Cruel

Chapter 8

Sutton

So far I've met two more employees in the household, neither one of them showing signs of a personality, unlike Anna, who I find a refreshing change. There's Rosalita, the regular chef, and Thomas, a butler of sorts, both who have been employed here for years. I get the notion that their pleasantries are due to Caleb's need for privacy. They shelter themselves from me, distancing themselves so I can't question them like I do Anna.

It seems everyone around the place never holds just one duty, assisting here and there to keep things straight. I've come to learn this from our brief encounters. There's one thing they all share in common that stands out; a deep respect for Caleb and I can't understand why.

I'm curious about him, how someone so flatulent seems to have such loyal employees and there's the thing Anna mentioned. He used to be different, softer, caring. They all must have worked here back when Caleb wasn't as harsh as he is currently. It's the only explanation I can fathom.

"Anna?" I peer out of my door, my head with the upper half of my body hanging out, calling to the older woman.

"Yes?" She's so surprisingly pleasant it's awkward. Anna stops in the hallway, turning to face me with a cheerful grin, holding a basket of laundry in her hands. "You said Caleb changed, do you think he'll ever go back to the way he used to be?" I step completely out of the door into the long corridor. If there was some good in this man, maybe it's still there, maybe I can help him find that side of him again. This is one of my downfalls. I always want to believe the best in people and it usually comes back and bites me in the ass.

She sits the basket down on the floor to face me completely, "Caleb has a big heart, you'd be surprised. He's shut the world out though. I'm not sure if he is capable of opening back up after what he's been through and he has secrets only he knows about, secrets that I think also makes him the way he is today. I do believe though, with you around him having someone stable in his life, that there's a chance." She says with hopefulness.

I guess time will only tell. It does seem like he's a bit generous, which is a good sign. Two thousand dollars a month, free food, free car, new wardrobe, and I'm living rent free in a mansion with no expenses. The only thing I owe are previous bills I acquired before I was propositioned with this job. I shouldn't have anything to complain about. This is way more than what I expected, but I can already see myself getting lonely and bored. I can see how true the statement, "money can't buy you happiness" is. If Caleb could just partially act like a human being every once in awhile, it would make living here a lot more bearable. My previous social life consisted of my co-workers and customers. That's all gone now.

I finish up talking to Anna and let her get back to work. I explore my new wardrobe to kill some time. I can't believe how expensive these clothes are. The closet and dressers are filled with designer clothing, handbags, jewelry, and shoes. I'm surrounded by names like Versace, Gucci, and s**t I've never even heard of but know has to have cost a fortune. As glamorous as all this is I don't really see myself in it. I'd rather just wear a t-shirt with a pair of jeans. I don't want any of it, it's not who I am, but in public it's who I'm going to have to be.

I haven't even bothered to go look at my new car. I know it's a Honda Civic from the keys and that's all I need to know. For the first time in my life I'll have a reliable vehicle, the one luxury Caleb's given me that I'm truly thankful for. I can explore its features later when I go out grocery shopping tomorrow. The kitchen is currently well stocked and Caleb isn't home for the day, so I really don't need to pick anything up. There's one or two ingredients I didn't see that I'd like to grab and I also need to go to the bank, deposit money, and pay bills. I know I'm free to leave today, but since it is my first day I choose not to leave the premises. I need to familiarize myself with my new surroundings.

I spend the rest of the day exploring the house, learning where everything is and the rooms it consists of until it starts to near 8:00 pm. I shower, freshening myself up, then grab a good book waiting naked in Caleb's bed. I sprawl out along the soft silky sheets that nestle around me with my upper half propped up comfortably on the memory foam pillows.

I'm anxious and excited for him to get home when I shouldn't be. I'm just going to be open to his abuse once he steps foot inside his private kingdom, but in just the short time I've been without his caress, his kisses, all of me agonizes in a blistering fever. Every part of my anatomy is pining for the feral savage to conquer it.

When I hear Caleb making his way up the steps, I sit down the copy of "Firestarter" by Stephen King that's in my hands on the shiny polished nightstand that sits beside the bed.

I want to get up, approach him, smother him with my mouth, my tongue, instead I lay there ogling the tall handsome figure biting down on my bottom lip once he enters. He's too unreadable. I have to be apprehensive, choose my actions carefully or I risk the chance of angering him and he holds too much aggression inside already from secrets he'll probably never share.

He's dressed in one of his expensive designer suits, bringing his calloused fingers to his neck, loosening the tie that hangs around it. The small action along with the scent of his musky cologne is sexy as hell when it's coming from him. With the tie undone dangling over his shoulders, Caleb begins to unfasten the buttons on his white collared shirt . One by one, I watch in a hypnotized trance as he pops each one out, slowly exposing his broad outlined chest with each downward motion. The sight has my depths palpitating at an unnatural speed. He's gorgeously irresistible, making my body suffer in the most excruciating agony waiting for him to near closer, to take his place inside my drenching mound.

"I've been waiting all day to get home knowing that you'd be here naked in my bed." Caleb barks as he finishes removing everything above his waist. He's currently positioned next to the bed.

When he gets down to his belt and begins to unbuckle, I'm done for. The small bit of patience I did have is completely obliterated, my urgency for Caleb has taken control.

"Let me help you," I sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the mattress, splaying them so Caleb's stand in between. Not waiting for an answer, I bring my hands to his pants, quickly undoing them, pulling his boxers down to his knees, letting him shimmy himself out completely.

I lick my lips salivating with his hardened c**k standing in front of my face. His manhood is extraordinary, deadly, it has power it uses against me to make me do things I'd never consider doing.

Bringing my hands to his stomach, I rub, massaging the tight tanned skin, my fingers making a path down towards his outer and inner thighs. Caleb's muscles clench, his breath is hitching while he allows me to probe his impeccable existence.

"You're beautiful Sutton, so f*****g beautiful. You have no idea what you do to me," He growls right before he takes hold of my hands, hoisting me up to my feet. Caleb throws his hand behind my head, taking a clump of my hair, a delightful pain ensues. I'm not sure what I do to him, but I definitely know what he does to me.

Firmly he grips the strands using his hold to bring my lips to his. Aggressively, he triumphs my mouth with rough, lingering kisses. The attack is brutal, intense, it's just how I like it.

Pausing for air, Caleb turns me around so my back is to him. Diligently, he throws me down on the bed, his c**k diving into my entrance with little hesitation as I lie hunched over. After several quick pumps, he withdraws himself, taking hold of my waist just above my hips, only to pull me back down on him with a forceful slam so he can bury his thrumming c**k deeper inside my recesses.

I cry out in a mewling whimper fisting the sheets soundly in my grip above the sides of my head while he forcefully begins to pound himself into me. A wave of insurmountable pleasures scours every section of my body, leaving nothing untouched.

Caleb moves himself in and out, thrusting and hammering profoundly, groaning with his brisk movements. I'm drowning in a sea of utopia, the robust sensations making me dizzy. Easily I'm taken to my climax. Within moments of my release, his thrusting c***s brings me to another build up.

He drops down on top of me, his chest flat against my back, his c**k digging deeper into my screaming abyss with his fingers locking around my hands. I can feel his heart rapidly beating against me as he pounds inside my walls. Caleb f***s like he's on a rampage, he's ferocious, primitive. I don't see how I'll ever get enough of what he does to me as I'm swelling around him once again. My body is in a tremor, my orgasm making way.

"That's it baby, come for me again. I want you to show me over and over how much your p***y loves taking my c**k," Caleb grunts as he dominates my entrance blow after blow.

I'm tensing in a strong quiver, my second orgasm peaking, His vengeful thrusts taking me to the edge ripping out through me until I'm moaning my release calling Caleb's name.

"Mmm f**k, that's a good girl," Momentarily, he slows down his pace, readying himself for the final blows. His grips on my hands tightening, his last slamming thrusts smacking loudly into my skin. Grunting and groaning, Caleb discharges his thickness in contractions, finishing with a growl of content.

Caleb takes a moment to regather himself before he removes his length. I feel his hot breath against my skin trying to slow down; as soon as his breathing catches up, he begins to withdraw from my confines. I know he's going to kick me out of his room now that we are done having s*x, so I beat him to the punch.

I pick up my robe I had waiting on the floor beside the bed and slip my arms through the sleeves, wrapping the sides of the robe around me, I secure it with the strap, "Would you like me to do anything for you before I go?" My voice is almost a whisper, my tone soft and gentle. My plan is to kill him with kindness. Maybe if I'm too nice I'll get him to eventually lighten up.

"No, you can leave." Like always, Caleb becomes icy once we're done f*****g. He speaks with his usual coldness, not looking my way when I go to exit.

Killing him with kindness might take me the entire year.