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“Oh. Oh. Oh, god,” was all Livvie seemed capable of getting out.

Caleb felt heat at the base of his spine and he knew it would be spreading. He was going to come any second and as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t come inside Livvie. He laid her down on the bed, fighting her arms as she clutched at his shoulders and back.

“Arms over your head, right now,” he ordered.

“Yes, Caleb,” Livvie moaned.

Livvie’s enthusiastic obedience was enough to push Caleb over the edge. He sucked Livvie’s nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, forcing her to cry out before he pulled his cock out of her and came against her thigh.

Once he was done panting, Caleb held Livvie’s trembling body in his arms. He’d never felt happiness like he felt it then, but Livvie was crying. “Are you hurt?” Caleb whispered. He was mortified to think he’d taken more pleasure than he gave.

Livvie reached up, touched his face, and smiled. “I’m okay,” she said sheepishly.

Caleb wiped at her tears. “Then why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” Livvie said. Her shaking hands stroked Caleb’s hair away from his forehead. He closed his eyes, enjoying the proprietary way she touched him. “I think I’m just happy,” she whispered.

Caleb let out a short laugh. “Strange response to happiness, but okay.” He leaned down and licked at one of the salty tears trailing toward Livvie’s ear. He smiled when he felt her try to wriggle out from under him.

“What are you doing?” she asked and laughed.

“I was curious,” he whispered.

“About what?”

Caleb looked down at Livvie in wonder. He had done so many terrible things to her, things he could never take back. And still, she loved him. Of all the tears he’d made her shed, these were his favorite. “If happy tears taste the same as the sad ones,” he said.

A rush of tears rolled down her face, but her smile widened. “And?” she croaked.

“I think they’re sweeter,” Caleb whispered. He kissed her lips and discovered what real sweetness was. “But it could just be your face.”

Caleb knew he could never undo what he’d just done, and he was glad.

Chapter Twenty

Once upon a time, Caleb held me captive in the dark – now he used it to seduce me. His fingertips traced patterns on my skin, while his lips found their way down my spine, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I sighed and arched beneath him, begging him.

“You’re spoiled,” he whispered at the base of my spine.

“I’ve earned it,” I sighed into the bed. One of his large hands palmed my ass cheek and I found myself lifting my hips. I never wanted to leave Caleb’s bed again. I could be content to live out my life being touched, kissed, and made love to by him.

He swatted my behind playfully. “Careful, Kitten – if you put your ass in my face again, you’re going to learn what a pervert I really am.”

I stilled for a moment, not sure I wanted to play this game, but then I felt Caleb’s teeth nibbling at the curve of my bottom and thought fled. Slowly, he sucked my flesh into his mouth and bit me gently. It was the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. His tongue laved each spot before he moved on to the next. Small gasps escaped my mouth with each bite.

“Like that, Pet?” he whispered. He blew gently across my damp skin and I moaned.

“Yes, Caleb,” I sighed. He had called me by my name earlier, and while it melted my heart to know Caleb saw me as a person and not a thing, I was just as happy to be his Kitten. For better or worse, Caleb had instilled his tastes in me.

I liked knowing the only thing I had to do to make Caleb happy was exactly as I was told. There was no wrong way to touch him. He took charge and knew what to do. In all the humiliations he had put me through, the one thing he had never done was make me feel bad about my body or my inexperience.

Caleb shifted, and his hands positioned me to suit him. His cock rested against my left leg, while my right was moved up on the bed. I blushed, knowing how exposed I was from behind, but I didn’t stop him from exploring. If Caleb wanted something, he was sure to get it one way or another. I chose the path of least resistance and greatest pleasure.

I gasped when his finger stroked the seam of my pussy. I was sore inside, but his soft, skillful touches on my clit were magic. They always had been. As his finger circled my clit, my hips found their own rhythm, sometimes chasing Caleb’s touch, others trying to pull away from the intensity. I didn’t want the frenzy of orgasm. I was content to languish in the lazy pleasure Caleb cultivated so easily. Caleb resumed his love bites, and I could do little more than writhe and moan.

“Tell me again whom you belong to,” he whispered.

I moaned, loudly and unabashedly. “To you, Caleb. I belong to you,” I sighed.