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The Way He Looks at You
Book 1
A Cal Kestis Fanfiction
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Summary:
After a devastating breakup with her Jedi boyfriend, a grieving Rebellion pilot is captured by a ruthless, yet alluring, Inquisitor. He offers to protect her secrets in exchange for her loyalty. Torn between the duty-bound Jedi she lost, and the Dark-Side enemy who wants to possess her, she must decide where her heart truly belongs.
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This story is available in First Person and Second Person points of view.
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Song for the Book: Do It All The Time by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
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Chapter 5: The Way He Coerces Me
Chapter Summary: The Inquisitor returns home after setting expectations.
Trigger Warnings: None
Song for the chapter: Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter
The hyperdrive’s hum is the only sound as we traverse the vast galaxy. Stars whip by at light speed in a blur of bright streaks.
My mind replays the electric sensation of Cal’s soft lips on me, his tongue against mine, trying to remember what he felt like. Cal clears his throat, and I stop the memory.
“Where are we going?” I ask, putting up my hands in surrender. “If I’m allowed to know.”
Cal rotates his pilot’s chair to face me, resting an ankle on his knee. “Coruscant. We are returning to the Inquisitorious Tower.”
I take a sharp breath at the news I knew was coming. Though part of me hoped he would give me what I wanted on this unwelcoming ship and allow me to make my decision while far away from the Inquisitor’s headquarters.
“Do you find this unsuitable?”
I shake my head and lick my lips before speaking. “I am afraid.”
Cal looks uninterested in hearing more about my concern. “I have no interest in taking you here when a bed is available in my quarters.”
My mind runs wild with thoughts of him taking me to his bed. How he’ll climb atop me as I wrap around him. His lips meeting mine without hesitation or denial.
Another thought pulls me from fantasy: there are a dozen Inquisitors in that building.
“Will I be safe?”
“Inquisitors do not respect the property of others. We take anything we want if we can manage it,” he says, failing to ease my worry.
Cal places both feet flat on the gray bolted floor panels. “I intend to keep you for myself, so I will do what is necessary to ensure that remains true.”
His answer puts a soft smile on my face. He’s willing to keep me safe from the others.
“Can the others read minds like you?”
Cal gives me a smug look that borders on mockery. “No.”
“So they won’t know about me?”
“I see no reason to bring it up upon our arrival.”
I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. They won’t know who I am, but I can’t guarantee staying calm if I see the one who murdered my family.
“The red-skinned Inquisitor,” I say. “I don’t know her name, but will I risk running into her?”
Cal gives me a perplexed look. “There is no red-skinned Inquisitor.”
“She had black hair and blue eyes. She killed my family when I was a child. I fear running into her.”
“Then fear no more. There is no Inquisitor of that description.”
It was a long time ago; perhaps a surviving Jedi offed her. I could sleep better if I knew she’s dead.
“Why was your family killed by an Inquisitor?” he asks, cocking his head.
“My brother was…”
“Ah,” Cal says, in immediate understanding. “So your parents interfered with an Inquisitor’s intended target.”
Despite my efforts to avoid crying further today, a couple of tears slip from the corners of my eyes. I wipe them away, not wanting to upset Cal again. He leans forward, touching my cheek softly, his expression twisting as his eyebrows furrow.
“How worried should I be about your reaction to a memory?”
“I’ll be okay, especially if she isn’t there,” I say.
“Will you? Because you seem to cry at a moment’s notice.”
“You said I was passionate,” I say, using his earlier words to defend myself against the unwavering criticism.
Cal grins, leaning forward and resting his powerful hands on my bare thighs. “Yes, you are passionate.”
I stare at where his powerful hands lie, hoping for another taste of his exciting touch. His green eyes watch mine in a devious way.
“I am sorry for my weakness.”
Cal considers my apology. “You could achieve strength.”
I tilt my head. I wouldn’t expect him to encourage my growth. Inquisitors seem like they would prefer to keep others weak and below them.
“I can teach you,” Cal says, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on my parting thighs.
“How?” I ask, my voice a whisper.
“Through passion, you’ll gain strength.”
As I process his words, he relaxes back in his sturdy chair, spreading his legs, head falling back to peer down his freckled nose at me. He pats his thigh twice, his eyes dark with lust. That hungry look is back, beckoning me closer.
Without further instruction, my eager body moves on its own, rising and approaching the alluring man. Cal’s large hands find my hips, and he tugs me down to straddle his right thigh.
He leans towards me, sinful mouth brushing my ear. “Show me how passionate you are.”
I hesitate. The thought of leading this exercise—of being in complete control—makes me uncomfortable. I have forgotten my confidence and ability to be an equal participant in my sex life by letting men lead. I swallow and shake my head.
Cal’s grip tightens on my hip bones. “You must. How will you get stronger if you reject passion?”
I give a pleading look. “You’re just watching me. Can’t you kiss me or something?”
He shakes his head, amusement ghosting across his pink lips. His hands drag me closer, up his thigh. My lips part as the bare skin between my legs rubs along the coarse fabric of his pants.
For a moment, I think he’s bringing me near to kiss me. I angle my chin up, but he pushes me away. The action pulls a moan from my lips as the hood of my clitoris pulls back, dragging intense pleasure across the sensitive area.
I give him a wide-eyed stare, imploring him to do it again, but he doesn’t. The silent message’s meaning dawns on me.
Despite my recent lack of experience, I place my shaky hands on his shoulders to anchor myself. I lift my body, scraping it over his thigh towards him. Cal watches, tipping his head down to bring our mouths near, tempting me.
I want to close the distance, but he said no, so I push myself away, dragging my exposed cunt across his sturdy thigh. Each time I move towards him, he allows our mouths closer, his lips parted as he teases me with what I cannot have.
Every devastating backstroke causes my eyelids to flutter as sparks of pleasure shoot up my spine. It feels wonderful, but I far prefer lingering near his hot mouth. Cal’s nose bumps mine, nudging me closer, but he doesn’t close the short distance.
My breath becomes ragged as shock waves of pleasure course through my body as I pleasure myself on him. Cal takes pity on me, wrenching my right leg up over his untouched one, moving me to grind against his straining erection.
I no longer have to pull away from him, as one hand grips my chin. My mouth a hair's breadth away from his, his pupils blown wide and focused on my gasping lips. His other hand gripping my hip to help me move in this new position. I balance on my tiptoes, spread over his legs, seeking my pooling pleasure.
Together we find a ruining pace, rocking against one another, breathing hard into the other’s waiting mouth. Cal’s eyelids flutter as his hips angle up to meet mine.
White-hot heat coils inside me, threatening to explode. I rock a few more times, so painfully close to my release. My pace stutters, and Cal’s hands grasp my legs, lifting me off him, stopping the dam of pleasure before it could burst. My eyes shoot open.
“Cal, please, I’m so close,” I say, trying to force my body back down.
I lack the strength to get my way, but I push my luck. I fantasize instead, hoping he’ll cave and let me continue towards my release. Imagining kneeling before him, taking him in my mouth. I watch his contorted face, knowing he’s hearing my thoughts of licking, sucking, and bobbing my head, taking as much of him as I can manage.
“Stop,” Cal says, dropping me.
His hand wraps around my throat without applying pressure—a threat. I cease my teasing, my fingers coming up to grasp at his in fear of his wrath. After a few deep breaths, he releases me, and I step away, falling back into my seat.
He looks furious, but I can’t help the smile that overtakes my face. I brought him to the edge of his orgasm without even touching his skin. My chest fills with pride at the momentary control I had over such a powerful agent of the Empire.
Cal scoffs and returns his attention to the ship, adjusting himself before wrapping his fingers around the steering. I repress a giggle. The ship is on autopilot.
The Scythe makes its swift descent onto the darkening planet of Coruscant. It touches down on a dangerous landing platform that juts off the looming Inquisitorious Tower. My pounding heart rattles my chest, blood rushing too fast through my veins, leaving me sweating and shaking.
I look to Cal for needed comfort, but he has not spoken to me since our pleasurable encounter. Any pride I felt from bringing him near his edge subsides in place of pure terror. I pushed too far. He is rejecting me.
My trembling fingers tug the woolen cloak tighter for warmth, hoping the soft shield of heavy material will protect me from this place. Tears prick my tired eyes, and I grit my chattering teeth and hard-blink them away. Now is not a time for weakness.
Cal rises, and I mirror his action. He brushes past me into the dim cargo hold to lower the filthy ramp. I follow, dodging the growing hole in the grated floor.
Cal turns to face me, his face sits in a hardened and unimpressed expression. The one that, despite its ferocity, makes him look more enticing. Something is wrong with me.
His athletic arms frame my face as he settles the oversized hood onto my bowed head. He ducks to meet my fearful gaze beneath the insulating fabric. Brushing my chin upward with the edge of his gentle finger to redirect my wandering eyes.
“I am not upset with you,” he says. “You made progress. However, your progress surprised me.”
I exhale the shaky breath I was holding. Cal gives my tense shoulders an encouraging squeeze, his bored eyes softening, before leading me off the Scythe.
The sizable landing platform is high above the smoggy city. Fierce wind whips around me, threatening to expose my lack of underclothes. I pull the protective cloak tight to prevent the dress from flapping as we walk across a wide connecting platform towards an imposing pair of sleek doors that slide open as we step within range.
The smooth doors seal behind us as we pass onto polished floors that reflect our silhouettes back up. I settle my windswept clothing, pulling the oversized hood lower to avoid seeing anything but Cal’s shiny boots. The clicking of his stiff black heels echoes through the cavernous room. I glimpse the bases of the support columns.
A sick feeling churns in my queasy stomach as I hear a second pair of noisy footwear moving in our direction. It’s another Inquisitor. I close my eyes for a step, hoping they will pass us without question. I hoped for the wrong Inquisitor to keep walking. Cal stops, and I follow suit.
“Thirteenth Brother! I assume the mission went well since you have returned with spoils,” a man’s voice calls out. His voice has the telltale Core Worlds accent, but there is a sinister edge to it. He sounds amused in a way that reminds me of when my brother was trying to hand me a gross bug.
The man stops meters from us, and I remember Cal’s warning that Inquisitors take what they want. I hope this Inquisitor is not interested in taking from Cal. They seem…friendly.
“Fifth Brother,” Cal says, “things have very much gone my way.”
I try to remember which Inquisitor the Fifth Brother is, but I draw a blank. He wears similar black clothing as Cal, but I can’t see above his belt without risking being looked at more than I am. His floor reflection only shows the silhouette of a triangular hat.
“How odd to bring a woman here,” Fifth says. “If you must copulate, why not visit the whores of the city?”
My head rises at that. Does Cal frequent brothels? That would explain his innate favor towards the things Theo was skittish around.
“Brother, are you implying that I should deny my desires?”
“No, I question your plan. Keeping a bed warmer is troublesome. Can’t you achieve your goal without pretending to enjoy owning a burden?”
Cal scoffs, and a tense moment of silence passes between the Dark Side men.
“I quite like this direction. Surely you have not forgotten how satisfying it is to bring a woman here. Also, she is pleasing to look at.”
Noisy footsteps near as Fifth Brother makes his way to stand in front of me. I keep my head low, hoping he will leave me alone. Fifth Brother hinges sideways to peek beneath my hood; his serpentine eyes meet mine. His green, plated-looking skin stresses the sharp angles of his face. This horrid man brought a woman here?
I raise my head to meet his dangerous gaze. He looks too pleased at the sight of me. His hand rises, and the Force blows my hood off my head. I stand at my full height as he examines me.
Cal exhales loud enough to pull Fifth’s raking gaze away from me. “I will be retiring to my quarters now, Brother.”
Fifth frowns and moves so I may pass, tucking his gloved hands behind his back. I rush to keep up with Cal as he strides away without looking back.
The long halls are devoid of interest, only durasteel doors. As we climb multiple sets of boring gray stairs, I realize each door must lead to the private quarters of an Inquisitor. It seems there are four Inquisitors per floor.
Upon reaching the fourth floor, Cal types on the keypad outside the first door. The door swipes open, and he gestures for me to enter first. There is a formal sitting room containing a crimson sofa and a jet-black armchair. Is this where he lives?
Cal follows, and the entry seals behind him. He disregards the plain room, passing through to where another door waits.
This part of his quarters looks like a home. A sitting room with wall-sized windows overlooking the Industrial District lies to my left, a standard eat-in kitchen opposite it.
Before I can move towards the windows, Cal’s gentle hand wraps around my throat, his fingers trailing softly down the skin until he reaches the base, unclasping the cloak’s closure. I let out a soft breath as I am freed of the heavy material.
Cal turns away to hang the cloak as I approach the massive windows; at night it’s almost a pretty view. The safe house I woke up in feels light years away from where I will sleep tonight. Yet it is on the same planet.
My life with Theo is recent and forever ago. I no longer resemble the woman I woke up as. It’s frightening how quickly I fell to the temptations of the Dark Side. Perhaps this is the reason Theo feared his desires.
Cal comes up behind me, brushing the hair from my neck to warm it with his hot breath. “You are thinking of your Jedi?”
The last word laced with venom, but his touch stays soft.
“I—he is not my Jedi,” I say.
“But you are still his?”
“No, he pushed me away. Now I am your—” I hesitate. “What am I to you?”
Cal presses a distracting kiss to the base of my neck, making my eyes close and my head tip. “Does it matter?”
“I am not even allowed a name, I just hoped—”
“It is my responsibility to tell you who you are?”
This is not going my way. I was hoping for insight into our confusing relationship, not a subtle lecture on my self-worth.
Several more kisses adorn my neck as Cal works his way up toward my ear. “You are lustful. Is that label not enough for you?”
I hold my argumentative tongue despite my need to press the Inquisitor for more. If I am to get what I want, I won’t waste time speaking.
“Time to make good on those promises. If you are ready.”
My heart palpitates at my desires being within reach. My head nods once in affirmation. Cal circles to face me.
“Then I shall; you’ll make your decision by dawn. Though you should know, there are consequences for making the wrong choice.”
“What do you mean?”
“Freedom comes at a price. If you leave, I will have no reason to protect your secrets.”
This is something I could have guessed. But it is still a cause for concern to hear it spoken aloud. Theo is no longer mine, but I don’t want to see him dead.
I can tell Cal is listening to my thoughts by the small smirk on his lips as I consider Theo.
“Let me remind you, I am uninterested in a prisoner. I would much rather you chose to be here. If you make your decision simply because you want to protect your Jedi, then I will choose for you,” he says.
I look up into his bright eyes. He wants a decision based in truth, not to protect another. He wants to be chosen. It almost makes my heart ache for him.
“So you want me to make my choice after…having you?”
“Think of it as an equal exchange. You get your desires, and if I do my job well, I get mine.”
His predatory eyes burn into me, rendering me speechless at the promise of sweet pleasure. I lick my lips before speaking.
“I will give you your answer,” I say, “by dawn.”
Cal’s dark expression turns to one of success as he curls his lips into a smile. With intentional steps, he guides me backwards until I am pressed against the plush arm of the sofa.
His hands find my hips, and he settles me to perch on the edge. My breath stills as he lowers to his knees at my feet, hands tracing down the outline of my bare legs, coming to a stop at the top of my worn leather boots.
One hand angles the brown boot from my foot while the other slides it off, tugging my thick woolen sock with it and repeating on the other side. Cal examines the old and well-used footwear before tossing it aside.
“You will need new boots if you stay,” he says. “I won’t allow an Inquisitor’s property to look run down.”
He is back on his feet, pulling me to mine. His face nears mine, hands cupping my cheeks. I tip my head up to meet him. He leans down, brushing his lips against mine. I take a sharp breath, looking between his eyes and his lips.
Cal watches me, his gaze heavy. I’m preparing to beg as he closes the distance, his soft lips kissing mine.
My eyes flutter closed at the heated contact, and all the thoughts in my brain cease. Cal’s lips part to suck my bottom one into his mouth, coaxing a moan from me. His tongue swipes along the now swollen flesh before releasing it from his perfect mouth.
I kiss him back, trying to resist the immense desire to drag his mouth roughly against mine. His hand tangles in my hair, angling me to deepen the kiss. My tongue enters his mouth, and he greets it by stroking it with expert precision. My arms wrap around his neck, urging him to stay close to me. He pulls away, leaving me with only the taste of him.
“Come, I have more planned than kissing,” Cal says. He takes my hand and leads me down the hall.
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