sorry, I haven't been completely honest with you. All this time I- I am fucked in the head Caleb. I want you. I want you all to myself in every way possible. I have always been fine with just staying like this, but I just can't deny that I am incredibly jealous of all the women who have come before me. I sometimes just-"

Hesitation won't delay the clear truth so you painfully continue, "want to lock you in my room so there is no one else but me who you could possibly love."

A hand finds its way on your cheek and you are met with Caleb's face inches before your face, "But pips, I already am all yours."

"Really? Then why the woman yesterday? Don't try to fool me, I know what happened."

Caleb does seem ashamed, but explains, "Do you know what you do to me? What it does to me when I see you in my clothes, you walking around in those pretty panties of yours? I don't think you can fathom what you do to me each and every day you look at me and smile. It is so hard to keep my hands off of you, to not do something which I might have regretted. Not because I don't want to touch you, but because I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"I have wanted you for a long, long", Caleb inches closer to your face, each word coming out quieter and quieter, "long, long time."

And just like that your lips connect and you stare at him wide eyed in shock. Tears make their way into them and you close your eyes, indulging yourself deeper into the innocent kiss. It is soft, gentle, not greedy like you have been all this time.

Softly your tongues start to dance across each other, saliva mixes together until you don't recognise whose mouth is where. It is so dizzying and the way Caleb holds you close on the back of his head is so reassuring.

Yours, yours, yours.

You push him softly, out of breath and he looks at you with those incredibly attractive bedroom eyes.

With the last sane brain cell you warn him, "Caleb, you don't know what you are getting yourself into-"

But he doesn't even let you present your case against being with you, instead he admits, "Oh, I think it is adorable how you think that I should be the one to be worried. I am so relieved that you want me and I am not letting you go now. Ever. You are mine and I am yours. Please don't tell me that you are tearing this away from me, please don't tell me that this was all a dream."

And it is those gosh darn puppy dog eyes. 

He whispers into your ear as he leans in for another kiss, "You couldn't be possibly so cruel to me, could you?"

And you lose yourself, deeper and deeper you go. 

Validated in your obsessive love, nurtured by Caleb, like the first summer rays making the flowers bloom in spring.