From Substitute To Queen. Chapter 80

"Shut up." His voice dropped an octave, commanding and cold. "It's my turn now."

He pulled the tie free from his collar. "Hands up."

I hesitated only a moment before raising my arms above my head. He wrapped the silk tie around my wrists, binding them together.

"There," he said, admiring his handiwork. "Much better."

His fingers traced down my arms to my shoulders. "You were so forward with that stranger," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "It made me... angry."

In one quick movement, he stripped away my panties. His hands gripped my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach.

The first slap to my ass caught me by surprise.

"That's one," he said calmly.

"Ah!" I cried out, the sting quickly blooming into something more pleasurable.

His palm caressed the spot he'd just struck. "Want me to continue?" He leaned down, his teeth grazing the curve of my buttock.

"I didn't—I swear I never act like that with anyone else," I pleaded.

Another slap landed on the opposite cheek. "No? Then why were your hands all over me like you'd done it a thousand times before?"

I gasped, squirming beneath him. "Because... because deep down I knew it was you..."

He paused, his hand resting on the small of my back. "Is that right?" His voice softened slightly. "Then tell me, Sable. Who do you belong to?"

"You," I whispered. "Only you."

I felt his weight shift on the bed. His fingers worked at the knot binding my wrists. Once free, I turned to watch him unbutton his shirt.

"Put this on," he commanded, holding the white garment out to me.

I rose to my knees, taking the shirt and slipping my arms through the sleeves. The fabric engulfed me, still warm from his body and carrying his scent.

Caelan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me kneeling on the bed in his shirt. The sleeves hung past my fingertips, the collar dipping low to reveal the curves of my breasts.

"Now," he said, his voice husky with desire, "tell me what you want, baby."

I lay back against the pillows, spreading my legs in invitation. "I want you."

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Be specific," he teased. "Tell me exactly what you want."

My cheeks burned, but I held his gaze. "I want you to fuck me."

He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside.

We both moaned as he filled me completely.

"Tight," he grunted, holding still to let me adjust.

I lifted my hips, taking him deeper. "Move."

His thrusts started slow and deep, each one sending sparks of pleasure through my body. His pace gradually increased, the bed frame creaking beneath us.

I clutched at the sheets. Sweat beaded on my forehead as his thick length stretched me, hitting spots that made me see stars.

"There," I gasped, guiding his angle. "Right there."

Caelan adjusted his position, making sure each thrust hit exactly where I needed it. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our heavy breathing.

"I'm close," I warned, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Without warning, he flipped me over.

"On your knees," he ordered. "Ass up."

I complied, positioning myself as he demanded. He entered me from behind in one smooth thrust.

"Oh god," I cried out. "So deep... ah!"

His hands reached around to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"Feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.

"Yes... ah... Caelan... I can't..." My voice broke on a sob as the pressure built inside me.

He pounded into me relentlessly, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room. The place where we joined was slick, his cock glistening with my arousal.

Caelan bent forward, his tongue tracing a hot path up my spine. His thrusts became faster, harder. The combination of sensations pushed me over the edge.

White-hot pleasure exploded behind my eyelids. My body convulsed as I came, wetness gushing between my thighs. I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.

Before I could recover, Caelan flipped me onto my back. He spread my trembling legs apart.

Thinking he wanted more, I quickly closed them. "No more, Caelan. I'm exhausted."

He pried my knees apart again. "Relax, baby. I'm just going to clean you up."

His head dipped between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my sensitive flesh, gathering the evidence of my pleasure. When he flicked against my clit, I gasped, oversensitive and still quivering.

After we showered, we lay in bed together, my head resting on his chest. The alcohol had mostly worn off, leaving me clearheaded but tired.

"Why did you come to the bar tonight?" I asked.

His fingers combed through my damp hair. "Your voice sounded off when you called. I was worried about you."

I looked up at him. "So you heard everything I said?"

"About not being good enough for me?" He rolled over, pinning me beneath him. "Sabi, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you."

"That's not true," I protested, my voice faltering. "Caelan, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

I hesitated, Darrell's words echoing in my mind. "Why are you so good to me?"

He blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I remember... before I turned fifteen, we met a few times. You were always so cold toward me." I bit my lip. "But after my mom died, you suddenly started being nice—tutoring me, bringing me food... Why?"

Silence stretched between us for several seconds.

Finally, he stroked my cheek. "I felt sorry for you. I couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain."

"Is that all?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice.

His hand paused, then he laughed softly. "What else would it be? You don't think I fell in love with you when you were fifteen, do you? I'm not a pedophile. Though I have to admit, you were pretty even then."

I snuggled closer to him. "Whatever your reasons, I'm grateful you were there for me during that time."