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You don't like the way Caleb's looking at you. It scares you, seeing his face darken under The Colonel's hat. That's what you refer to him as: The Colonel. Not Caleb, Colonel. Because the man that stands before you isn't Caleb. He isn't the man who drew you in every night. He's not the one who loved and cherished you this morning, he's someone else.
You hold the stack of papers in your hand, staring at him with wide eyes. You've been caught red-handed, stealing papers from his office. Papers her purposefully kept away from you. Papers he warned you to not search for.
Could he blame you though? Those people who you were assigned to protect against The Farspace Fleet are gone, and you want answer. You want them now. Caleb shuts the door behind him, locking it before turning back to look at you. He inhales before speaking,
"I'm going to give you one chance to explain why you are here— One chance to explain why you are the reason there is a code red happening." Caleb takes a step inwards. "Tell me, why have you put yourself in danger once again?" The only thing stopping him from grabbing you with his hands is the desk. You hold your ground, gulping as you scramble to find your voice.
Caleb silently watches you, watches as the gears turn in your brain. He knows you too well, knows your soul. He knows you're about to lie. You're his pride and joy, his very reason for existing. Caleb takes your safety seriously for this very reason. There's a reason he has positioned himself here. Allowed EVER to take over his autonomy.
"Caleb—" He doesn't let you explain. Gravity wraps around you, tugging you right into him. Caleb draws you in, his fingers coiled around your wrists as paper flies everywhere. You fight against him, but he pins you to his chest. Caleb presses his lips to your hair, speaking,
"One chance. Give me a good explanation for why you are here." You shake your head, finally escaping his grip. Your hand cracks down on his cheek, responding with a loud slap. You press your hand to your chest, panting with anger. Caleb stays silent, his head tilted to the side. He's frozen, deciding what to do.
"I'm going to give you one chance— And only one— to correct your mistake and apologize." You glare at him, huffing at his audacity. "You know what comes next." How dare he treat you like this? When all you asked is that he stay by your side?
"Fuck you, Caleb."
The pain is unbearable. Your winces respond to the crack of his palm against your ass. You grip his pants, kicking your feet out. Caleb has you sprawled over his lap, an arm secured around your middle. He keeps you tucked against him, the feeling of his hard-on presses into your stomach.
You grit your teeth, face tucked into his side as you try to slide your ass away from his touch. Caleb keeps you in place, squeezing you.
"I don't want you to think that you aren't allowed to have opinions or feelings, Pips. Because you're entitled to it." Your heart hammers in your chest as Caleb's hand cracks against your bottom once more. "I don't like doing this. Seeing you cry like this," He gives your bottom another squeeze, feeling your legs kick out once more.
You try to push his hands off your body, but that only results in getting your hands tied.
"I don't mind you not listening to me, truly. It doesn't bother me because I know you just want my attention." Caleb speaks calmly, as if his palm isn't wrecking your ass. You go lax against him, sobbing into his side. It because of the pain, but because he angers you. He draws you in so tight, but with that suit on, he's a different man.
You hate that Colonel's outfit. The hat, the medals on his chest, the tie on his neck— That isn't your Caleb. You claw at him, shaking your head.
"And sometimes," He halts, manhandling you into a better position. "Sometimes you just want this. You want me to be mean. I don't mind that either. But when you don't listen, you just keep ignoring me until I have to press you like this." This slap is particularly hard. Caleb doesn't retract his hand, keeping the pain pulsing between your skin and his palm.
"Until I have to have you bent over my lap and spanked like a child." Your knees slam into his thigh, trying your very hardest to escape. But Caleb uses his evol to keep you still, not allowing you to move. "And have now twice but yourself in danger, when I explicitly have told you to not, I have to correct the behavior."
You're seeing stars, back arching away from his touch. Caleb knows you're crying, feeling your tears seep into his jacket, through his skin. He can feel your chest panting and see you tremble. You try to cling to your anger, think of all he has done to hide what he has done.
"You don't—" You have to pause to moan out, wincing from the pain. "You never tell me anything, Caleb. What was I supposed to do? Take your word for it? When I know people don't just disappear into thin air."
Caleb sighs, his grip on you loosening. He watches as you fall to the cold floor, gripping his thighs as you sob into his pants. He comforts you through it, petting your hair. He lets you rub yourself on him, use his hands to rub at your body as you push through the pain. Your bottom lip wobbles, wailing into his knee.
"What other choice did you give me?" You shake, clutching onto him. Caleb draws you into his lap, picking you up by your armpits.
"Come here," He coos, rubbing circles into your back as you heave against his chest. Your fingers claw at his jacket, trembling violently. "Calm down, baby. You're going to drive yourself sick like this. Kneeling on the cold floor, tsk." He rubs up and down your spine, his free hand massaging the heel of your feet as they rest under your ass.
"I do it all for you, baby." Caleb mumbles, centering you on his thigh. Your body jolts, pain and pleasure mixing. The soreness of your ass mixed with the roughness of Caleb's pants on your clit drives you mad. Your head spins for a moment, hands scrambling to grab Caleb.
He huffs a laugh, letting you rest against his lap. He rocks your hips slowly, pulling you forward as your cunt rocks against his pants. You moan into his chest, the room spinning the faster he grinds you on his thigh. Caleb whispers in your ear, kissing away any stray tears.
"I'm going to let you cum on my thigh, make you cum as much as you want because I'm sorry I had to hit you. But then, you're going to leave this place, okay? And meet me back at home where we'll eat a nice dinner and go to bed. You will forget about what you saw." Caleb doesn't give you room to argue, dangling your impending orgasm over your head. You're powerless against him.
After all, he raised you to only listen to him.
Caleb's hands continue to rock your hips, dragging one up your torso to pinch your nipples. He pinches hard enough to border between pain and pleasure. His thumb and pointer rub the sensitive bud between his finger pads, watching as your body stutters under his touch.
"Breathe, pretty baby." Caleb coos, seeing your chest heave. You listen, inhaling deeply the more he plays with your body. His precise motion wrings you out, forces you to cling to him as ecstasy washes over your body— You're so close.
"Caleb—" He hums in reply, forcing you into a kiss. The pain mixed with all this pleasure drives your body mad. Your body violently shakes on his thigh, hips stuttering while Caleb bounces his leg, meeting your cunt halfway.
He chokes you with his kiss, not allowing you any air as the knot in your stomach bursts. The smothering pain with the intense pressure of pleasure is what rides you through your high. Your toes curl as they dangle over the ground, body slouching against Caleb's.
It doesn't end here though. Caleb's punishments— "corrections," as he calls them— are thorough. He takes his time making you cum once again. Fingers curling deeply into your pussy as his gushes around his digits. Or the way you beg for him to fuck you on his desk, desperate to be filled by him.
All be will in due time.
"You gonna be my good girl now, right?" Caleb's hand glides up your spine, drawing your chin back as you look over your shoulder. Your eyes are muddled, brain fogged with pleasure. You nod, drool dripping down you chin the harder Caleb thrusts into you.
"Gonna listen to Caleb," You mumble, fingers curling at the edge of his desk. Caleb hums in return, kissing down your spine.
"Atta girl."