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The Way He Looks at You Series

Act I: The Way He Looks at You
Chapter 4: The Way He Trains You

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Chapter Summary

Cal teaches you to hide your feelings about the loss of your family.
Rating: 18+
Words: 3.4K

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Boarding Cal’s ship you obediently take your seat and strap in without being told. At this point you are ready to do almost anything to get more of what he has promised to you. Cal takes his seat, closes the loading door, and quickly brings the ship back into hyperspace. Once autopilot is active, he turns his chair to face yours.

“We are going back to Coruscant, to the Inquisitorius Headquarters. That will be your new home.” He explains, appearing displeased to be returning.

You nod, but a wave of panic floods your mind.

“Your past does not exist.” He reminds you and leans forward in his seat, “Keep your thoughts only on me.”

“Yes, Cal. I understand.” You say, but your mouth dries at the thought of being so near the other Inquisitors.

Against your will, your body shakes. The Grand Inquisitor is the reason you no longer have a family. Your younger brother had shown Force-sensitivity years ago as a child. You push the thoughts away, trying to show Cal that you can keep your thoughts on him. You try to focus on his hands, desperate to stop the painful memories. It fails and your eyes fill with tears as you remember your family being slaughtered in your childhood home as you hid in the vents and watched.

Cal swears under his breath as he realizes the danger of bringing you back. He didn’t know your family history, and he realizes you cannot control your thoughts.

“We have little time, but we need to change how you react to that memory.” He says. His jaw clenching, clearly more stressed by this situation than anything you have seen so far.

“How do we do that?” You ask, wiping tears from your eyes. You feel ashamed that you aren’t able to control your emotions at this moment.

Cal doesn’t answer for a while, thinking of what he can do to ensure you do not react this way when you are around the Grand Inquisitor. Your memories could lead to looking further into your past and they would likely use you for information. There is almost no time to work through it normally.

“I will train you to think of me instead.” He says finally while releasing the buttons at the cuff of his sleeves.

His words paired with the temptation of seeing more of his skin immediately catches your attention. You watch as he carefully folds the sleeves up his forearm, transfixed by his muscular arms that are revealed underneath. The strength in his arms makes your mouth water slightly, all you want is to feel his power, preferably on your body.

He glances up, noticing a change in your thoughts back towards lust. “Good, just like that.” He drops his gaze back to his sleeves but not before scanning down your body.

There is an explosion of butterflies in your stomach when you hear his praise. He finishes pulling up his sleeves and leans back in his seat, his legs spread slightly out to the side in a relaxed position. “Come here.” He says, watching you for obedience. His fingertips rest on his thighs and he taps them once, showing what you can expect.

Your breath catches and you stand quickly, closing the short distance to wait in front of Cal. He looks at you in approval and sits forward so he can reach up, his nimble fingers unfastening your cloak and letting it fall to the floor. The chill air of the ship causes goosebumps to develop now that only a revealing dress covers your body.

Cal expertly traces his fingers from the base of your neck outwards across your collarbones. Stopping once his fingers encounter the fabric of your dress. He follows the edge of the clothing and drags them lightly down your body. You shiver involuntarily as you feel the desire warming your skin.

His fingers trace the inner parts of your breasts moving towards your stomach where the bottom of the plunging neckline waits. You let out a shaky breath at the touch, his eyes move back up to meet yours. He looks smug and never strays from his, and your, favorite dark expression.

At the beginning of the skirt portion, he slides his hands outwards across the fabric until he reaches the sides of your waist. When he reaches the flare of your hips he hesitates, his fingers pressing harder while his thumb moves into position to hold you in place. You see his eyebrows furrow and then soften as he releases the grip, almost like he had to stop himself from taking what he wants.

You want him to give into that desire, to grasp your hips and force you to take him entirely in one movement. Claiming your body and using you how he wants, but he doesn’t. Cal does however let out a quiet chuckle, showing his amusement by your thoughts.

His fingers resume moving lower past the short hem of your skirt. Finally reaching his destination, he wraps both hands around the backs of your thighs. The pads of his fingers splay out to hold as much of your soft legs as possible. Wrapping them right under the base of your rear, tucking a few of his long fingers into the crease where your shapely ass folds over your thighs the smallest amount.

He seems to enjoy the sensation since he holds still once he finds the preferred grip, then without warning, he pulls your thighs simultaneously outward and forward until he has positioned you to be straddling his lap.

You gasp as you sit atop him, your mind wanting this to continue until you are so inebriated on pleasure that you no longer need to think. His fingers warm the skin on your thighs and your exposed cunt is now pressed firmly against the coarse fabric of his pants.

You fight the urge to rub yourself against his lap, desperate for pleasure in this much more intimate position. Your hands almost reach for his belt, trying to take advantage of the gift in front of you. Cal is looking into your eyes sternly, expecting you to cooperate. You don’t reach for his belt, instead resting your hands on the tops of your thighs.

“Think of your family’s death.” He orders.

You hesitate, feelings of pleasure erased quickly from your mind at the cruel thought. But you nod and obey his command, pulling the painful memories forward. You get as far as picturing your mother’s kind face when you notice Cal gradually leaning forward to press a kiss to the base of your neck. Moving his lips leisurely before pulling back a couple inches from the tender skin.

“So good.” He says in a low and even tone. Your mind has switched again, reveling in the praise and touch. You feel a sudden rush of arousal between your legs at his words, you feel breathless and like your brain is squeezing in the most wonderful way. “Again.” He commands.

It’s harder this time to want to go back to the sadness when you could stay right here in this moment with Cal. You could just let him use your body, kiss every part of your skin and still never get the satisfaction you crave. Because you’re sure he would kiss very close but never quite where you want it.

You want to do what he asks, hoping to move closer to what you most desire. So you picture your mother’s face again, seeing life drain from her eyes. The memory causes the air to be sucked from your lungs, but before it overwhelms you, Cal distracts you by trailing his tongue from the base of your neck to the sensitive skin behind your ear. The slow and calculated lick removes all hurt from your system. When he reaches the end, he presses another soft kiss to your skin.

He moves a fraction of an inch to whisper directly into your ear. “You’re doing so well, keep going.” You don’t know why, but those words make you want him to call you by a pet name. Something that will offer more praise when he speaks it. You need to hear him tell you that you're good, and doing exactly what he wants. A name, gifted to you to be used as a reward when you do what he asks. You feel a desperate need for his approval.

He squeezes your thighs, reminding you of the task at hand. You return to the moment and shake the needs from your head.

You return to the memory, seeing the red humming blade that has impaled your mother, she looks at you in your hiding place, wanting to see her daughter once more before death. Your eyes surprise you by filling with tears.

A nip at your earlobe brings you back to reality. Cal does not release his teeth from the gentle hold until he feels your mind switch back again. It takes a few seconds before you can shake the pain. Once you do, he places kisses up the shell of your ear, attempting to elicit a response and bring you back to your desire.

You moan at the sinful sensation and your eyes flutter closed. Without thought, your hips angle, trying to place pressure where you need it, using him and grinding down into his lap. Your hands instinctively resting on his firm chest. He pulls back from your ear, “Not yet.”

You stop moving, but don’t remove your hands from him, he doesn’t seem to mind. He gives you a minute to recover from the conflicting emotions you are being forced to feel.

“Picture that same memory again, but immediately follow it by thinking of the feel of my lips.” Cal speaks softly to you, “I need you to do this three times without being overcome with your emotions. I need to know you can control these thoughts, even if only a small amount, when we land.”

“And if I can’t?” You ask, nervous about the prospect. Scared of what awaits if you fail this task, especially once faced with the Grand Inquisitor.

“Completing this task will be worth your while.” He says, offering you a reward instead of the threat of what it could mean to fail.

Your heart skips a beat, you don’t know exactly what he has planned but you aren’t willing to risk failing when your desires are on the line. You jump back into the memory, and immediately feel disgusted at pairing this memory with arousal. This is disrespectful to the memory of your family. But you also know that it is for the safety of those who you have known since joining the Rebellion. You can’t save your family anymore, but you can protect those who still live.

You set your mind and focus on saving those who you can; you jump back in and picture your mother. The look in her eyes breaks your heart, but you refuse to cry. You take a careful breath and switch over to thinking of Cal, how he kissed your mouth in the alley, without letting you kiss him back.

Warmth spreads through your body. You remember how it felt to be denied something you so desperately craved. You remember how you feel more aroused each time he denies you, like it’s all building toward what you hope will be the most amazing feeling of your life.

Cal places a gentle kiss to your right shoulder as a reward but pulls back immediately to watch your face for the second attempt. This time when you look into your mother’s eyes, you try to remind yourself that you no longer really know this woman; it has been ten years; she is a stranger. It still hurts to see someone you knew in pain, but you change your thoughts to Cal again. Remembering how your heart all but stopped beating when he kissed your fingertips before demanding that you decide for yourself if you would come with him.

How that one moment convinced you to follow him, because all you have ever wanted is to be a part of someone again. To be wanted, and cared for, how Cal’s intense green eyes give you endless reassurance that he sees and desires you.

A kiss to the right collarbone this time is your reward. However, he opens his mouth slightly to suck on the skin for a moment. You close your eyes at the feeling, tilting your head slightly to the left to allow him more access. Your breathy moan stops his actions, and he looks softly into your eyes. He seems to encourage you to make it to the end of this.

The last time is the easiest, you see your mother, but this time it is just an image, you separate yourself, acting as though it isn’t even real, just a scene, nothing more. You feel empathy for the woman, but not affected. You don’t have time to move your thoughts back to a memory of Cal because he has already decided that you’ve succeeded.

He sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder, and your head falls back, moaning loudly. Until this moment he has only touched you gently and your brain short circuits from the novel sensation. His hands move under your dress until his fingers have a tight grip on your hips. He doesn’t release the bite but you feel his tongue dart out to lick the pinched skin. Your fingers grab pathetically at the material of his uniform trying to hang on.

Cal slides your body closer towards his body with little difficulty, his strength is an immediate turn on. Once you can go no further he pushes you backwards and as your body slides, the fabric of his pants catches on your clit, sending shock waves of pleasure up your spine. Cal does not let up, hitting the same spot repeatedly. You moan quietly and allow him to take control of your pleasure as he moves you in a steady rhythm.

You can not contain a series of moans and whimpers that are released each time he slides you away from his body. Your noises cause his body to respond. A thrill shoots through you when his erection pushes up against his pants, directly under where he is forcing your movements.

He finally releases his teeth from your neck, but he does not stop the slow pace of pleasuring you. He instead rests his forehead on your shoulder and you realize he is becoming carried away by the sensation of pleasuring himself with your body.

This heightens the arousal you feel as Cal methodically grinds your body against his lap. Your clit is continuously being exposed and dragged along the coarse fabric before Cal changes the direction to cover it back up and rub himself against it through the hood. It is giving you just the right amount of sensation without becoming too much. You feel a growing tightness in your body. Your toes are curling and you know an orgasm is quickly approaching.

Cal lets out a low groan and you almost fall over the edge from the sound alone. His fingers squeeze your hips tight and he holds you in place, refusing to move you further. Your exposed clit resting on top of his covered hardness. You whine, frustrated by the loss of sensation.

“Cal, please, I’m so close.” You try to move your hips, wanting to chase down the pleasure he was providing.

He grips you, not allowing you to get what you want. He pulls his head back away from your shoulder, his cheeks flushed. “None of your firsts with me will happen in this ship.” He says in a husky voice. He appears to be struggling to maintain his typical composure.

You’ve never seen him look so undone, the blush on his face makes you want him more badly than you did previously. To see him lose himself in his own pleasure. You want to ride him at a torturously slow pace and watch as pleasure replaces his normally stern expression. See his perfect lips opening while gasping for air as you slide up and down on his length.

You imagine looking up into his pretty eyes, his hand tangled in your hair, as you swallow him into the back of your throat. Licking and sucking while bobbing your head. You imagine him trying to control your head with his grip, but weakly stroking your hair instead, his pleasure consuming him.

Suddenly his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off your airway, shocking you out of the fantasy. “Stop.” He growls, looking almost angry, but you realize its desperation.

You stare at him, your eyes wide, not thinking about anything. His expression softens, and he releases the grip on your neck. You stare at each other for a moment, both a bit shocked at what happened.

“I told you before not to break my focus with your thoughts.” He says in a more gentle voice, but he seems upset.

“I wasn’t trying to, it was just the look on your face. I didn’t mean to.” You say, not able to explain how involuntary the thoughts were.

“I know.” He inhales slowly then sighs, “I was trying to resist my pleasure and your thoughts just about ruined my ability to do so.”

You bite your lip at his words but can’t hang on and a smile overtakes your face. You giggle at the realization that he almost ruined his pants because of your thoughts. He glares at you, not finding the situation humorous. You can’t stop and you continue laughing. He lifts you off his lap in his annoyance, forcing you to be away from him as a punishment for insulting him with your laughter. You find the situation too funny to be bothered by this act and he realizes it isn’t enough to deter you.

So he stands as well and swiftly reaches his right hand between your legs. He cuts your laughter short and looks down hard into your eyes. You get no further warning as he pushes his middle finger deep inside your soaked cunt. You immediately moan at the intrusion, you hope he will give you more and look back into his intense gaze. He does not pleasure you with the finger, instead only holding it still inside of you. Your walls flutter around it, trying to pull it deeper, to get additional sensation. Cal doesn’t allow any pleasure to be gained and slides the finger back out.

You open your mouth to protest the denial but he brings the slick digit up in between your faces. It is glistening with your arousal; you notice he isn’t looking at the finger, but at your lips.

“Does your mouth need a job?” He asks through his teeth. Then without allowing you to answer he presses the soaked finger into your parted lips. You quickly greet his finger with your tongue as he slides in all the way inside. He curls it slightly down towards your throat. His index and ring fingers rest high on your cheeks under your eyes. You let out another moan, showing you obedience.

His jaw relaxes and there is a tug of satisfaction at the corner of his lips as you obey him. Your tongue greedily licks off the mess as you suck lightly on his finger. He allows you to bob your head to ensure you can remove all the arousal. Once satisfied that you have thoroughly cleaned him, he slowly pulls his finger back out of your hot mouth, dragging it across the length of your tongue and through your pursed lips.

He uses the Force to lift your cloak off the ground and settles it on your shoulders. Then clasps it back around your neck, allowing your saliva to brush against your chest as his fingers work. He takes several steps forward, pushing you backwards with his body until the backs of your knees hit your chair and you have no choice but to sit.

“We’re almost there, prepare yourself.” He sits back in the pilot’s seat and prepares to descend onto the Inquisitor tower’s landing platform on the planet below.

You attempt to buckle yourself in, but it takes longer than it should. As usual, he has left you breathless and wanting.

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