Page 41 of Tamed

I thought I’d combust on the spot.

He wanted me. He did. There was the evidence under my hand. The evidence that I affected him as badly as he affected me and that he most definitely didn’t see me as a little girl anymore.

“C-Cal—” I stuttered.

“Be silent.” The words were hard and authoritative, crushing mine under their weight. “I gave you an order, Isabel. I told you what to do. I told you to suck it, didn’t I?”

Oh, God. Was he really going to—

Then all thought stopped dead as he dragged my hand away and undid his belt with ruthless efficiency, popping the buttons on his pants and pulling down the zipper of his fly.

My fingers curled and I couldn’t look away as he let go of the tab and I could see the length of his cock pushing against the black cotton of his underwear.

God. He was as big as I’d thought.

He reached down, sliding his hand into his underwear and drawing his cock out, and I went hot, staring at it like a fool.

It was long and thick, with an aggressive curve up to his flat abdomen. An iron bar covered in smooth, velvety-looking skin. I’d seen men’s dicks online — hey, I might be a virgin, but I wasn’t exactly innocent — and I never thought one could be beautiful, but Caleb’s was.

“You know what to do.” His voice had gotten deeper, rougher. “So do it.”

He was expecting me to baulk, I knew. To find this too much to handle and far too frightening. To findhimtoo frightening. But I’d never been afraid of Caleb. Of his anger, sure, but not him. Never him. He’d never hurt me. Never in a million years.

So, I didn’t hesitate, reaching for him, conscious of the pressure of his gaze on me as I curled my fingers around him. He was as hard and felt as velvety as I’d imagined, his skin scorching my fingers.

I trembled a little because I wanted this to be good for him. Ineededthis to be good for him, but I had no idea what to do and no idea where to start.

He must have known exactly what was going through my head, though, because he said, “Don’t overthink it, little girl. It’s not difficult. Just put it in your mouth and suck. Do it now.”

The order was irresistible. I gripped the base of his cock in one hand, and I leaned forward, my heartbeat drumming in my head as I opened my mouth to take him.

His taste hit me first, musky and salty, then the heat of his skin. And I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me. He tastedsogood.

I tried to take more, tried to swallow him down. But his fingers tangled in my hair, and he gripped me tight, stopping me.

“No,” he murmured. “Not all of it, not yet. Here. I’ll show you.” His hips flexed and his cock pushed in a slow, gradual slide deeper into my mouth.

Little prickles of pain erupted all over my scalp from where he held tight to my hair, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. It combined with the stinging burn of where he’d spanked me, another sensation layered on top of his flavor and his heat and his scent, making everything more intense. More real.

I trembled, my lips stretching wide to take him as he pushed deeper. He tugged my head back, forcing me to look up at him, the lines of his strong, brutally handsome face stark and harsh, his eyes glittering.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice gotten even rougher. “Is this what you thought it would be like?”

I wanted to tell him no, it wasn’t anything like what I’d expected. It was more erotic. More intense. More physical. More wrong and forbidden, and ten thousand times hotter than anything I’d ever fantasized about.

But I couldn’t have answered even if I’d wanted to, because my mouth was full of him and he was brushing the back of my throat, making my eyes water.

He drew back then slid in again, slowly, lazily, his salty, musky taste of filling my mouth, the feel of his skin against my tongue smooth and velvety.

I couldn’t tear my gaze from his, fascinated by the shifting currents in his eyes and the heat that burned there, the undeniable signs of the pleasure I was giving him. And, yes, he was getting off. Because of me.

His hips flexed, another deep slow glide across my tongue. “Suck harder, Isabel.”

So, I sucked and sucked harder, the thick length of him gliding in and out in a lazy rhythm. He smelled spicy, along with a dark musk that turned me on even more, making me aware that the pulsing heat between my thighs was becoming more and more acute.

He must have seen the look on my face because his eyes gleamed suddenly. “One more minute, Isabel. One more minute to make me come.”

It was a challenge, a dare, and I was desperate to take it.

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