Prologue: As your brother, Caleb always took great pride in the fact that he was always the first to notice the little things when it came to you. When you were hurt, when you were sick, when you were lying or keeping a secret. What will Caleb do when he notices just how much his precious little adopted sister has grown? Can he fight the filthy, rotten feelings threatening to ruin all he holds dear?
(Caleb x Reader, no use of 'Y/N, AFAB reader, size difference.)
Every time he would swear that he was done, that it was the last time, you would do something that sent him spiralling out of control, his morals left in tatters.
He swore he would stop at merely admiring you from afar...but he didn't.
He swore he would stop after the pair of stolen knickers... but he didn't.
He swore he would stop after the feel of your luscious ass against him just once...but he didn't.
He swore he would stop after one glimpse of your pussy.... now he couldn't stop!
He was doomed and he knew it. He had promised himself to not blemish your purity in anyway but the way you had teased him tonight had snapped something inside of him.
Just like he knew you better than anyone else, you also knew him better than anyone else. And you knew exactly what would make him tick.
'It's not my fault this time.' He tells himself. 'She started it.'
He wasn't a complete monster, he felt immense guilt when you fled his presence the previous night to lock yourself in the bathroom. Giving you the space you clearly needed, he left, intending to come back an hour later to apologise when he heard those beautiful sounds. You were pleasuring yourself. Knowing that he had such an effect was incredible and pushed him further in madness. Solidifying his twisted reasoning.
A shrill ring of the landline telephone breaks him out of his internal monologue.
Grandma rises to her feet as quickly as she can before her hunched figure makes its way to the kitchen to answer the call.
He half-heartedly listens to Grandma talking quietly on the phone but most of his focus remains on you, curled up on the wingback chair. He can't help but smirk, seeing your gaze steadfastly focused on the floor in front of you, as if you're trying to look anywhere but him.
Grandma returns some minutes later, her handbag clutched in her hand.
"Where are you off to at this time of night?" He asks, Caleb's curiosity getting the better of him.
"Poor Mr Lee has had a fall." She shakes her head sadly. "Mrs Lee has asked me to accompany her to the hospital."
"Oh." Caleb hears you say simply.
Looking over, he notices you nervously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.
'She seems scared...' He thinks to himself. 'Good.'
"I can drive you and Mrs Lee to the hospital." You quickly offer. Caleb can tell your only offering to get out of being left alone with him.
"Oh, sweetheart, thank you, but I'll be okay." Grandma says, already halfway out the front door. "You two don't stay up too late, okay?" And with that the front door clicks shut.
A deafening silence falls over the room. He decides to let you linger in it a little longer.
He watches as your eyes flick between the stairs and him, calculating.
"You never could outrun me, Pipsqueak." He chuckles. "But your more than welcome to try."
That seemed to be all the invitation you needed. You were on your feet in a flash and taking the stairs two at a time. Even though he knew he would get so much more enjoyment out of letting you think you had outrun him, only for him to catch you and shatter your hopes, he couldn't wait.
The second your feet touched that landing, he had you pinned up against his bedroom door, his lean chest pressed up against your back.
"Come." He says, opening the bedroom door and pushing you into his room. "I thinks it's time we had a little chat."
Sitting down on his bed, he pulls your struggling form onto his lap. His arms coming around to circle yours and pin them to your side.
Patiently, he waits for you to stop struggling and squirming. "Are you done."
You nod petulantly, realising you are no match for his strength.
Taking a deep breath, he begins.
"You always knew the most hurtful thing you could do to me is shut me out." He whispers in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I gave you the chance to talk to me like the adult you are, Mèimei. But instead you not only chose to give me the silent treatment but you teased me just to rub salt in the wound."
"I didn't...it..it was an...."
"Bup-bup-bup." He silences you. "Let me speak first."
"'Kay."
"Is this all because I didn't have time to give my girl the orgasm she deserved?" When he doesn't receive a response, he continues. "I did have plans to return the favour, kitten, if you'd had just been patient."
"Caleb...I..." You try to defend yourself. "I swear, I didn't flash you on purpose."
"But the silent treatment was intentional, wasn't it?"
You stay silent but he feels your head nodding against his in agreement.
"You know..." He begins, his fingertips from the arm that isn't holding your arms to side begins to slowly traces patterns on your upper thigh. "even as children, you were an absolute brat when you never got your way."
"No, I wasn't." You huff indignantly.
"Yes, you were." He continues. "Grandma could never see it, so she would never do anything about it. But I think your more than overdue for a lesson, wouldn't you agree?"
Caleb feels you stiffen but pays it no mind as he removes you from his lap and rises to his feet. He towers over you, your wide eyes stare back as you wait to see what he will do next. He decides to take a second to let you stew in your panic before turning you around and pushing you face first onto the bed. Your feet still planted on the floor beside it, tried to push back.
"Stop struggling." He grunts as he drapes himself over your back, his semi-erect dick against your ass and his lips against your ear. "Because we both know this excites you just as much as it does me."
He heard you sigh before your body went limp. He knew he was right, and clearly so did you.
"I have years worth of grievances to work out with you, Pipsqueak." He growled, one hand pinning your arms to the bed as the other trailed up your leg, under the hem of your dress. "And this won't be over until I've ensured you've paid your debt for every...single...one."
His hand rubbed across the globes of your ass, stopping every so often to squeeze a handful of the flesh.
He knew it was wrong, but he could no longer bring himself to feel guilt about sullying you. Because, he realised, as you pushed your ass wantonly against his wandering hand, he couldn't bruise you because you were already rotten. You were just as rotten as he was.
Prologue: As Colonel, a riding crop is part of the uniform but when Caleb sees you admiring his recently purchased swagger stick things quickly become heated.
💜 My first attempt at a full-blown s3x scene, so please let me know what you think. 💜
P.S: Consider this an extra warning, there is A LOT of mentions of female ejaculation in this....like A ALOT! This is pure filth! You have been warned.
Notes: Female Reader, No use of 'Y/N, porn with feelings.
TW: Pseudo-incest, Use of riding crop, D/s tones, Possessive Caleb, Inappropriate use of a riding crop, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, humiliation, use of 'Gēge', Inappropriate use of evol, dacryphilia, clit spanking, overstimulation, squirting
You could hear the sound your breathing starting to come in fast, shallow pants.
'Was this guy fucking serious?' You thought to yourself in disbelief.
"Unless you don't want to come tonight..." He said, starting to pull away the handle of the crop.
You hand shot out to grasp it and with a gulp you slowly pull it back to rest against your pussy once more.
"That's my big, brave girl." He cooed. "Show Gēge how desperate you are."
Slowly, your moved your hips back and forth, unable to stop the moan that tumbled out.
Your clit was extra sensitive from the beating it had received and the long, leather covered shaft was nudging at that perfect spot. As you grew more confident, your hips began to rock quicker and press down harder. You could feel your orgasm approaching almost embarrassingly quickly.
"Ah, Caleb, fuck!" You moaned breathlessly, as the coil that had formed in your lower abdomen snapped, making your legs shake as you continued to grind against the stiff implement.
Eventually, you began to slow you pace, your orgasm making you even more sensitive to the point where it was becoming too much.
You felt the crop being pulled away and heard it land on the table. You looked up to see Caleb looking back down at you, an absolutely feral look in his eyes, as he ripped off his gloves and discarded them next to the cane.
Next thing you know, you were roughly pushed onto your back on the floor. Calebs hand coming up behind your head just in time to stop it from smacking on the ground.
"Again." He growled into your neck. "I need to hear you come with my name on your lips again."
His fingers quickly found you clit and began rubbing furiously, his teeth latching onto your neck so hard, straddling the line between pain and pleasure.
Bringing his fingers under your clitoral hood to find that incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves, he pushed his fingers against it just hard enough to make you want to scream.
Caleb growled and groaned into your throat as another orgasm washed over you but he didn't let up.
"Caleb, I..."
"Trust me." He said, keeping your body pinned beneath his much larger frame as he continued quickly rubbing back and forth.
Tears began to streak down your cheeks and a sob broke out. It was too much. You couldn't take it. Your toes had begun to curl and your back arched so far you thought you would snap it half. A cold, heavy sensation settled in the pit of your stomach when suddenly you felt something break.
"That's it, take what I give you."
Your sob turned into a silent scream as your whole body began to shake and spurts of warm liquid covered your ass.
"I told you." Caleb began to chuckle in your ear, his fingers still rubbing you through these new sensations. "I knew it! I knew you'd be a squirter."
His fingers eventually fell from your clit and you lay in the puddle on the dining room floor, twitching, as tears continued to stream down your face.
"Ready for more?" He smiled, sitting back on his heels to take in your dishevelled state.
You shake your head through the sobs and pants and rise to you hands and knees to crawl away.
"Oh, no, you don't." You heard Caleb say, feeling his hand latch around your ankle and drag you back across the now wet hardwood floor. "I promised you all the orgasms you could handle, kitten. The fact that your still concious means I haven't fulfilled my end of the deal."
He flips you over onto your stomach and spreads your thighs but your too weak to put up a fight.
"Now that I've got you right where I want you, you won't be going anywhere." He informed you, two fingers slowly pressing against the entrance of your pussy.
Letting out a small moan, you slowly push back against his fingers, feeling them slide into you.
"See, little one?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he began to pump his fingers in and out. "You don't want me to stop, either."
What begins as slow and steady suddenly changes when his fingers hit that spongy g-spot on your front wall. Before you can even register what is happening, his fingers inside you hook and rub fast against your g-spot as his thumb finds your overly sensitive clit.
"No...no..." You whine pathetically, as that new, cold and heavy sensation settled in the pit of your stomach once more.
"Yes...yes...yes" He whined back, mocking you as his fingers continued their relentless pace.
You felt his legs come to rest on your extended ones, pinning you to the floor before you could even think of trying to get away.
Your eyes rolled back and you succumbed to the feeling, knowing it was useless to fight against it.
Caleb let out a long groan. "Fuck! Yes!" He growled victoriously as you convulsed, wave after wave of warm liquid squirting out of you.
Soon, his fingers slowed to a halt and you feel his clothed chest against your naked back.
"Still awake?" A voiced murmured in your ear and you couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped.
"Hmmm, am I even alive?" You groan, making Caleb let out a hearty chuckle.
"Oh, I'm going to make sure you feel very alive." He responds, leaning back, his legs still sitting on yours and keeping you trapped.
Unable to find the energy to lift your head, you hear a rustle of fabric and the sound of a zipper. As exhausted as you are, you can't help but bite your lip in excitement.
"Sweetheart." His voice returns to your ear in a gentle whisper as you feel the blunt head of his cock rub between your folds. "I just need to make sure..."
"Yes, Caleb, please." You cut him off. "I want you."
Pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, you feel the head of his cock push in. You gasp and let out a little whimper. He's big! Bigger than you imagined.
"Just breath, baby." He whispers, rocking slowly back and forth, the head of his cock getting deeper on each thrust until...
"Mmmm." You both moan in unison and the head of his cock fully breaches you.
"That's it, baby, you took it so well." He says, peppering kisses on your cheek as you slowly thrusts deeper until he bottoms out.
You groan and dig your nails into the floor. You're so full that it's nearly painful.
Agonisingly slowly, he pulls out. Just as your lulled into a false sense of security, his hips snap forward harshly, knocking the air out of your lungs.
He chuckles darkly from behind you, his rhythm starting to increase in both speed and force.
You moan, unable to move but just lie there and take his cock.
"So tight." He hisses through clenched teeth. "So hot and wet. Fuck! You're perfect. The perfect little fuck, aren't you?"
"Caleb." You whine as the head of his cock strikes that sweet spot over and over again that has your eyes rolling back.
"Taking your Gēge's cock like you were built for it." His hips slap against your ass, the lewd sounds echo around the room.
His arms snakes around you hip, his fingers finding your clit, making you jolt.
"I feel it..." He groans, panting desperately as he snaps his cock into you at a furious pace. "I feel you clenching. Gonna milk me dry, yeah?"
Unable to speak, you nod dumbly, you're body jolting with his thrusts.
Your abdomen begins to clench as you feel those tell-tale waves spreading, suddenly crashing into you and drowning you
"That's it, take me there with you." You feel his whole body shudder and his cock twitch before you feel a gush of warmth spill inside of you.
Suddenly, you're pushed further against the floor as his body weight falls on top of you.
"I'm not crushing you, am I?" He pants into you ear with a slight, breathless laugh.
"No." You mumble back, lacking the energy to speak any louder.
His arms come to wrap around you and the two of you moan as his cock slips out of your warmth.
You feel his come leak out of your pussy, dirpping over your clit and to the floor.
You feel Caleb slowly sit up, taking his weight off of you and you groan at the loss of contact.
"I don't have the energy to get up." You whine.
"Well, luckily for you, you don't have to walk." And with that, Caleb flips you onto your back and scoops you up into his arms, bridal style.
"Where are we going?" You're head flops uselessly against his chest, you have no energy to even lift it.
"We...are going for a bath." He tells you with a kiss to the top of your head. "And then we are going for another round."
Shocked that he has anything more left in the tank, you look up at him.
"Remember, baby, so long as you're still concious means I haven't fulfilled my end of the deal." He chuckles with a wink. "And I pride myself in being a man of my word."
Prologue: As Colonel, a riding crop is part of the uniform but when Caleb sees you admiring his recently purchased swagger stick things quickly become heated.
Notes: Female Reader, No use of 'Y/N, porn with feelings.
TW: Pseudo-incest, Use of riding crop, D/s tones, Possessive Caleb, Inappropriate use of a riding crop, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, humiliation, use of 'Gēge', Inappropriate use of evol, dacryphilia, clit spanking overstimulation, squirting
You can't help but stare curiously at the smooth leather implement sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Caleb had come home from work earlier in the evening with a new riding crop in hand, claiming it was a necessity for work.
"Scared?" A voice whispered in your ear, making you jump. "You can touch it, you know? It doesn't bite...unless I make it."
You turned your head to watch Caleb, still fully dressed in his Farspace Fleet Colonel regalia, as he came and sat beside you on the couch.
"I just don't understand why you would need one."
"It's mostly just for show, a symbol of authority, but I also use it to signal troops." He replied, picking it up off the table and effortlessly twirling it over in his gloved, long, slender fingers. "The old one was getting so worn, I was kind of glad when it snapped. I was well overdue for a new one."
You felt disgusted to admit how arousing such a simple action could be. It was borderline sinful. Usually, you weren't one to admire a mans hands but Calebs were incredible. Especially in those black gloves.
You clear your throat and tried to get rid of such thoughts. You knew it was wrong to think such things of your own brother, that fact that he was merely an adoptive sibling didn't do much to quell the feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach.
"How'd you manage to break it?" You asked, running your finger along the handle as he held it still in his fingers. "It looks too sturdy to simply snap."
He smiled and ruffled your hair. "That's nothing to concern yourself with, Pipsqueak."
You weren't stupid. You knew first hand that his rank came with some 'unsavoury tasks'.
"Interrogation gone wrong?" You couldn't help but pry. "I distinctly remember you had used one to interrogate me."
"No, pipsqueak." He laughed. "I had one on me but I didn't use it on you. Trust me, you would have known if I did. There's a big difference."
You stay quiet for moment before you curiosity got the better of you. "Does it hurt?"
Caleb threw his head back and gave a sharp bark of laughter. "Well. They're not made for tickling." His laughter soon died down and his face turned a bit more serious as he shrugged. "They are made to hurt but they can also be used to please."
His eyes flicked up to meet yours and suddenly all the oxygen was sucked out of the room. There was something in his gaze you couldn't quite put your finger on...curiosity?...hunger?....lust?
Deciding to take the dive and see where this lead, you asked quietly with a slight tremble in your voice. "Have you ever used one to please?"
Caleb smiled slowly, his gaze bordering on predatory. "I can't say that I have." He rested one arm on the back of the couch, behind your head, the other hand trailed the leather tongue of the crop slowly up your lower leg.
You couldn't help the gasp the left your lips but you keep your leg still, enjoying the feel of the leather tracing up and down your calf.
"Curious?" He asked, his eyes gleaming.
"Maybe." You gave a slight chuckle and looked down, embarrassed.
"'Maybe' isnt an answer." His tone suddenly turned serious as the stroking of your leg stopped abruptly. "I'm going to need a 'yes' or a 'no.'"
"Yes." You whisper quickly.
"Good girl." The hand behind your head coming up to rake through your hair. "Get up."
Slowly you stood up, looking down at him. His feet came up to rest on the coffee table as he made a circle motion with the crop.
"Turn around." He commands. "Slowly."
You turn slowly, your back now facing him as you await further instruction. Looking over your shoulder, you see his hungry gaze looking you up and down.
Suddenly, his hand reaches around you to pop the button and lower the zip of your denim shorts before the fabric is yanked down to your ankles. Your now left standing in front of him in your black lace thong and cherry print crop top.
You feel his large, glove covered hand, run up the outside of your leg, over your thigh and to your ass where he roughly squeezes a handful of the flesh there. As he kneads and caresses your ass, you feel yourself leaning into his touch when suddenly a sharp crack is heard and your bum cheek begins to sting.
He had spanked you.
"Stand up straight." He told you sternly. "Don't move until I say otherwise."
His feet that had been on the coffee table are pulled back to rest on its edge before its violently kicked away, screeching across the wooden floor.
"Take two steps forward and get on your hands and knees." You step out of your denim shorts and do exactly as he asks, excitement making your breath now come out in shallow pants. "Head on the ground and ass in the air."
Getting into position, your nails nervously dig into the floorboards. You hear him rise from the chair and soon his polished boots come into your field of view beside your face which was turned to the side.
"Excited, are we? We haven't even begun, darling." He coos condescendingly as the silence of the room is broken by your heavy panting. "But, just how excited, I wonder, hmm?" He asks, trailing the leather tongue of the crop along the lace between your ass cheeks, stopping just before it can reach the spot that is so desperately craving friction.
You listen to his boots hitting the hardwood floor as he continues to circle you like a vulture, coming to a stop directly behind you again.
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't dreamt about getting you in such a position." He murmurs, quietly. "Now I have you right where I want you, don't think I'll be letting you go anytime soon, kitten."
You feel the crop return to your bum and give two small taps on your left cheek.
"Brace yourself."
Before you even had time to prepare yourself, you felt a slight sting of two blows in quick succession. The first blow landing on your left cheek, the second landing on your right.
He waits, as if waiting to see if you'll ask him to stop. When no such request came he continued. Giving your ass a slight tap in warning before he landed another sweet sting.
It wasn't long before you got used to the rhythm and you slowly push your ass further out, silently begging for more.
Caleb chuckled. "Oh, silly girl." He tsked. "That was just the warm up."
You freeze.
'Did he just say warm..'
"Ahhh." You yelp as another blow lands, more forcefully than the previous ones and without the warning tap this time. The crack of the crop piercing and only adding insult to injury.
You ball your hands under your head into fists, resisting the urge to rub the skin where you had been struck. You could already feel the warmth radiating from that spot where the blood vessels had begun to dilate.
'CRACK' Another sharp blow lands to the other side this time but before you had a chance to catch your breath... 'THWACK'
The skin where you had been struck warms and begins to throb. The throbbing seemed to go straight to your pussy. Your mind racing, your unable to form words so you merely whine pathetically.
"Oh, baby." He coos at you. You feel his leather clad hand run soothingly over the heated flesh of your ass. "Can't take it?"
You shake your head furiously, you didn't want this to end.
"I can take it." You pant. "Please."
He chuckles. "You're not usually one to beg, you must really be enjoying this." As his gloved hand runs over your bum, his thumb traces the edge of your thong, his finger almost grazing your pussy lip.
"Please." You beg once more, unsure of what it is you're begging for.
"Do you trust me?" You nod without hesitation at his question. "Good girl, come here."
Slowly, he brings you to stand on shaky legs. Just as you feel them start to give out from under you, your feet leave the floor and he's holding you in his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and one arm around his shoulder while the other clutches at the front of his coat. You rest your head on his shoulder epaulette as you revel in the feeling and smell of him. One arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you tightly against him while his other hand sits under your ass.
You whimper as the hand under your bum rubs soothing circles, the cool leather a vast contrast against your hot skin.
Your so wrapped up in the feeling, you don't even realised he has walked you over to the kitchen island until he carefully deposits you on the freezing cold counter surface. You hiss at the contact and Caleb let's out a dark chuckle.
Glancing up at him, your breath catches in your throat. His purple eyes bore straight into yours filled with such longing it almost brings you to tears.
"I need you. I always have." He whispers, his voice trembling slightly. Bringing his gloved hand up, he ever-so-gently runs it over your cheek, as if worshipping. "I need you so much it hurts."
Mustering all of your bravery, you lean in, your nose brushing his.
This is all the invitation he needs as he closes the rest of the distance between your lips and let's the flood gates open.
Prologue: As Colonel, a riding crop is part of the uniform but when Caleb sees you admiring his recently purchased swagger stick things quickly become heated.
Notes: Female Reader, No use of 'Y/N, porn with feelings.
TW: Pseudo-incest, Use of riding crop, D/s tones, Possessive Caleb, Inappropriate use of a riding crop, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, humiliation, use of 'Gēge', Inappropriate use of evol, dacryphilia, clit spanking overstimulation, squirting
His lips press against yours firmly but gently. You stay like this for a moment, revelling in the feel of each others lips but it isn't long before your legs unconsciously wrap around his hips, pulling him into you. As you gasp at the feeling of his thick erection coming into contact with your centre, he takes the opportunity to delve his tongue into you mouth with a deep groan.
His hands on your hips trail up, bunching up your crop top to just below your breasts.
Grinding himself against your lace clad pussy, he pulls his lips back and pants into your open mouth as you let out a moan.
"I'm not done with you yet, baby." He chuckles breathlessly. "Take it all off." He instructs, pulling on the hem of your top before taking a step back.
He stands there watching you, waiting.
With shaking hands, you grasp the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You throw it on the floor and look back to see Calebs face.
His eyes rove over your body as he smirks and raises an eyebrow, making a gesture with his hand as if to say 'get on with it.'
Your hands give away your nervousness as you reach behind you to unhook your bra and fumble slightly, you hesitate only briefly before sliding the straps down your arms and dropping the garment to the floor.
"Allow me to help you with this one." Caleb gives an almost menacing grin as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties. The feeling of the soft leather of his black gloves makes you moan as he pulls the panties down your legs. Unhooking them from around your feet, he shocks you when he turns the fabric over in his hands and admires the arousal coating the gusset. He slowly drags his thumb through the moisture, your face burning a deep red as the fluid stands out starkly against the black of his gloves.
His eyes suddenly snap up, burning into yours as he slips that very same thumb, now slick with your arousal, up to his face and between his lips. His eyes flutter shut as his lips wrap around the digit and he releases a deep moan.
Almost reluctantly, his removes the now clean thumb from his mouth and murmers. "Oh, Darling. I'm very sorry to inform you that you won't be getting these back anytime soon." He chuckles and slides them into the pocket of his pants.
Slowly, he slides his hands up your thighs, which are tightly closed together, partly out of shyness but mostly out of a desperate attempt to feel any kind of friction. You gasp as his hold suddenly tightens, his fingers digging deeply into you skin.
"Open." He commands and thrust your legs apart, not waiting for you to do it yourself. "Feet on the counter."
You release a shaky breath and bring your feet up to rest on the edge of the kitchen island, making sure to keep your legs spread.
Looking down, you find Calebs gaze focused directly on your bare pussy and you cover your eyes with your arm in embarrassment.
"No!" He barks, making you jump.
Before you can blink, he's at your side, near your head, both of his wrists held tightly in his grasp. He pins your hands to the counter above your head as he leans down and licks the shell of your ear.
"Do you remember when we were kids and you always begged me to use my evol to make you fly?" He asks non-chalantly, as if one hand isn't pinning your naked form to the counter while he begins to gently flick your nipple with the other. "Did you know it can also have the opposite effect?"
It takes you a while to register the fact he has asked you a question. "N..no."
"Oh yes, little one." He says casually, pinching and rolling your nipple gently his gloved thumb and forefinger. "I can use it to pin down naughty little girls who can't seem to follow their Gēge's simple instructions."
With this, you felt a heavy weight begin to press down on your arms, pinning your arms that were raised above your head, to the counter. You could feel Caleb release his grasp on your wrist. Testing it, you tried futilely to move your arms but it was useless. You could feel the invisible pressure weighing down on them, keeping them from moving even an inch.
You whimpered as you felt the same pressure wash over your legs. Against your control, your legs were being pushed by the invisible force. The back of your heel was pushed to rest against your ass and your knees were brought up to your chest, leaving you wide open and exposed.
"Don't bother trying to fight it. You're completely at my mercy now." And with that he suddenly pinched your nipple roughly between his fingers and pulled. He hovered over you, his teeth bared in a silent growl as he watched you desperately try to escape.
You squealed, trying to buck and squirm but your arms and legs were completely stuck.
His finger continued pinching and pulling your nipple until your breast had been pulled as far as it could go and his finger slipped off. The smooth leather of his glove gently returned to your abused breast, rubbing and soothing it while the back of the other hand rubbed sweetly up and down your cheek.
"Do you trust your Gēge to give you what you need?" He asked quietly in your ear.
All you could do was nod. The dichotomy between his sudden cold, rough demeanour and his sweet, loving mien had sent your head reeling, leaving you unable to form words.
"That's my good girl." He smiled down at you, watching your mouth part in shock as the soft leather tongue of the crop returned, tracing between your breasts and down your stomach. The leather tongue came to rest on your clit.
You saw his smile slowly twist into a sinister smirk just before...
'SMACK'
You threw your head back, something between a moan and scream wrenched from your throat. The muscles in your legs tensing as your tried with all your might to close them and soothe the throbbing.
You let out a sob of frustration, remembering you couldn't move no matter how desperately you tried. You were stuck there, for him to do with as he pleased and you could do nothing but wait and see what he had in store for you.
"Shh, shh, shh. It won't hurt for long." He assured, bringing his hand down to rub small circles on your clit but before you could appreciate the feeling, his leather bound fingers were gone.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to catch your breath when you felt the leather tongue return to rest on your breast, just above your nipple.
'Oh fu...'
'THWACK, THWACK, THWACK.'
Three blows rained down in quick succession, alternating between the left breath, the right and back to the left.'
The immediate sting that faded into a hot, steady throbbing brought tears to yours eyes. Still, you couldn't help the moan as the warmth bloomed across your chest.
'SLAP'
The sting of the crop radiated between your legs once again, your clit throbbing in arousal and pain.
'SMACK'
Another blow to your clit, the sound of the crop slapping against your wet pussy echoed around the room.
Mentally preparing yourself for another impact, you were instead surprised to hear the sound of his heavy boots walking down towards your spread legs and then complete silence.
You carefully opened your eyes and risked a glance down to see Caleb at your feet. His eyes transfixed at between your legs, one hand clutching the crop like a lifeline, the other palming the significant bulge in this trousers.
Suddenly, you felt the pressure on your limbs lift, releasing a groan as pins and needles rushed up and down your legs.
"Slowly now, little one." He said, gently grabbing your ankles and bringing your legs out to stretch before hanging them over the edge of the counter.
"Do you think you can stand?"
At your nod, he grabbed your hands, helping you to sit up before assisting you to stand back on terra firma. After giving you a moment, you led you by the hand to the dining table where he pulled a chair out and sat down, sitting you sideways on his lap and placing the crop of the table.
Carefully, he placed gentle kisses from your temple down to your cheek and the corner of your mouth. You turned your head to capture his lips in a quick kiss.
"Caleb..." You whispered breathlessly. "Please, I need..." You whimpered, too shy to admit just how desperately you need to come.
"I already told you, sweetheart..." He said pausing for another quick kiss. "Gēge knows what you need."
He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck before crushing his lips to yours, his tongue demanding entrance. The two of you let your tongues battle for dominance, twisting and stroking against each until you were both breathless.
"On your knees on the floor and facing me."
Unable and unwilling to say 'no', you quickly complied.
"You want to come, don't you?" You nod eagerly, making him chuckle. "Let's make a deal. If you're willing to bring yourself to orgasm in front of me just once, then I will give you more orgasms than you can handle."
"And if I don't?" You asked, curious.
"Then you don't come at all." He shrugged. "Even if I have you tie your hands to make sure they don't wander during the night, I will."
"Deal" You almost laughed.
'This is going to be too easy.' You smirked to yourself. 'Not even a challenge.'
You felt smug as you brought your hand between your thighs.
"Oh no, pipsqueak, you can't use your hands for this challenge." He laughed, watching the smirk get wiped of your face.
"Then how do I...." You fell silent as you felt the handle of the crop come to rest against your clit.
It was now Calebs turn to smirk. "Ready to give me a show?"
Prologue: As your brother, Caleb always took great pride in the fact that he was always the first to notice the little things when it came to you. When you were hurt, when you were sick, when you were lying or keeping a secret. What will Caleb do when he notices just how much his precious little adopted sister has grown? Can he fight the filthy, rotten feelings threatening to ruin all he holds dear?
(Caleb x Reader, no use of 'Y/N, AFAB reader, size difference.)
You sit at the dinner table, trying your best to make conversation with your Grandmother while studiously avoiding Caleb's eyes.
You swear you could feel every time his gaze landed on you, the weight of it feeling almost as heavy as a physical touch. Your breath would catch in your throat whenever your eyes locked and you were beginning to grow frustrated.
You were more than frustrated, actually.
After Caleb left your bedrooom and went to help set the table like nothing had even happened, you spent the next five minutes wiping the traces of his cum off of you. You didn't even have enough time to bring yourself to orgasm before Grandma was calling for you to come downstairs and eat.
To say that you were pent up was an understatement.
Caleb was busy telling your Grandma about his old high school friends while you pushed your salad around your plate and tried not to sulk.
"...they split a few years ago and went their seperate ways. Last I heard, she was back in her parents house and unemployed but he met someone else and is now engaged." He told them.
"At least he got his happy ending, though." You said nonchalantly, stabbing a piece of lettuce with more force than was necessary. "Too bad about her."
You felt his eyes snap back to you and you swear you could feel your body grow heavier under Calebs intense scrutiny. You risked a glance up to see him looking at you, rubbing his chin as though pondering something.
"Well, maybe, if she wasn't so intent on playing the victim card, she would realise that good things..." You felt his foot slide up you leg under the table. "...come to those who wait."
Just as suddenly as it appeared, his foot was gone and Caleb had risen from his chair to take his dishes to the sink. Leaving you to sit and stew in your rapidly swirling thoughts.
After dinner, the three of you had retired to the living room. Grandma and Caleb sat at opposite ends of the three-seater while you occupied the wingback chair that sat perpendicular to the couch. It was known as your chair and no one would dare sit in it while you were home.
Relaxing into the seat, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone as Grandma continued her latest knitting project and Caleb lay back on the sofa, watching the TV.
Though the room was filled with a comfortable silence, you were anything but comfortable. You were using your phone as a way to distract yourself from the man sitting right 6 feet away from you, who seemed to be completely unaffected.
Just as you were beginning to feel your nerves settle, your phone vibrated in your hand, a drop-down notification appearing and informing you of a text from Caleb.
You steal a glance at him, his eyes focused on the TV but his phone sat in front of him, face down on the couch. Looking back down at your phone, you begin to read.
Caleb: 'Is my sweet, little pipsqueak sulking the corner? ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)'
You ignore him and continue scrolling but it wasn't long before you see another text appear.
Caleb: 'I can see you've read my message. Giving me the silent treatment, pipsqueak?'
You knew it was incredibly immature of you but you knew how much he hated being ignored. Looking up at him, you find his gaze already on you. With a bored expression on your face, you lock your phone screen and place it on the chair in front of you before turning your attention to the television.
Very quickly, you felt your phone buzz once...then twice....then three times.
Looking over, you see him typing furiously, his brow furrowed in a mix on concentration and...anger?
Feeling like you may have pushed him to far, you pick up your phone and read the messages.
Caleb: 'Is this because we didn't get time for you to have your fun?'
Caleb: 'Because, it sounds like you had plenty of fun last night... I heard you taking care of yourself after I left the room. How many times did you come? I counted at least 6. Well...from what I could hear from your bedroom door, anyway.'
Caleb: 'You always were a brat when you didn't get your way.'
You couldn't help the audible scoff that escaped your mouth. The nickname 'brat' was always his go to when he was upset with you.
Beginning to feel pins and needles, you uncrossed your legs to give them a stretch before crossing them again. Risking a glance at Caleb, you blanched. The tips of his ears were bright red, the creases between his eyebrows becoming more pronounced and the veins in his neck standing out.
Is he really that angry from a bit of silent treatment?
Caleb: 'Did you seriously just flash me after ignoring me, pipsqueak?'
As much as you wanted to reply and deny it, you were too stubborn to concede defeat and stop the silent treatment. You sat, watching Caleb's typing bubble appear, holding your breath.
Caleb: 'You little cocktease! If you know what's good for you, you will lock your door tonight and pray to God I don't get in.'
