Bella
“This is ridiculous. Trent just got here an hour ago and you expect him to just go off on his own in this huge place?”
“Why do you care? You told me something was missing between you two anyways.”
“That has nothing to do with human decency. The guy came all this way because he was worried about me. That means something.”
“It means he wants to deflower you then leave you. I know men.”
“You know how you are. Not all men are womanizers.”
The door to Cal’s office closes behind us and I take a seat on the couch against the back wall. I pick up one of the chess pieces, look at it, then set it back down on an empty square.
“Can we just get on with this conference call, so I can at least do some sort of work while I’m here.”
He takes slow steps in my direction, each one causing my heart to flutter. “The call isn’t until seven o’clock tonight. Barbara is on the West Coast.”
“So you lied, even though you claim to be truthful.”
“I lied to get you away.”
Cal kneels down in front of the round glass table holding the chessboard. Picking up a rook, he moves it up. “He’s not staying. You do realize that, don’t you?”
I pick up another piece and move it. “You just put him in a room, didn’t you?”
Cal moves another rook, likely guarding his queen. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. If you want him to go home and tell your parents about how miserable you seem here, fine. Let them worry. Otherwise, you can send him on his merry way and tell him you’ll see him when you get back.”
The last thing I want is for my parents to worry or lose their jobs. I truly believe Cal would go to those lengths to keep me here. I still haven’t read over the contract because he basically spelled it all out for me. My hands are tied for the next six months.
“He’ll be more worried if I make him leave tonight. Give it until morning and I’ll break things off.”
Cal chastises me when he thinks I screwed up. Now I get one night to punish him, but I can promise it won’t be as satisfying as the decree I received.
“Fine. But you stay the hell away from his room. You two will only communicate if I am there.”
“Controlling much?”
“Yes. Yes, I am.” He sets his pawn down, taking my king. “Check.”
I look up at him as he stands, rounding the table with his gaze set on me. My palms dampen as I drop back onto the couch in defeat.
Using his thumb, he tips my chin and hovers his lips over mine. “I didn’t like seeing you kiss him.”
Tingles ride downward from his touch. “I don’t like seeing you leave strange rooms with women.”
“So you were jealous?” He smirks against my mouth.
“Were you?”
“More jealous than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I could have killed him with my bare hands.”
Cal drops the weight of his body on me and devours my mouth like he’s trying to make me forget my kiss with Trent. Not that it was anything like this. Kissing Cal is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
His knee presses between my legs, grating against my crotch. “Let me fuck you so good you never want to look at another man again.”
I moan into his mouth when the friction of his knee intensifies. I’m a terrible person for wanting this while Trent is here. Regardless, right now, I want Cal inside of me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I’m anticipating it will be painful. My insides feel bruised and swollen, but I don’t stop him as he grabs me by my waist and flips me over onto my knees. My hands grip the back of the couch as he teases the skin of my lower back with the tips of his fingers, leaving goosebumps in his path. My pants come down, along with my underwear, hugging my knees. The sound of his zipper going down has my nipples puckering against my bra.
“Are you still taking the pill?” he asks from behind me.
“Mmhmm.”
“Good girl.” He groans before curling his fingers inside of me.
My back bends as he pumps them at just the right pace, sending a rush of adrenaline through me. I roll my hips as he swirls his fingers inside, loosening me up for what’s coming next.
I reach my hand back in search of his hardness and find it pressed against my ass cheek. My fingers wrap around his girth and I stroke him to the best of my ability in this position. A pleasurable moan rips through me when he uses his thumb to circle my clit.
With the way he’s working his fingers, I’ll be coming before he even puts his cock inside of me. Cal takes my hand off him but doesn’t stop fingering me.
I look over my shoulder to see if something’s wrong.
“You keep that up and we’ll be finished before we start.”
Suddenly, he picks up his pace, bringing out another moan from me, this time louder. No matter how hard I try to quiet myself, even with my face pressed into the couch, it’s no use. Everything he does feels so good, and when I think it can’t get any better, he flicks his finger just right, sending me over the edge again.
“Scream for me, baby.”
He goes knuckle-deep, and I feel my walls close around him. Not holding back, I cry out in euphoria. “Ugh. Oh God, Cal.”
“That’s right. Say my name.” He smacks a hand to my ass and I buck my hips outward.
Just as I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers out and slides his dick inside of me. “Come around my dick, Bella.” His fingers grip my hips, and he power drives himself into me.
He completely fills me up with his dick, and it fits perfectly. It’s like I was molded just for him. Arching my back, I lift my head and close my eyes while my nails burrow into the thick leather of the couch.
Something cold on my skin alarms me and I turn my head to see Cal dragging the queen chess piece over my ass cheek. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin, and I immediately know he’s got something planned.
“Take a deep breath.” His voice is raspy and his eyes offer a warning.
I do as I’m told, anxious for him to continue so I can come, although my hands begin trembling out of worry of what he’s about to do.
The tip of the chess piece enters my asshole and my lower half jolts. I tug forward slightly, but he grabs my hips and pulls me back into place and begins fucking me again.
“Cal?” I say in question, “What are you doing?” It’s a dumb question. I know exactly what he’s doing. I may have been a virgin up until recently, but I do know what an anal plug is, although, I’ve never had one inside of me and never cared to, but Cal makes me do a lot of things I never thought I’d do.
It’s cold and foreign, spreading me apart slightly with a tinge of pain, but nothing unbearable. As he picks up his pace, moving his cock in and out of me, he pushes the chess piece deeper, causing me to shriek. He begins twisting and turning it, but the pain subsides quickly and all I can focus on is his pelvic bone writhing against mine as he fucks my pussy.
My hips roll and I meet him thrust for thrust. He picks up his pace, and I bite down on my lip, trying to control my outburst as I orgasm around his dick.
Cal grunts, his breathing rapid and labored. He digs so deep inside of me that I can feel him in my stomach. Freezing, he fills me up with his cum and stops turning the chess piece.
In a swift motion, he slides his dick out and replaces it with his fingers. I revel beneath him. A new and exciting sensation flows through me and I feel myself gush with liquid in his hand. I’m not sure what happened, but it feels so damn good, and I don’t want it to stop.
Sounds I didn’t know I could make escape me as I come undone around his fingers.
I feel out of control, like my body is not my own as I’m struck with insatiable heat.
Cal moans in delight and keeps going until I do it again, squirting my juices all over. It hits the couch and my legs and doesn’t ease up as he digs his fingers farther inside of me.
“Fuck, Cal. I’m… Oh God,” I scream in ecstasy.
He growls like a beast and I finally pull away, stopping him because I’m not sure my body can take much more. My head is spiraling, my mouth parched.
Once I settle down a bit, I feel embarrassed about the mess around me. I drop my ass and turn around, tucking my knees as I sit on the spill. “I’m sorry.”
Cal chortles, which calms my nerves a tad. “What the hell are you sorry about? That was sexy as hell.”
“Is that normal?” I feel stupid for even asking, but I didn’t know it was possible for a woman to…ejaculate.
“Yeah, it’s normal. It means you’ve got a gift, and I happen to love the fuck out of it. Not all women squirt, but those who do experience the best orgasms.”
Squirt? God, just the word itself makes my cheeks blush.
Cal walks into the bathroom and returns with a towel and hands it to me. I fold it in my lap as I tug my soaked pants up and adjust my shirt in place. I still feel like my head is in a cloud, like I’m stuck in this euphoric state. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my forehead. “Then I can’t wait to make you do it again.”
My heart squeezes at the gentleness of his kiss. The softness in his words. It’s eye-opening and right now, all I want to do is take a shower then lie in bed and let him hold me until I fall asleep.
One day. Maybe.
“Trent is in his room, so you can go to yours and get changed.” He begins tapping on his phone as he talks to me. “Paulina will be doing rounds soon for laundry, so we can get those cleaned for you.” He looks up. “I meant what I said, Bella. You are not to be alone with him.”
Then he leaves. He just leaves me sitting on his couch in my own fluid.
“Thanks for the multiple orgasms,” I mumble as the door latches shut.
