Page 62 of Caleb's Salvation
“Vivienne, what are you doing here?” he asked me, his head dropped back, like a man stretched to his breaking point.
Pushing your buttons, I thought.Jabbing at your sides. Irritating you until you have to deal with me. Or more importantly, until he had to deal with himself and his own emotions.
Unzipping my coat, I took it off and tossed it on his desk. Same with my wool hat. Then I took a deep breath and pulled off the sweater I was wearing. I didn’t have sexy underwear so I removed the practical, beige, underwire bra as quickly as possible. The boots were trickier, and I understood that the reality of doing a striptease in winter in Alaska was probably not the sexist feat ever done by womankind. But when I was naked and he was still unmoving, still silent, his eyes pinned to mine when they weren’t roving over my body, I slipped the condom out of the pocket of my jeans and handed it to him.
“Is this what you want?” he said, taking it.
“This is what you said you could give me.”
“And if it’s all I can give you? If there is nothing left?”
“I’ll take my chances,” I whispered as I crawled into his lap, straddling his jean-covered thighs. Because the truth was I didn’t think I was taking a whole lot of chances. Because I knew inside my heart there was more inside his heart. A whole ocean of love he’d bottled and corked. All it took was the right person to uncork it.
He reached around the back of my neck and brought me to him. His kiss was nearly desperate, and I sensed that what was about to happen in this office was going to be more furious than any storm Alaska could conjure up.
His mouth consumed me. Never leaving me, never giving more than a breath. I pushed myself against him, from the buttons of his flannel shirt that dug into the skin between my breasts to the feel of the rough denim of his jeans abrading the insides of my thighs.
I dug my fingers into his hair and whispered in his ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
He pulled his head back and his eyes were sharp. Intent. As if I’d given him too much with my gentleness. My caring. His arms came underneath mine and with a crazy kind of strength, he deadlifted me off his lap until I was sitting on the edge of his desk.
He stood then and pushed between my thighs spreading them wide. For balance I had to brace my hands behind me which meant I couldn’t touch him. I watched his nostrils flare, and his eyes grow heavy. He liked this better, I thought. He liked to have the power over me rather than accept my care. My comfort.
I gasped as he pushed a finger between my lips, deep and thick I had no recourse other than to suck it. He pulled it away then ran it down over my chin, brushing my neck, tracing my collar bone.
Not my nipples, though. Those he teased around the edges until it was more than the cold making them pebble-hard.
His head dropped then, sucking one of my nipples deeply into this mouth even as his finger kept making its way down, down, down until he plunged it between my legs.
“Caleb!”
“Were you wet driving here?” he asked, lifting his mouth off my breast. “Were you wet thinking that I might fuck you here on my desk?”
I nodded.
“No,” he said harshly, pulling his finger from me. Putting it in his own mouth before he said, “Not good enough, Vivienne. I need the words.”
“I wanted you,” I said. “I hoped this would happen.”
“You like my dick?”
“I likeyou,” I countered. “I also happen to like the dick that comes with you.”
He chuckled darkly at that. “You ever suck one? A cock in your mouth.”
I shook my head.
“Hmm, that will be fun. Teaching you that. And if you don’t get it right, then I might have to spank you for it.”
My body trembled at the idea. Which was probably really perverted of me. I closed my eyes.
Then his fingers cupped my chin and he lifted my face so I was forced to look at him. “Get that shit out of your head, Vivienne. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why the punishment is a turn-on for you. Your whole life has been a carrot with a stick. Makes sense your sex life should be the same way. Makes it easier for you to enjoy the pleasure, revel in it, because you already believe you have to suffer for it. You just didn’t understand the suffering would be so much fun, did you?”
I shook my head. Helpless against admitting what was true.
“You liked that sting on your ass, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
