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The Way He Looks at You Series
Act I: The Way He Looks at You
Chapter 3: The Way He Dresses You
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Cal lands the ship with ease and you observe his hands, drawn to his every movement. He has left you repeatedly wanting more, and your brain wants to memorize any movement that it could use to fantasize. His long and slender fingers grip the controls in a delicate yet expert manner, as though it takes little effort for him to command anything. He exerts no more force than exactly what any moment requires. He is very aware of his own power.
That is all the input you need to let your thoughts run wild. He’s so cool and collected. You imagine him lazily pumping his fingers into you while examining your face for each response. He looks like he is barely doing any work to draw the sounds of pleasure from your lips. His expression remains focused only on you, easily creating the exact melody of small noises he wants to hear.
Occasionally curling his fingers with his own measured inhale, pressing hard and rubbing the area slowly and with purpose. Once his lungs are full of air, he exhales slowly while pulling his fingers mostly out of your weeping hole. He then continues to pump at an agonizing pace, maybe brushing his thumb once or twice against your sensitive bud, but never lingering long enough to allow you the pleasure you crave. He wants to draw this out, and will only allow your release when he deems the moment right, if he allows it at all.
Cal turns his head to the left, glancing back at you out of the corner of his eye. A look of interest before turning back to continue the landing sequence. You hold your breath for a moment, trying to calm down, then look down at your lap. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your body has reacted to the fantasy and is now desperate to be touched.
Once the Scythe is firmly on the ground, Cal rotates his chair to face you. There is a long silence that follows, he observes while you look up at him through your eyelashes. You feel anxious but not intimidated, you can’t help but want to see his expression every time he watches you.
“You’ll stay close to me unless I order you otherwise.” He says. He looks like he wants to say something more.
You nod in understanding, eyes dropping to his full lips before you can stop them. It takes an honest effort to force them back upwards, but when you manage he is squinting slightly with interest.
“I don’t suppose you can control your thoughts more?” He asks, though he already knows the answer.
“I can try.” You say weakly, but you think you may be lying.
“So needy.” Is the last thing he says before he stands and lowers the loading door.
You release yourself from your seat and follow him, attempting to match his stride. You wonder if he feels the same craving that you feel, if he is resisting giving in to it. Maybe he doesn’t need to resist because listening to your lust is enough. Perhaps his own desire is to hear how badly you want him.
Part of you wonders if you could make him needy, this whole time all your fantasies have been about how you want to be touched. You haven’t attempted to make him listen to how you would touch him in return. Just as you imagine dropping to your knees in front of Cal, he turns around hastily and grabs your right upper arm. He leans in close to your ear, pulling your chest against his own. You stumble forward into his grip.
“Do not actively attempt to break my focus if you wish to get what you want.” He whispers dangerously in your ear. He releases you just as quickly and does not even glance in your direction before turning away to continue walking down the street.
You are a bit shaken by his aggression, but you now know exactly where the line is. You don’t miss the fact that he punished you before turning away. The realization of how easily controlled you were by his eyes becomes apparent. You don’t want to do anything that will cause him to take them from you again.
You continue to follow, apologizing to him in your mind. It hurts more than you thought it would and your mind stays relatively silent for the rest of the journey, only wanting him to look at you again.
Cal comes to a stop outside of a local eatery, he presses a couple credits into your palm.
“Feed yourself and do not leave this location, I will retrieve you when my business is complete.” He looks at your sternly, demanding you compliance.
“Yes, Thirteenth Brother.” You say, determined to keep his favor and relieved that he has looked at you again.
He gestures for you to enter the eatery before he leaves. You turn and walk inside and look around. Finding a place to sit, you glance towards the entrance, but Cal has already left. There’s a quiet moment of emptiness in being alone again, but you know he will return for you, and that is enough.
Using Cal’s credits, you order yourself food and drink. You are unsure how often you will have access to food so you try to fill up as much as possible. You take your time, enjoying the meal. Working for the Rebellion meant that things were tight, you mostly cooked for yourself. It’s nice to enjoy a meal that was made well by someone else.
After your meal you go to use the bathroom near the back of the building. Coming out of the stall you look at your reflection in the mirror. You use your hands to cup water from the faucet and scrub the old tears off your face. Trying to clean up your overall appearance, you’d like to look as attractive as possible before Cal returns. You use the water and a finger to clean your mouth as well. Finger combing your hair and wetting it slightly so that it can dry back to its original shape.
Once you finish grooming, you head back to your table, unsure what to do with your time. You spot the paper napkin dispenser on the far end of the table and pull a few out. Absentmindedly folding and refolding the squares, trying to create shapes. You used to fold paper for fun as a child but it’s been so long that you can’t really remember the tricks. It is entertaining enough to pass the time.
A while later, you feel a hand on your shoulder and look up. You have been so involved in your project that you didn’t realize that Cal had returned. Glancing back down at your pathetic attempt at folding a Star Destroyer, it’s really just a glorified triangle. You crumple your mess and place it on your empty plate then stand to follow Cal. You can see he is holding a brown flat package under his arm, wondering if that is the cause for your visit to this planet.
Once outside the eatery, he leads you down the same streets back towards the ship. He takes a turn that you weren’t expecting, leading to a dirty alleyway. Once a secluded spot behind a large trash compactor is located, he turns to face you.
“Take off your clothes and put them in there.” He glances at the compactor.
You nod, feeling your skin grow hot at his request. You remove your shirt first, tossing it away, then your skirt. Cal’s fingers work to open the package but his eyes never leave yours while you undress. The moment you remove both pieces of clothing he glances down at your bra and panties.
“Those too.” He says, then raises his eyes back upwards.
“What? Why?” You ask, suddenly not willing to remove anymore clothing under his gaze.
“You have attached memories to your clothes, those included. If you keep them, other Inquisitors may sense your past.” He explains, the package falling open in his hands revealing black clothes underneath the paper.
“I can’t just be fully naked here, what if someone sees?” You protest.
“Do you believe I am not capable of sensing another?” He challenges. “Do not make me ask again.”
You force your fingers to remove the remaining fabric from your body and toss them as well. The last time you were naked was in front of Theo, and he wouldn’t even look at you for it. You feel uncomfortably exposed, wanting to disappear. Cal watches your expressions closely, sensing your discomfort is coming from a place of hurt.
He doesn’t move to hand you the new clothing, he instead waits until you stop fidgeting and watch him back. Then he lowers his gaze across your naked body little by little. You watch his eyes drag across every inch of your exposed skin, taking his time and looking as long as he desires. You suddenly don’t have to fight the urge to shift under his stare; instead feeling oddly comfortable being looked at this way.
You want more; you want him to reach out, to trace the outline of your breasts, lightly pinching their hardened peaks. Letting his other hand caress your lower stomach, drifting down to brush along your folds. Gently stroking the pads of his fingers along the aching slit, barely dipping into the leaking desire.
Cal finishes looking at your body, and returns to watch your face. There is a hint of smugness on his face, he pulls two pieces of fabric from the package and allows the paper to fall to the side. He tucks one under his arm and approaches you with the other. He brings the article of clothing down over your head, passing the wide opening over your head and shoulders. The fabric catches at your waist and a mid-thigh length skirt flutters down to cover your lower half.
He holds the front of the dress so that you may put your arms in the long sleeves and he pulls it up over your shoulders. The sleeves fit snugly over your arms but flare out at the wrists; the end hitting just above your highest knuckles. There is a slit in each that goes up slightly above your wrist, allowing access to the skin underneath. There are two thin cords connected to the fabric of the shoulder, he takes them and steps behind your body, tying them into a bow across your upper back.
You look down as he is behind you and see that the dress is a deep V shape that doesn't stop until your mid stomach, fully exposing the skin between your breasts, as well as a significant amount of each breast. Your back doesn’t appear to have anything touching it as well and you realize it is completely backless besides the ties that hold it up. You feel his fingers lightly trace your spine. He moves with purpose and inches down; you shiver from the delicate touch. He only stops when he hits the fabric from where the skirt meets your waist.
His hands leave your body and you can tell he is grabbing the other piece of black fabric, he unfolds it carefully and drapes it over your shoulders before retracing his steps to stand in front of you again. He moves to fasten the cloak at the base of your throat. Allowing his fingers to curl against the sensitive skin, causing you to open your mouth and inhale slightly. He raises his eyes from the fastener to your mouth, noticing the small noise.
He then focuses on reaching both hands around behind your head to pull a wide hood up over your head. Demonstrating the important feature for you. He looks over how it fits on your head. The start of a smile threatens to overtake his face, he looks like he is resisting a reaction to how cute you look with the hood up. He then gently pulls the hood back down to let it rest against the heavy material at your back.
Cal lowers his hands to his sides and checks that the dress fits as he had hoped. He nods once after carefully reviewing the way your body looks in the new clothes. He reaches up once again, carefully pinching your chin with his thumb and index finger. You haven’t looked away from his eyes since he entered your vision again. You hold your breath, hoping he will give you any of what you want.
He leans down while tipping your head upward, he’s bringing his mouth closer to yours. You swallow in anticipation, watching as he inches closer. He closes the gap and his lips press down against the left corner of your mouth. Your mouth parts but you cannot kiss him back. He takes his time pulling his mouth away from the edge of yours. He keeps his lips less than an inch from your own as he passes across them and places an equally intoxicating kiss on the right corner of your mouth.
You want so badly to turn your head and actually kiss him, but his hold on your chin won’t allow such movements. All you can do is let out a whimper, hoping he’ll give in. He doesn’t, and he pulls away from the second kiss slower than the first. He allows his thumb to slide upwards, placing it on the center of your lower lip, tugging it downwards, then sliding it slowly away from your hungry mouth. All the while his face hasn’t moved away and his eyes burn into your own.
“Please, Cal.” You say in a hushed tone once his thumb is no longer touching your lower lip.
“Speak.” He says low and quiet, his hot breath brushing against the skin of your cheek and mouth.
“I need you to touch me more.” You say, still unable to ask for what you really want.
“I am touching you. More than before.” He says, mocking you. “You told me you wanted to feel desired, I have done what you asked.”
You suck in a breath, knowing that he is right, but you want more. You need to be touched until there is nothing but pure ecstasy.
“Did you lie to me about your desires?” He asks, you shake your head. “Ah, so you didn’t tell me everything.” You nod desperately.
“I want to be desired, but I also want to be touched, and kissed, and fucked, and used, and I want you.” The words fall out of your mouth in an unorganized jumble.
His face breaks into a smirk, an actual expression, not just part of one. He resets his face quickly and speaks again. “I intend to give you all of that, but I will not do so until we are somewhere more suitable.” He pulls away a few inches, “and I will take the pace I have decided you deserve.”
You can only nod, your ability to speak is waning.
“However, since you asked aloud, I will reward you.” He says and your heart skips a beat. “Open your mouth a bit and do not move it.”
You do so immediately and he leans in placing a few kisses along your bottom lip. He pulls the flesh into his own mouth and sucks on it gently. You are fighting for your life to resist moving your mouth in response. Instead, you moan at the sensation, and he releases your swollen lip and continues to trail tiny kisses over the rest.
Then he presses his top lip against your own to anchor himself, his tongue slides out and he licks at the underside of your front teeth once before dropping it down to stroke along your own tongue. His tongue removes itself from your mouth and places a last kiss to the center of your bottom lip. He then pulls away entirely, turns, and walks out of the alley. You stand there a moment, completely stunned, then catch up and follow him back to the ship.
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