Page 90 of Unforgivable

“Why would you think that? There’s nothing broken about you, Rhys. You’re the strongest person I know,” he said adamantly. Bitter tears pushed to the surface, and I hated myself for ruining the moment.

“It’s stupid. I just…” I halted, unsure of how to explain. Cal patiently waited, spearing one of his hands into my hair and massaging my scalp gently. “It’s…do you remember the times you touched me in the classroom and the gym shower?”

“Yeah, what about them?” He replied, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well, I never said no to you even though I—I should have,” I mumbled. “At first I thought it was the whole forbidden public thing that…made me want it, but…”

“But what? You know you can tell me anything.” His soothing tone calmed me, giving me confidence to continue.

“I th-think it was…I liked that you were pushing it on me, and…” I stopped, tears choking the rest of my confession as my throat tightened. But Cal understood me, saw everything I couldn’t put into words.

“You got off on the idea of being forced into it, even though you were able to say no. Is that what it is, sweetheart?” There was not a hint of judgment in his tone or his eyes, the ones tearing me open and seeing down to my core. I nodded slowly, the weight of what he said sitting on my chest like an anvil. The past prodded at my memory, filling me with disgust and shame for what I wanted from him. Cal dropped down and kissed me softly, my tears tainting the caress.

“You’re not broken, Sweetness. I knew the first time I touched you in that class that you had a dirty side you hadn’t yet embraced. It drove me crazy. It made me want to unravel every thread holding you together until you gave in and let me show you just how fucking sexy your desires are. There’s nothing wrong about them,” Cal promised me, punctuating each sentence with a kiss on my face. A couple more tears escaped and he chased them with his tongue, lapping them up.

“But…but I shouldn’t like that. You don’t know what I—being forced isn’t…supposed to be hot or—or make me…” I stuttered, trying to make sense of what I had struggled with for months.

“Make you come like a filthy little cockslut?” Cal murmured in my ear, husky and dripping with arousal. His crude question made me tremble beneath him, my cock twitching with need. “Answer me this, Rhys. Was what we did consensual?”

“Yes, but?—”

“Did you enjoy what I did to your body?”

“Obviously I did, but it?—”

“And would you judge one of your friends if it had happened to them?”

“No, of course not, but that?—”

“Is all that matters,” Cal finished for me. “You are not the only person in the world who likes the idea of consensual force. It’s a common kink, and there’s nothing wrong with it if done right. That’s why I always reminded you that you could stop me. You liked what we did because it felt wrong and dangerous, but you had control the entire time.”

I let his explanation sink in, wrestling with it as my brain fought to accept it. “But I remember feeling scared and…it made me hard. That’s not normal,” I argued.

“Says who? You were only scared when there was that sliver of possibility that I wouldn’t stop what I was doing, but you knew deep down that I would. What did your gut tell you?” he reasoned.

“That I was safe with you,” I answered instantly. “I felt stupid for thinking that considering how we met, but I knew you’d stop touching me if I said no.”

“Exactly,” Cal smiled down at me, brushing his lips on mine. “You only think you’re broken because we live in a fucked up world that shames anything that strays beyond the vanilla line. There was always consent between us in one form or another, but your body knew it was goddamn hot to think of me overpowering you and forcing you to take the pleasure I gave.”

I whimpered, my cock hardening even more thinking about it. I had never been as turned on as I had those times with Cal where it felt so wrong to give in, but my body had begged for his depravity. Cal growled, wrapping his hand around my dick and pumping out a bead of precum. “Oh yeah, you love that, don’t you? Look at you. You’re dripping at the idea of me holding you down and making you take every inch of my cock even if you fight it.”

“Cal, I want…” I moaned, arching into the achingly slow rhythm of his hand. “I want you to…force me to come against my will.” The plea left me in a rush, breathless and desperate. Embarrassment stole the air from my lungs as I waited for his reaction. Cal’s hand froze and he looked down at me with a mixture of awe and unfiltered lust.

“Was that where all this came from? This was your idea for the night?” Cal asked. I nodded and his carnal smile melted the last of my fears. “Oh sweet boy, it’ll be my fucking pleasure. And I promise you I will fuck every thought of you being broken out of your head.”

He shot up, leaving me panting and shaking on the mattress. Calquickly disrobed, his clothes falling away like the curtain opening on a sinful show. I soaked in every detail about him I could, the streetlamp outside providing just enough light in the dark room. His abs clenched with each heavy breath, his arm tensed subtly as he stroked his length. His piercing glinted in the soft light, nestled in that mushroom head that was shiny with precum. I stared transfixed as a drop was squeezed from his slit and caught on the barbell. Saliva filled my mouth and Cal smiled wickedly when my dick jerked from my shameless exploration.

He didn’t say a word as he slid into his closet and came out with two ties and my overnight bag. Dropping my bag, he came over to the bed and grabbed my wrist, kissing it briefly. The tender move made my heart stutter in my chest. “If you don’t like something I do, I want you to say ‘red’. You can cry and say no all you want, but I’ll only stop if you say red. Understand?”

I gulped audibly, nerves seeping in at the knowledge that I would need a safeword tonight, but it also heated my blood to the boiling point. “Y-yes. I understand.”

Cal gave me an approving smile and began tying my wrist to the bar of his headboard. He leaned over to tie the other one, checking to make sure they were secure, but not overly tight. He then dug around in my bag until he found the toy that I had bought for us to use. His grin was bright in the darkness with half his body drenched in shadow, making him look fierce and menacing. For some confounding reason, that made me even harder for him.

“Excellent choice, Sweetness,” he praised, twirling the vibrating plug in his hand and examining it. He kneeled on the bed, fingers teasing the head of my cock. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come before you’re completely drained for me. I’ll fuck you dry until there’s not a drop of cum left in your body, then I’ll fill you back up with my load. The only cum you’ll be full of tonight is mine.”

“Jesus, Cal…” I whined, desperate for his hands on me. The dark part of my brain wanted to revel in the twisted act, in the safety he offered. “No, I don’t want it…”

His eyes flashed with panic for a split second before recognition dawned, his grin growing wolfish. “You say that like I care, Sweetness. You’ll take it either way. Now spread your legs and let me in.” His hands clamped down on my calves, wrenching them to opposite sides of the bed and crawling between them. I was wide open and vulnerable, completely at his mercy. My cock throbbed incessantly fromhow obscene it felt to give him this much power over me. But that was wrong because he wasn’t the one with the power. I was. This wasn’t like before…withhim.

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