Cruel

Chapter 3

Sutton

I wake up at six am because that's what my alarm is set for. My regular shift at the deli starting in an hour and a half, but I won't be making it in like usual. Today I start working for Caleb, the man who will be my new boss, the man who just f****d my brains out less than twenty-four hours ago and set my body in flames with the most amazing non-stop mind-altering orgasms to ever exist.

I haven't stopped thinking about him, unable to forget the way my body was immediately drawn to him as soon as his fingers graced my skin. The tug of my hair, the feel of him skimming up my thigh, rendering me defenseless instantaneously. The attraction was too strong and undeniable.

I don't know what my duties will entail as his employee, wondering if I'm only there for s*x, which I should find offensive, but I don't. I've never felt such a strong physical connection to a man like I do with Caleb. His touch is like a deadly virus, poisoning my body within seconds, consuming it, coursing through my blood and veins with no cure. I'm sick with lust and desire, my arousal untameable. I'm sick for this man I've just met, this man I don't even know, who doesn't seem to have a heart or soul. I need him, I want him. I already know no matter how many times he ends up f*****g me it will never be enough, leaving me thirsty for more.

I've had many s****l encounters before in my past and many orgasms. This isn't my first rodeo but none of it bears comparison to the way this man pounded into me with raw intensity he unleashes from deep within somewhere dark and dismal. Bestowing me gratifications that hold more electricity than a bolt of lightning.

Underneath his handsome exterior lies a man I should fear and loathe and I'm not sure if I won't, but I need him not just for s*x, I need this job to survive. I just hope I will be able to tolerate his not-so warm personality. It's not like I haven't had to work for assholes before having to bite my tongue and suck it up so I could make a living. When you're stuck in my situation, you don't actually get your pick of the litter when it comes to jobs.

Before I can attempt to conquer the issue, which is Caleb McIntyre, I have the unnerving task of quitting my job without notice first. I feel horrible, Pete has been wonderful to me these last few years. He gave me a chance when not many would, treated my like family and now I have to screw him because Caleb wants me to start immediately.

I shower and get dressed, heading off to the deli. I owe Pete the respect of telling him in person, not over the phone. He deserves that, he deserves better, but that's the best I can do.

I park in the back lot getting out of my car. Entering through the screen door, I near Pete at the slicer while he prepares fresh sliced turkey for the day.

My attire along with my full-on appearance is too nice to be cooking in. Pete takes notices immediately, looking up with a casual smile. My hair is actually down for once, neatly straightened with hints of makeup on my face. I haven't worn makeup since the first week I started, finding no need. Ninety percent of our cliental are business professionals not looking for love with a twenty--seven-year-old cook covered in grease, lunchmeat, and whatever else edible product that ends up on me that day.

"You look beautiful Sutton," he says with a friendly face, disregarding the obvious issue. I feel worse, he's too f*****g kind.

"I hate doing this to you Pete, but I've been offered a new position I can't afford to turn away. I wasn't given a chance to give you notice, I'm so sorry." My face droops in shame, looking away from the older gentleman wearing his apron.

"I knew this day would come. You've always been too good for this place young lady. If things don't work out you know you always have a home here to come back to." He goes over to the sink and washes his hands, then approaches me, extending it out to me after drying off with a paper towel.

"Thank you Pete. I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. I'll stop by as often as I can." My phone goes off in my pocket as I try to say my good bye's. I know it has to be Caleb, no one else would be texting me this early in the morning. "Excuse me one second, I need to take this."

"No problem sweety."

Walking off to the side I remove my phone and I read the message.

Caleb: Be ready with your things by 1130. My driver will be picking you up. We will go over your terms of employment once you arrive.Me: OkayCaleb: I don't expect responses, I expect you to be ready.

What an asshole. I've got a great emoji of a face giving the finger that I want to send back but I refrain even though it takes everything in me not to. I shove my cell in my purse and hug Pete before I get back into my car and return home to pack the little bit of personal items I own. Everything else in my apartment is worthless and I'm sure since I will be taking residency at Caleb's he'll be supplying me with a bed and that's all I need besides my clothes.

Eleven thirty on the dot a knock comes wrapping on my apartment door. I open up and a greying suited gentleman stiffly stands before me.

"Hello Ms. Danvers. I'm Jeffrey. I will be escorting you to Mr. McIntyre's." He sees my bags sitting next to the door grabbing them in his hold.

"That's okay Jeffrey, I can carry them myself." He ignores me walking off so I follow until we arrive at a large black Chevy Suburban.

Jeffrey tosses my things in the trunk and we take off towards my new home where the devil himself awaits for me.

When we arrive at the mansion Jeffrey takes my bags heading upstairs, "Please take a seat in the living room, Mr. McIntyre will be with you in a moment." Jeffrey instructs me with the living room sitting to the right of me.

Nervously I seat myself on the sofa waiting for Caleb. I watch Jeffrey return from putting my things away and exits the house before Caleb shows up seconds later. His straight face and grim nature hasn't changed since our first meeting. Goosebumps are forming on my arms, my body automatically effected by his presence the closer he approaches. I'm scared but immensely turned on.

Caleb sits back on the leather recliner next to me speaking, "Come over here and get on your knees. I want you to give me head."