Cruel

Chapter 15

Sutton

It's been a month and a half since Caleb has shown me a bit of compassion, that he does have a heart somewhere hidden underneath that tough exterior he keeps mounted up like a brick wall. It makes each passing day become harder with the knowledge that even though it might be minor, minuscule, practically obsolete, that he does care for me, but it's nothing close to what I want, what I need.

He's pushed me away again since that day. Always taking ten steps back whenever he takes two steps forward. The only time we have shared the same room is to have s*x and then he quickly makes himself scarce to keep the distance between us.

Caleb had mentioned a benefit he wanted to talk to me about that I will be attending with him but that was it, just a mention only once. I had forgotten until he has Rosa come to speak to me on the matter this morning. Rosa just shortly leaving me only minutes ago once she's done breaking it down.

The benefit is tonight with little notice of my duties given in advance. I'm to attend on Caleb's arm playing the perfect girlfriend. No one, with the exception of Ben knowing the ruse, not even Miranda the wiser. Caleb has told everyone that I had come to work for him with our relationship developing into something more personal as the time has passed.

I'm to look pretty, say as little as possible and act like I'm happily falling in love when I'm anything but happy, yet falling in love might hold some truth. I've also been told Ben will be attending and I need to keep my distance with there being a riff between him and Caleb ever since Caleb walked in on us flirting in the kitchen.

Rosa has informed me that they have made amends, but Caleb has been keeping Ben at arms length because of me. Rosa doesn't have to say it for me to know Caleb still feels like I'm his possession, he owns me, so I'm not allowed to get close to another man.

What Caleb doesn't get is that he doesn't own me and if he can't take the time out to give me the attention I want and need, I will talk to Ben if I choose. Slowly I'm becoming more and more lonely and unhappy falling for a man who can't wake up in the same bed as me and only pushes me away whenever he feels like he's getting too close.

After Rosa has told me of my new duties leaving me to be, I go leafing through my closet trying to find the perfect dress for the event I know nothing about. Everything I find is beautiful, glamorous, but nothing seems to truly catch my fancy.

I decide to go out, go shopping, find the perfect dress that will knock Caleb off his feet. I want his attention, I'm desperate for it, I long to have him notice me and see me as a person not an object. I want him to prove without a doubt that he cares that I'm here, no more little hints here and there that he tries to hide. If I don't get his attention I know I'll get Ben's and that will get under his skin. He's proven that already. If I don't break him soon, I don't think I can handle staying around much longer.

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I move down the steps, Caleb staring at the floor waiting for my arrival, not noticing that I've finished preparing ready to join him. He hears the slight creaking of the floorboards move realizing I'm making my way down, causing his head to tilt upwards. He looks up in astonishment, his jaw falling partially agape, his eyes lost in a daze as he looks to be admiring my appearance in astonishment.

"I'm ready," I let him know when I have made it to the main floor, standing inches away from him with only a speck of dust separating us. I'm in my new white dress that falls just below my knees, string straps, loose at the bottom but tight at the top around my breasts. There's no sequence, no exquisite design, it's plain and simple but beautiful. For me, the perfect dress never needing a huge price tag to have value. For me this dress, the way it fits me, the delicate design, it's priceless regardless of what the sales tag said.

"Su..tt..on," Caleb stutters trying to speak, tripping over the rest of his words when he attempts to continue his sentence only ending up being able to say my name. I must have really impressed him if I've gotten him this tongue tied.

He's well dressed in a black tailored suit, his chestnut locks professionally trimmed and set, his small stubbles well groomed. He looks more delectable than ever, but again I quickly remember he's not mine, he never will be, so I have to try to ignore the tempestuous sight that sits before me.

"You look...you look great," I let him know I also am impressed and a bit taken aback by his striking appearance, never having seen him looking this impeccably sharp before except in pictures. He truly is the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on.

Caleb reaches out, taking my hand, escorting me to the front door, a warmth filling my body when our fingers entwine. His body is etching peculiarly like he's aroused from my appearance, trying to avoid temptation. Another thing I should take as a compliment, but there's that part of me that knows better. That I should never look too much into anything when it comes to Caleb, because it will only hurt me in the long run, so I don't. I follow him to the limo he has rented for the night, observing the cracks in the concrete walk path to preoccupy myself.

"Sutton, you look beautiful tonight, not that you weren't already. It's just...well, it's just I've never seen you so done up before. It suits you well." Caleb tells me, his tone is sincere, soft, as he pulls open the limo door gesturing for me to get in before releasing my hand from his grasp.

"Thank you," I can't hold back the small hint of a smile that has pushed its way out, flattered by his words, no longer able to ignore his effect on me.

It's too much, he takes my breath away, he's captured my heart without trying. The small semblance of good in him is visible to my eyes no matter how much he tries to conceal it. I've fallen for him, my heart palpitating at a rapid pace. Caleb McIntyre is the only man my heart has ever truly desired, the only man I will ever want to be with and it's causing a churning pain to rumble in my chest. I turn away facing the window once we are both seated in the back of the luxury vehicle. As soon as we began to move, I stare out the tinted glass attempting to look at the passing trees in a bid to distract my attention away from him.

"Get over here Sutton," he demands, patting the empty spot next to him as I have made a wide gap between the two of us keeping my distance, not wanting my emotions to get the best of me if I'm too near. I know if I feel his tingling touch, the heat of his breath, the smallest of contact, I won't be able to resist whatever he asks or commands me to do.

"No," objectively I retort, keeping my eyes focused on the window. He holds too much power over me, I need to fight him in every way possible if I'm to survive ten more months of him.

"If I have to tell you one more time, then I'll keep the partition down and let the driver watch what I'm going to do to you. I want and need you...Now." His husky voice has deepened in a raspy assertive tone. He means every word that's just left his mouth.

Rolling my eyes and grunting in frustration, I turn his way scooting down next to him in defeat. An evil smirk glistening across his face while he reaches over pressing the button to the partition, letting it raise.

Without hesitation, his fingers quickly find their way to my center, cupping my s*x once the driver can't see us. Now that he's established how wet I am for him, he hoists me up on his lap with my dress bottom flying up to my waist. "Why are you wearing panties?" He growls angrily.

"You can't be serious. We're going out to a formal event with tons of people around. You really are out of your f*****g mind if you think I'm going to prance around with no underwear." I'd been informed that what we are attending is a charity event. Something outrageous like $2000 a plate to raise money for underprivileged and sick children. I'm surprised Caleb is even involved in something so generous and meaningful, but I'm glad. It shows me that I'm right, that there is so much more hidden underneath looking for escape when it comes to him. I'm not happy about possibly going commando though.

"I am serious, just make sure that you remember to keep your legs closed around other men and that you belong to me." I want to argue with him, rebel and take a stance because what he's wanting from me is degrading, but instead my focus quickly becomes derailed with Caleb ripping away my panties, plunging a finger into my core, letting the now shredded lingerie falter to the floor.

I'm on his lap, his hand working obsessively in and around my pooling wetness, the feel of his protruding erection pushing at the seams of his dress pants underneath me.

Our mouths find way to each others, impatiently feeding off one another with our tongues tangling. I can't deny him, I can't control my mind and body when it comes to what it desires the most.

"You're mine Ms. Danvers, I'll never let another man have you. I want you to tell me that you'll never want anyone but me." Caleb releases his aching shaft from it's fabric confinement, stroking it in his hand, eagerly preparing to enter me. The action coming about so fast I never noticed him undoing his pants.

"I'm yours Caleb. You're the only man I want or ever will want," I concede easily, because not only is it the truth, but the way he is making me feel is like he never wants to let me go and I never want to leave. I'm swaying into him, brushing against his hardness, his fingers f*****g me in a brutal pleasurable formation as he's added two more.

"You're mine," he gnarls into my collar, removing his fingers, replacing it with a much larger force. His commanding voice ghosts my skin, making sure I can feel the heat of his breath, my hands falling to the top of his shoulders for support while he slams up into me in madness.

I clutch onto him, tightening my grip, his lower region prying deeper and deeper into my depths with each plunging re-entry and short withdraw. My needy tunnel wraps around him, squeezing, choking, hugging his girth in pure indulgence while he guides and controls my body grasping me by my waist.

I'm moaning and crying, whimpering with my face falling against his chest, trying to maintain my sanity as it burrows against his jacket that fills my nostrils with his expensive irresistible scent. He smells... he tastes....he feels delicious. He's not a man, he's a God the way he works his magic on and inside of me.

The pressure of his manhood, intense friction crashing against my walls with all its might, has my muscles contracting. Slowly my climax begins ripping away, the buildup worth the wait as it tears me apart in intervals. Battered and abused in only the best ways possible, my body jolts and shivers falling to pieces while I come undone in a magnificent glory.

Caleb falls apart with me, his guttural grunts escaping his lips, his harsh grindings slowing down in pace with a wet warmth releasing inside of me. We both struggle to catch our breaths, heavy labored pants reaching out for air filtering the back seats of the limo with the both of us spent and satisfied once our movements have come to an end.

He stays fitted inside of me, one hand raising to my cheek to lift my face. The feel of his moist lips seductively feather mine until he is kissing me with tenderness. Again he has taken two steps forward having me happy and elated but I know it's stupid because it won't be long before he takes another ten steps back.