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The Way He Looks at You Series
Act I: The Way He Looks at You
Chapter 7: The Way He Teases You
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Cal climbs off your body and moves past you to sit against the headboard. You wait patiently, staying in your spot. But you tilt your head upwards to watch him upside down. He arranges the pillows to ensure he has comfort in this new position. Once everything is prepared, Cal reaches towards you, pushing the dress down your shoulders then hooking his hands under your arms.
He pulls your body easily and the material of your dress catches on the comforter, allowing you to slide out of the dress as Cal pulls you tight against his chest. You kick the bunched up article of clothing off your ankles; it lands on the edge of the bed but you have the feeling that it may find the ground with how tonight’s events are playing out.
Cal pins you against his body, and you rest between his legs. His erection presses into your spine and you resist the desire to move and tease him further. Cal grasps your hips tightly and lifts your body into the exact position he wants. Once he has you placed, he loops his feet around each of your ankles and spreads them to where his legs naturally rest.
You realize his plan and know that you cannot so much as bring your knees together in this position. Your body has already been weeping arousal all over everything it touches and you are sure there will soon be a pool where you sit.
Cal releases your hips and his right hand sweeps the hair off your neck. Brushing it all to your right shoulder, allowing Cal to look down at your body over your left shoulder.
“I won’t be able to look at you from this angle.” You say, remembering that Cal demanded you look at him during this process.
“You will watch my hands, and you will do everything I say into your ear, the moment I require it.” Cal says.
“Yes, Cal.”
You watch as his left hand gently strokes your thigh; you shiver from the tantalizing movements. He traces invisible patterns over the skin, sometimes it feels like he is writing words but you can’t focus enough to make out anything substantial. You lose yourself in the touch and try to decipher the hidden messages he writes.
A gasp escapes your lips when his right hand cups your breast. He squeezes gently and pinches at the desperate nipple. You try to watch both his hands at once but your eyes close when his mouth places fervent kisses down your neck. Once at the base, Cal sucks on the skin. You sigh and tip your head to the side to allow him more access. The sharp pain of fingernails scratching your thigh causes you to yelp and open your eyes. All pleasant sensation stopped at the same time.
“You want this so badly but won’t follow the rules to get it.” He says.
“I’m sorry, it was just a lot at once and I lost myself.” You say quickly, trying to get back on his good side.
“Perhaps I should give you less stimulation?” He asks in a taunting manner.
“Please, no, I promise I’ll do better. I won’t let it happen again, I promise. I’ll watch your hands the whole time. Please keep going.” You beg for the sensations to begin again.
He smirks against the skin of your shoulder before kissing it once. “If you disobey my command again, there will be consequences I don’t think you’ll enjoy. I will uphold the agreement to fulfill your desires, but I will not allow your release.”
You freeze at the threat, realizing that everything you asked for never technically included your own orgasm. You lick your lips before answering, “There will be no need to follow through on the consequences.”
Cal begins his touches again. You watch carefully as his right hand teases you while his left hand inches towards the space between your legs. Your heart is pounding as it nears, but every time it seems like you might get what you want, the little patterns move in the opposite direction. You let out a frustrated moan but don’t stop looking at his hands.
There is a low chuckle in your ear. Then you feel Cal lower his mouth back to suck on the skin at the base of your neck. He is attempting to mark more of you and you realize how possessive he has become of your body in such a short amount of time.
The sucking becomes harder and you whimper at the sensation. You don’t let your eyes stray from his left hand. It finally moves closer to the desired locations and now traces lines down the outer lips. You attempt to wiggle your lower body, desperate to be touched more directly. Cal doesn’t allow any change to his plan and continues as if you aren’t attempting to force what you want.
He finally releases his mouth from your neck. He is quiet for a moment and you assume he is looking at the bruise. “I’m afraid that when dawn arrives, these marks will cover you.”
“You’re so desperate to claim my body.” You say, mocking him. The bravery of the statement shocks you and you almost falter. You are walking a fine line by speaking to him so carelessly, but you know you aren’t breaking any spoken rules.
He is silent for a moment but his hands do not stop their movements, a good sign he isn’t angry. You focus on how his hands move, determined to not break a rule while toeing the line.
“Remind me to put more rules in place next time.” He sounds amused.
“Yes, Cal.” You say, remembering the other rule to obey everything he asks.
He hums in satisfaction at your obedience, fingers grazing right above the little bud that twitches at the nearby attention. You hear him snicker in response as he traces the same nearby line just to watch it happen again.
His movements are driving you mad and possibly making you a little stupid. You try to resist, but critical thinking is not possible when he tortures you like this. You are digging your own grave as the next words slip out. “It’s cute how needy you get about marking me.” You want to slap yourself for speaking so boldly.
“You are becoming more daring. You may not be breaking rules, but your words do have an impact. I believe the last desire is that I use you.” He says slowly, your eyes go wide as you realize the implications.
Cal continues, “My original intention for that step was to take you in a manner that I found pleasurable while also ensuring you enjoyed yourself.”
His middle finger finally dips into the wet arousal to coat the tip before swirling it once around your clit. You moan and keep your eyes glued to the movements. He pulls away and continues teasing around the area.
“Perhaps I was being too kind. Maybe I should take what I really want in the exact way that I want it. I can’t promise you’ll enjoy every moment, but I’m sure your lustful mind would find some parts enjoyable.” He growls into your ear, causing a shiver to overtake your body for a moment.
He taps your clit once firmly, causing your body to convulse before pulling away to trace surrounding skin.
“I suppose the choice is yours.” He sounds much more threatening.
You realize that you may have flown too close to the sun. Part of you wants to follow this path and see where it leads. His words scare you but your body responds with positivity, leaking more and pulsing. You think of the times when it seemed like he was debating a move, his hand around your throat or hips. You imagine that when he takes what he wants; it is with great urgency.
You aren’t sure you’re ready to be used in such a forceful manner. Part of you still needs the small niceties that he has provided, you are still processing so much hurt. You decide you want to see where that path leads one day, but for tonight, you want to play it safe.
“I’m sorry for the way I spoke. I will be more careful tonight.” You say, ever so slightly emphasizing the word ‘tonight’.
Cal’s touches become more gentle, showing he understands what you need. He lightly strokes your clit in steady movements. Your breath hitches as you watch the delicate motions. The feeling causes your back to arch, pressing against his groin.
“I’m surprised your impulsive nature didn’t get you killed long ago.” He says calmly, seemingly unbothered by your movements.
“Weren’t you going to kill me at first?” You ask. You moan softly after speaking as he continues to inflict pleasure.
He kisses your shoulder in response to your words. As if he is trying to apologize for anything he thought when you first bumped into him. His fingers slide down, pressing against your entrance.
“That was before I heard what you thought of me.” Cal says sheepishly.
“All I’m trying to say is that I may be impulsive, but sometimes it’s my quick decisions that keep me alive.” You try to keep your voice even despite the obvious distraction.
Cal pushed his middle and ring finger into your aching hole, you watch as the two digits disappear. His fingers finally soothe your need to be filled.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper.
Cal slowly withdraws the soaked fingers and glides them right back in, drawing more curses from your lips.
“Does it feel good?” He asks, sounding in control once again.
His fingers continue to pump into your body and you both watch slow the movements. You feel them curl inside after each thrust, he drags the pads of his fingers across the sensitive walls as he pulls them out. Your whispered curses quickly turning to needy moans.
“Yes.” Is all you can say in response to his question.
Cal brings his other hand to rub little circles on your swollen clit. The bit of attention it received earlier left you desperate for more. His touch causes you to buck your hips involuntarily. You aren’t able to move much with your legs being held in place, but Cal lets out a disapproving groan that seems to say that you should try to control your movements.
You still your body and watch as both his hands continue to work. He picks up the pace slightly and you almost close your eyes but resist. There is a familiar tightening in your body as pleasure overtakes you. Determined to make this last as long as possible, you try to breathe through it.
You feel Cal angle his own hips slightly to relieve some of the need in his own body. He keeps a slow pace, grinding against you from behind. His movements push you further against his fingers, causing your body to ignite. You know you won’t make it much longer.
“Cal, I’m really close.” You whine, knowing you won’t get what you wanted.
You feel everything stop again and sigh and throw your head back against his body. He chuckles at your minor act of displeasure.
Cal withdraws his fingers from your body and brings them towards your face. You feel annoyed at the edging and want to be defiant and refuse what you are sure he will ask of you next. However, the fingers pass your face and you turn your head to watch as Cal brings them to his own mouth.
Cal holds you spellbound as he looks right into your eyes. He opens his mouth and inserts his fingers partially inside. In one smooth motion, he cleans them and slides them out of his mouth. His expression remains dark, and he releases your legs from his own.
He pushes you forward and turns your body so that you are facing him before falling onto your back. Climbing on top of you, Cal holds your face gently in both hands. He leans down to kiss you deeply, as you open your mouth and he pushes his tongue inside. You realize he is still forcing you to taste yourself but kissing prevents you from denying the act. You’re grateful he doesn’t punish you for defiant thoughts. However, he still responds to them.
The kiss is slow, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Part of his upper body presses closer but you feel him resisting dropping his full weight onto your body. So you pull harder and when you realize you aren’t strong enough, you wrap your legs around him and pull down again with all four limbs.
Cal breaks the kiss and lifts his body slightly, you dangle off him an inch above the bed. He looks at you a moment then laughs, “Have patience.” He says. Though he cannot be persuasive since he chuckles while speaking.
You don’t release your grip, determined to hang on, wanting nothing more than to hold him close. He shakes his head with a smile and lifts you both another few inches. He then drops and pulls back up quickly, the sudden force causing your grip to break and freeing him.
“Cheater,” you say. You are trying to sound accusatory, but the smile that follows gives you away.
“So impulsive.” He chides, his face returning to its darkened expression.
This gaze captivates you every time, you can’t get enough of the way it makes you feel. You watch as he sits up and reaches his hands behind his head to grasp the back of his shirt. Your breathing stops and your mouth opens as you watch him pull the entire garment off in one fluid motion.
Your eyes drop quickly to study the skin underneath. Two things are immediately obvious, his toned muscles and an array of scars. You wonder if the scars are from old battles or from when they tortured him into becoming an Inquisitor. The entire story is unknown, but you heard Cal had remained hidden for several years before the Empire found him. You feel angry knowing they subjected this man to significant amounts of pain until he broke and fell to the Dark Side.
Part of you wonders if the Jedi he used to be is still in there. Cal has treated you with much more kindness than you would expect from anyone in the Empire. Those glimpses must be who he was before. He cuts your thoughts short and leans down to place a quick kiss to your parted lips.
“Like you, I have no past before the Empire found me.” He says, “it is best not to dwell on a life that never occurred.”
You nod, understanding his message. But a little disheartened knowing that both of you must hide who you used to be.
“I think it’s time I let you cum.” He says before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
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