part0011

It's been two days since Caleb first got sick. He's doing much better now, only running a slight temperature of 99.1 degrees. Of course sick or well, neither stops him from being impossible always refusing my assistance because of his arrogant ego.

He's found something to nit pick at with everything I've prepared for or done for him. He's fired me twice and tried to fuck me three times all while he's been running high fevers. I would have got fired a third time if I hadn't promised I would have sex once his temperature seemed to stabilize staying under 100 degrees. I miss feeling him buried deep inside me as much as he misses being inside but I don't think the physical activity would help his health any.

I keep having to ask myself why I try so hard. Nothing ever seems good enough for him but I can't help but so badly want to try and change him for the better. The more he tries to drive me away, the closer I want to become. I long to break down his walls, I thrive on the challenge, if the word challenge is strong enough to describe what Caleb McIntyre is.

I've drawn him a bath for, not only for his benefit but for mine. I know he'll want me in there with him just as much as I want to be in there myself.

"Caleb," I use my hand to amplify my voice like a microphone, "It's time to get washed." I call out to him from his private bathroom while he sits on his sofa going over work related items on his computer.

He doesn't respond, instead I find him entering the bathroom more than willing to get bathed as he quickly removes each article of clothing so I can look upon and appreciate his naked form. Even limp his cock is large, the sight of it increasing my hunger for it's feel.

"My temperature has stayed low so I'm assuming you'll be getting in with me." Caleb gravely eyes me down not appreciating the fact that I'm still clothed.

Picking up on what his stare is telling me, I remove my dress in one fluid motion taking it over my head by the lining of the hem until there is nothing covering my body with the exception of my bare skin.

"Much better," he smirks with an unruly grin, his eyes thoroughly examining every portion of my body in satisfaction.

I step into the extravagant jacuzzi bathtub taking Caleb's hand so he ends up positioning in front of me. I want to be able to wrap my arms around him, run my soapy fingers along with the sponge over his shoulders down his chiseled torso and I will.

I take hold of the sponge to my right, the liquid wash to my left, soaping it up and bring it to his chest resting my free hand on his pectoral. My chin situates on the inside nook of his neck while I lather up his flesh making sure he can feel the pressure of my fingers pushing inwards in a bid to message his tensed muscles.

"How does that feel?" I sensually whisper in his ear licking just below the lobe.

"You're a woman of many talents Ms. Danvers," He moans taking my hand without the sponge down his chest past his waist until it falls below the water, finding his throbbing girth that has quickly hardened into a large erection. "How does that feel?" Caleb asks with his fingers gripping over top of mine stroking his growing cock.

"It feels like you're ready to show me your talents Mr. McIntire," I rub his manhood beneath the small waves as my pussy clenches in an out in an aching pain against his backside. I tighten my grasp on his cock, increasing my speed enjoying the way he pulses under my fingers. I've missed being able to touch him there, missed every sexual aspect I have been deprived of these last couple of days. I'm more than ready for whatever abuse he is ready to unleash on me, his illness has delayed my physical gratification for too long already.

"It's a shame I only get to keep you for a year, I'll never find another woman who can get me as excited as you do," he growls with his body jerking into me. I want to take it as a compliment but at the same time it hurts to be reminded that I'm only temporary, a disposable distraction, his paid whore no matter how many times I try to lie to myself and tell myself I'm more than that.

I don't let Caleb know I'm disturbed by his harsh words while he stands us up turning me around so I face the above surface of the tub. He places his hand on the top of my back leaning me down so my front side is laying flat, my wet breasts and pebbled nibbles pressing against the cold cermanic surface with my ass welcoming him from behind.

He teases my yearning pussy guiding the head of his cock around my entrance, toying with my desperation to have him enter my begging opening.

Inserting only an inch or two he doesn't thrust. He just partial sits inside of me letting out a soft moan of gratification, basking in the sensations of finally being cradled in my walls once more. "Did you want me to fuck you Ms. Danvers?" Caleb asks in a diabolical tone slipping in just a little bit more to continue with his onward torture.

"Yes, please Caleb. You know I want you to fuck me," I whimper writhing in my spot slowly dying in anticipation.

"Are you sure?" He taunts sliding in just a little bit more than last time showing me that he holds all the power. I know he is just as anxious as I am, he's resilience is remarkable the way he can so easily hold back to prove his dominance but right now is not the time to prove who's boss.

"Stop being an asshole and fuck me!" I've completely lost my shit done with his games. My body is in too much pain to be withheld any longer.

Caleb lets out a bellowing laugh then slams into me gripping me by the waist. He yanks me down harshly, digging his cock deep into my abyss with his forceful thrust before he quickly withdrawals, repeating the action but with more intensity. The built up aggression he saves for fucking is released, the sexual barbaric caveman in him disengaged. His dominating cock is the only thing I want in charge of me and finally it is.

Insurmountable pleasure and pain seers throughout my body as Caleb shows me over and over the qualities about him I most appreciate. His shaft reaches inside my depths plummeting with vengeance curling into my spot, It's like my pussy was fitted perfectly for his cock the way it locks around him in a need to hold him tight while he grants me wondrous sensations to jar through my entirety.

"Oh my god Caleb, it's been too long. Please fuck me harder, I can't get enough." I cry with Caleb thrusting back and forth with all his might.

His heavy breathing intensifies, my words motivating as he grinds and pounds into me with his pelvis smacking against my ass, the pounding strikes speeding up with instancy.

"Tell me Sutton, tell me how you're my dirty little whore," Caleb grabs onto a clump of my hair pulling up my head so my body is arching upwards. The gush of pain sending my arousal to escalate as he moves in and out of my entrance, my climax building reading to explode in a sea of wetness.

"I'm your dirty little whore Caleb," I pant and moan getting hotter from all the naughty talk we are exchanging.

Caleb moves his hands from my hair to my neck, interlocking his fingers around the front keeping my body in an upward arched position. Insanely he begins to lose control, struggling to contain his tightening muscles from releasing while he fucks me, my pussy stroking his aching shaft.

He's going so fast, there's no more room for build up inside of me. I shatter with my orgasm crying out in bliss with my walls squeezing in hard trying to strangle his cock before it releases in relief. I've only had one orgasm this time but this orgasm has outdone all the others with every experience with this man only ever getting better.

Caleb continues to move inside me, choking me while my body still fights to come down from the pleasures he's just inflicted thriving from his insatiable abuse.

His thrusts begin to tense, his breath ragged and hitched. I feel the warmth shoot inside, large spurts of his cream fill me while he shudders in his completion.

Pulling out, Caleb turns me around laying himself on me, resting his head on my breast. We stay in that position taking a moment to recollect ourselves, my fingers finding way to his hair leafing through the soft strands as we attempt to normalize our breathing. I like the way he lies on top of me and let's me comfort him like we were actually a couple. I hate after sex how he almost always walks away immediately. This small amount of intimacy is something I want more of from him but I'm lucky just to have it once, I'm lucky to have it now.

Once we get up, Caleb has us go over to the shower and rinse off so we can continue our bath. We return to our original position with Caleb sitting in front of me, his back to my face, my back against the porcelain curve of the tub with my arms curling around him.

I return to washing him, taking the lathered up sponge to his full shoulders running it down the length of his arms covering him in suds then go to his chest.

Along with the sponge, I use my hand to soap him up wanting to feel his solid perfection graze underneath the pads of my fingers. He's too flawless and handsome for me to be able to keep my hands to myself when the opportunity is right before me.

"Sutton, why don't you have a boyfriend?" Caleb asks the question blandly in curiosity but that's all it is, curiosity. I don't think he really cares. Most attractive women my age are either married or in a serious commitment, not secluding themselves from the world like I have.

"Because I'm fucking you." My response is blank, not truly explaining why I have chosen not to be in a relationship when I easily could have been these last several years as my hands keep moving about his upper body. I don't want to tell him it's because I know I'm worthless, that I know I'm looked upon as trash by most people.

"You're not a stupid woman Sutton. I know you had to know I did my homework before I offered you this position making sure there was no man in your life from keeping you from taking this job. You're smart, beautiful, and gifted in the kitchen and bedroom. I found it a bit of a surprise that you haven't had any serious relationships since you were a teenager."

"I saw no purpose. If I was to get involved with someone for real then I would want someone respectable and who would respect me. Men like that don't see me as equals, they see me as the loser who works at a deli. They only see me as someone they can warm their cocks in, someone who's not good enough to want to have a future with. You should know, you're exactly like them. I'm not good enough for the long run, I'm here for sex and appearances, once you're finished with me you'll throw me away." I can't seem to bite my tongue, hold back my aggression or not confront him for being like every other man I should be with but will never be good enough for.

I know I've made him mad. I can feel his muscles tightening in a stiff clench underneath my fingers and I don't care because what I've said is the truth.

Caleb turns his head so his dark graying eyes meet mine. He wants me to see the reddening heat filling his cheeks, the fire in his eyes, he wants me to know he's angry, "I'm nothing like that. You don't know me or why I've chose for things between us to not get personal. It's not you, it's all women." He roughly grabs the side of my face in his hand, "If I could chose, if I could be with someone......"

He doesn't finish his sentence, instead he crashes his lips against mine prying open my lips with his tongue. He attacks my mouth with harsh kisses, aggressively shoving his tongue down my throat as he takes me by surprise having me gasp for breath. The kiss is passionate, intense with real true emotion behind it. I'm lost in it, my mouth feasting upon his with the same urgency that expresses my feelings for him, that I do care, that I do want more than I can have.

Then in true Caleb nature he abruptly pulls away breaking our kiss to stand up and grab a towel leaving me in a confused stupor. He leaves his bedroom completely, the sound of the door shutting behind him acknowledging that once again I will never have him and will always be left alone.