Page 17 of Caught in His Sights

“Should I buy you a collar?” Caleb asks, his deep voice seductive. “A diamond one that only I can open?”

The image brings to mind the family heirloom that I’ve seen grace more than one Omega’s throat who never appeared again at Caleb’s side. “Don’t dress me up like one of your arm candies.”

“No? You want something more permanent? One that’s special in a different way?” Air sticks in my lungs as Caleb leans close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Something with a heavy ring, so I can chain you to the bed? That way, you’ll be naked and ready for me when I come home from work.”

I gasp at the vivid picture he paints and wiggle on his lap as my blood rushes south.

Caleb’s firm hand presses against my sternum. “Stay still.”

I freeze, aware of the growing hardness between my legs.

“Good boy,” he praises, sending a flush of warmth through me. “You’re so responsive. I should buy you a new toy. I’m sad we didn’t have the chance to take full advantage of the one you bought.”

An ache of desire builds in my hips as his hand slides down my chest and over my stomach, my muscles contracting on a sharp breath.

When a single finger dips below my waistband, it takes all of my self-control not to lift my hips in silent demand. “You did well following my orders earlier. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

I bite my lip, unsure how I’m supposed to respond. Every fiber of my being wants Caleb to touch me, to give me the release denied me twice already tonight.

But what if I ask, and he keeps teasing me?

My toes flex with the desire to move, and I whimper as a wet patch spreads over my pajama bottoms where my tip leaks.

Caleb’s finger brushes my inner thigh, close to where I crave him but stopping an inch before the goal as he pushes my legs apart. “It’s okay to request a reward if you think you deserve it.”

My breath catches in my throat. “And if I’m wrong about deserving it?”

“Then you’ll be punished,” Caleb replies, an edge of danger in his tone.

My dick betrays me, jumping at the thought, the fabric covering me too thin to hide the reaction.

Caleb chuckles, his finger stroking higher up my inner thigh. “I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you until your ass is red and hot. I’ll have you crying before I ride you hard, using your body to satisfy myself.”

His words send a shiver through me. “I’ve never tried spanking. It’s too difficult to do alone.”

When Caleb’s hand nears its destination, my hips flex toward him, no longer able to contain the need coiled deep inside me.

His hand pauses. “Wanting it so bad wouldn’t be much of a punishment, though, would it?”

I lick my lips, meeting his dark-brown eyes. “We haven’t completed our original agreement, so I deserve a reward.”

His pupils dilate, his pheromones thickening in the air as his hand drifts back to my waistband. He slips beneath the fabric, featherlight as he grazes my leaking dick. “Want me to make you come?”

“Y-yes,” I groan, desperate for release.

Caleb’s hand cups my balls. “I want to wax you, so there’s nothing between us.”

Pleasure crashes through me, and lost in the sensation of Caleb’s hand finally on me, I nod my agreement.

His touch glides lower, blunt nails scraping lightly over my taint before finding my slick entrance.

“You’re so wet for me.” He massages the ring of muscles. “So soft and inviting.”

The sudden invasion of three fingers inside me sends a jolt through my entire body, and a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. I fist his shirt and grasp his knee for balance while he finger-fucks me with unrelenting precision.

Each thrust hits my prostate, the dirty words whispered into my ear heightening the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me.

“Oliver,” Caleb purrs, “you have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy having this tight ass gripping my cock.”

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