Chapter 27 Losing Control
Elsie
His lips were urgent, his tongue commanding. I could only hold onto his shoulders, feeling the thick muscles in his back tense up.
He spun me around, backing me up to his huge, heavy desk. He didn't stop kissing me.
His right hand swept everything off the surface. There was a loud, violent crash. The large monitor, his phone, the heavy laptop, and thick stacks of important papers were scattered everywhere on the floor. I heard the phone screen crack, but he didn't even flinch. He just cleared the space completely, focusing only on me.
He finally broke the kiss, dragging his lips across my jaw and down my neck. I gasped, leaning back against the cold, empty desk. My whole body was shaking.
“Caleb…” I whispered, though my voice came out unsteady.
He drew back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t name. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
My heart stumbled. “You don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do,” he said, his tone rough but low, the kind of voice that left no room for doubt. “Tell me to stop,” he said quietly, though there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his eyes.
I didn’t. I couldn’t. The air between us was thick with everything he’d been avoiding—every glance, every unsaid word.
“I’m not going to,” I breathed.
His jaw tightened, and a faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Then don’t blame me for what happens next.”
The words sent a shiver through me. I was soaked. My pussy is still sore from the ruthless way Jacob fucked me the previous night. My clit is throbbing from not just Caleb’s touch but from the effects of Aiden’s tongue brutally lashing on it.
Caleb's eyes, when he finally looked at me, were dark and full of heat. He was utterly dominant.
He lifted me effortlessly in one quick movement. He placed me on the desk, right in the center of the cold, polished wood.
He stepped back and looked at me. His hands moved to the thin fabric of my pants. He didn't hesitate; he tore the material down roughly, the sound of the ripping fabric loud in the sudden silence. Then, he pushed the skirt of my uniform up.
He stepped back again, his chest rising and falling heavily. He stood there for a long moment, just looking. His eyes moved slowly, taking in everything. I felt completely exposed, completely powerless, and suddenly beautiful under his hungry stare.
"You are perfection, Elsie," he breathed out, the first hint of genuine awe breaking through his control.
He placed one hand flat on the desk on either side of my body, trapping me. He leaned in close until his mouth was right next to my ear.
"Say my name," he commanded.
"Caleb," I whispered.
"Say what you are," he demanded, his voice dropping to a low growl.
"I am yours," I breathed out, the words stolen from me.
"Good," he muttered. "You will be quiet now, and you will belong only to me."
I hear the sound of his zipper coming down. Cleb spread my legs apart and I felt the head of his cock pressing against the entrance of my pussy, bare and hot. He was impossibly long and thick. Maybe a little bigger than Jacob’s.
He shoved forward in one hard thrust, sinking his cock balls-deep into me. He didn’t move. He just held his cock deep inside of me. My legs were shaking even, and despite myself, I tried not to orgasm on his thick, rigid length that instant. When he finally thrusts, I let out a soft scream, biting back to not scream louder.
It felt so fucking good, pumping in and out of me in one, two, three hard thrusts, filling me up, and when he pulls himself free, my pussy clenches tightly, wanting that fullness back, aching for him.
"Holy fuck, you’re perfect. And mine. All fucking mine,” he roared as he slammed into me again, this time in one earth-shattering thrust. I swear he just ripped me in half. And I want more. So much more.
“Yes, yes…” I yelled over and over as he set a relentless pace.
“I can’t stop,” he choked out. “I’m sorry, princess, I can’t… holy shit,” he grunts as he thrusts in and out of me, stuffing me full of his dick and filling me full to bursting.
I claw at his back, already starting to lose control. “Don’t stop,” I whimpered. I shook and was tense and prepared for the onslaught of sensations to overpower me completely. “More,” I begged, clinging to him and meeting him thrust for thrust.
My body took over, leaving my mind spinning and sputtering as I wiggled my hips. I’ve craved his touch, both rough and tender.