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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 7: The Way He Controls Me
Chapter Summary: Cal takes what he wants.
Trigger Warnings: Rough sex
Song for the chapter: Juno by Sabrina Carpenter
Electric anticipation buzzes inside my chest with the new promise. He’s going to let me orgasm. He will not deny me this time.
Cal watches my transitioning expression, likely reading the excited thoughts in my head. I stare back, though I struggle to keep my wandering eyes on his handsome face as he stands shirtless at the edge of the bed. His nimble fingers work the closure on his pants, slacking the material at his waist, allowing it to pool around his ankles. His fingers hook the band of his undergarment, sliding it off his narrow hips.
There is no hesitation as my eyes view his erection. Unlike Theo, Cal allows me ample time to gaze upon him, watching me watch him.
He appears above average, but still manageable. I wait for him to make the first move. Watching as a drop of pre-cum beads at his tip, he gives a lazy stroke, smearing the opaque lubricant. I take a sharp breath.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips, needing to taste him. Cal kneels on the bed, hands parting my legs to guide himself between them. His dark expression turns to annoyed amusement, green eyes flicking up to mine with an unimpressed look offset by the smirk on his lips.
“Distracted again by a new desire. I will not have you on your knees tonight.”
A coy smile twists the corners of my mouth. “We have time for both.”
Cal pauses in lining himself up, eyes meeting mine. “If I change my plans to allow for this distraction, you will wait longer.”
I need to be his undoing. “I can wait a little longer.”
Cal raises his eyebrows, an obvious look of doubt painting his features. He shrugs, looking unconvinced, but pulls away, laying back.
“Knees on either side of my head.”
My eyes widen, realizing he will still subject me to his teasing. It would appear I will not be his undoing this time.
I crawl into position, and Cal arranges me, his calloused hands wrapping around my thighs and pulling them apart, sinking me towards his face. I brace for his touch, but I only feel his hot breath fanning across my exposed sex.
“You will not experience release like this,” he says.
“What if I hold out longer than you?” I ask, too cocky for my own good.
He huffs a laugh.
My hand wraps around his length, positioning him in front of my lips. I give the head a testing lick, hoping he will give an audible reaction.
Instead, I cry out as he laps once at my overly sensitive clit. I recover, steady myself, and swirl my tongue around the head.
Cal tongues my bud in a tight circle, causing me to lose focus again. I stop teasing; drawing this out doesn’t help my cause.
I suck the tip, licking as I go. But I pull off as my hips buck to escape Cal’s mouth, which has sealed over my clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it.
Realization finally dawns on me—he’s playing an imitation game. He’s testing my resolve, challenging me to continue to push him towards orgasm knowing he’ll give me the exact same treatment.
I grumble in his direction, and I see his white teeth flash from his spot between my legs. “Must you?”
“You should thank me. I’ll do anything you want if you demonstrate.”
“You know I didn’t want this.”
“Correct.”
It’s a battle of wills, and I am determined to give it my best shot. Though I may have to adjust my original goal. Maybe I can make him falter or stutter in his actions. Anything to show I affect his body too.
I open by sliding my mouth down his length until I gag. I use my hand to make up for the rest I cannot yet reach. His mouth latching onto me foils my attempt to relax my throat, despite my desperate attempts to buck my hips away from his mouth. Cal’s powerful hands wrap around my thighs, locking me in place.
As I use my mouth and hand in tandem, working to take more of him down my throat, he inserts his fingers in me, stroking in time with the flicks of his tongue. My jaw tenses, and I gag again, pulling off. He pulls away as well.
“You will not achieve your goal; best to give up and let tonight proceed as I had planned,” he says.
His tone is calm, but the words mock me. I can’t pull a reaction out of him. I can’t make him orgasm first.
But I can take most of him in my mouth before I’m overwhelmed. If I can take him fully, perhaps that is success enough for tonight. Cal maintains his position while scoffing at my lofty goals.
I take a breath, relaxing my throat and sinking down onto his length. I don’t use my hand this time to avoid the extra sensation from his fingers. Cal’s mouth works to bring me to my edge.
I lick and suck and bob my way towards the base of his cock. Cal increases the sucking intensity and frequency of his tongue flicks. Scorching pleasure sparks through my body as he attacks my clit with a relentless barrage of stimulation.
The previous denials have left me too sensitive to each touch. This orgasm builds faster than the previous ones. This game—and myself—are approaching the end. So I shove myself forward, my nose touching his pubic bone before pulling away just in time to avoid my release.
I drop my head as waves of bliss crash forward only to stop and recede as I pant. Cal snickers at my feeble attempt to make him break first. He pushes my legs off him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Impressive to watch you stop yourself this time. Now may we move on?”
I am grinning victoriously despite having changed goals twice. Cal’s indifference breaks in place of an exasperated grin.
“You act like you didn’t enjoy it,” I say.
“It would be more enjoyable if I didn’t have to spend every moment in your mind ensuring I don’t allow you to steal an unapproved orgasm from me.”
I nod, a sympathetic frown tugging down my mouth. “I understand; next time I’ll do it properly.”
His eyes flash before he settles his face back to annoyance. “We shall see.”
Cal sits back on his feet, pulling me with him until I straddle his lap. His tip nudges my soaked entrance, and my focus centers on his face.
“Are you ready?” he asks, meeting my gaze.
I’m breathless and excited. “Yes.”
Cal flexes his fingers around my hips, guiding me down, sliding inside me in one easy stroke. My eyes flutter closed, and I drop my forehead onto his shoulder. Cal lets out a soft grunt as I wrap around him, causing me to pull back and check his face for more signs of pleasure. But he keeps his expression neutral. I rise, sliding him out, wanting to pull more sweet noises of pleasure from his lips.
Cal drags me back down, sitting flush inside me, causing me to moan at the fullness. His eyelids slow-blink, but there is no further reaction.
“Not yet,” he says, his iron grip preventing me from moving.
A long, exasperated sigh exits my lungs. “Why? What else could you possibly want to do before fucking me?”
I can feel my resolve breaking. He has denied me so many times now.
“I thought you should come first.”
“You can’t do that while fucking me?”
His expression doesn’t change. “I’m afraid the detour you insisted on may prevent my meeting both expectations at once.”
He didn’t show it then, but I had affected him. My outrage turns to glee as I search his face for details, wanting to know the extent of control he lost.
Cal’s thumb brushes my swollen clit, causing me to buck against him.
He grimaces and holds me steady with the other hand. Now that he’s inside, wrapped in my fluttering heat, I can see how on edge he is.
He continues rubbing tight circles where I need him most while keeping himself nestled deep inside me. Because I can, I rock my hips against him, forcing friction on his cock.
Cal glares at me, but his fingers don’t stop, and neither do I. I want to watch him struggle, for the sensation of me wrapped around him to be enough to bring him near the edge. I roll my hips again, and he lets out a choked sound.
His nose brushes mine, once and then again before he seals our lips together. My arms wrap tight around his neck, kissing him with a slow passion.
I don’t give up my newfound power and swallow his soft moans as he draws me closer to orgasm. Each brush of his thumb, swipe of his tongue, and subtle twitch of his hips is sweeter knowing he will not deny me this time.
With the freedom to grind back into his urging touch, I unravel too fast, disappointed that I cannot tease him further. I lose my ability to kiss him, my mouth falling open to release tiny gasps. He sucks my lower lip, coaxing me into my release.
I make a small pained sound, and Cal’s mouth covers mine as pleasure wracks my body. I convulse and clench hard around him with frantic pulsations. Cal cannot seem to help the low groan as my cunt milks him, urging him to orgasm too.
As the pleasure subsides, Cal’s thumb does not. Our kiss breaks as I try to escape his touch. His half-hooded eyes no longer resemble the man who was content with teasing me. His dark expression is akin to a merciless Inquisitor who will turn my pleasure to pain.
“Cal, please, I need a break.”
His sinister smile exposes his white teeth. “I seem to recall you mentioning something about being used by me?”
My stomach flips, and my body fights to break his grasp. But he holds me steady, inflicting overstimulating pleasure on me with his dexterous fingers.
Upon realizing there is no escape from this near painful pleasure, I submit, leaning to rest my head on his flexing shoulder.
Cal pulls back from me, giving me a disgusted look at my attempt. He does not allow the delicate comfort I crave. There is nothing gentle left in his demeanor. The soft side was an act.
It couldn’t be; perhaps this is a cover-up for his kindness instead. He’s been too gentle with me. He must convince himself that he is still a cruel man.
I whimper as he draws a forced orgasm from my body, hot pleasure shooting up my spine before the panic sets in that this may go on for much longer than I hoped.
Cal shoves me off him, and relief floods my tensing body. He will not subject me to further cruel overstimulation.
I scramble to my hands and knees, but Cal is on me. His hand tangles in my hair, shoving me face down into the soft mattress, arching my back, and ramming himself back into me.
I cry out in surprise and push against the suffocating plush prison, trying to suck in air. Cal takes an aggressive pace, each brutal thrust slamming into my cervix.
I quite enjoy the pace, but the lack of oxygen makes it terrifying. My panic causes my body to tense, dulling the sensation of him as I fight for my life.
Cal shoves my face further into the bed, holding me down until I stop resisting, taking what he wants from my body. Just as I’m sure I will die, Cal tugs my hair back, deepening the arch of my back and allowing sweet air to fill my lungs.
I prepare for him to restrict my breathing again. But he doesn’t subject me to the horror. As he slams himself into me, I remain quiet. It is his turn to indulge. He needs this without thinking of my pleasure.
Fresh arousal coats us as I realize he is using me. I asked him to; I wanted him to find relief in my body.
All the buildup brought him to the brink of madness too. He did so much for me, all with minor pleasure, and he still ensured my release before taking his.
My fear that this act of dominance was a sign of his lingering cruelty is incorrect. His patience and attentiveness are more telling. I want to make him feel as much pleasure as he gave me. I want to help him finish.
My initial submission subsides as my hips meet his thrusts, fucking myself back onto him. Cal’s pace stutters, and he lets out a soft moan.
It’s music to my ears. I work to meet each quick and harsh thrust, keeping his preferred pace. He becomes more vocal, grunting and nearly whimpering as I fuck him from my obedient position.
Cal’s grip on my hair drops to rest on my hips, guiding me from behind as I work. Each rough thrust causes him to slam hard into my cervix, making my eyes roll back. I try to forget my pleasure, making way for his.
I want to watch his face as he comes undone, but it is not possible from this angle. Instead, I imagine what he might look like. His eyebrows pinched together, his full lips parted for his soft gasps.
Cal’s grip tightens, locking me in place, preventing further movement as he spills himself into me. He thrusts our bodies in parallel motion, rocking himself through his release.
He collapses, and I fall forward onto my stomach, pulling him to cover me. Muscular arms come to wrap around me as he places soft kisses on my neck. My fingers stroke the hair on his forearms with gentle reverence.
We lie there panting for a glorious eternity. But painful thoughts creep into my mind. Reminding me of the last time a man held me after he orgasmed.
I try to push aside the thoughts, focusing on the lazy trail of kisses Cal places. But fear of another rejection outweighs his soft reassurance. Cal’s kisses cease and his head raises, taking notice of the new tension in my body.
I try not to let my chest heave, but a single sob breaks through as tears flood my unwilling eyes. Theo tossed me aside without a second thought. My face falls against the bed, trying to hide my betrayal of Cal.
Theo had become the most important part of my life. Offering me solace years after being orphaned. He threw us away, and I still can’t understand why.
My flowing tears turn to full-blown sobs that wrack my body. I feel ashamed to be crying over my ex after everything Cal has done for me. As though I am telling him he isn’t enough for me.
Cal rolls us onto our sides and, with the help of the Force, brings the covers up over our naked bodies. He strokes my hair softly, shushing me as I weep.
“I am not mad at you for loving him still,” he says. “It makes you a better person than I. Your unconditional love is something I value in you.”
Cal holds me for the rest of the night until I cry myself to sleep, wrapped in his protection.
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