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caleb xia was always a fair person - a good person, he’d say. he allowed teasing because that’s what it was, teasing. it was fun and playful, an affection he didn’t know he craved even before. but this? this was pushing his buttons. the sly glances from across the room, the way she seemed to be touching him - grazing - his cock with her ass when she passed by him in the kitchen to get a glass, the slutty way her lips curl into a pout when he looks at her over at dinner. the last straw? the little breathy way she said “night, colonel.” that haunted his mind when she departed from movie night and the not so subtle way her gaze dipped from his eyes to his sweatpants.
he promised himself he’d teach her a lesson. she was such a brat for teasing him all day and for the obvious want in her eyes when he knocked on the door strengthened the desire. she was dressed in lounging pants and a plain sweater, the lights on. he wondered what it would take to make her tick, make her regret waking up and teasing him. “colonel, to what do i owe the pleasure of seeing you?” oh, such a formal little one now, hmm? no more minx that toyed with him earlier, huh? he smiles, the easy going grin with twisted ends, his teeth more pronounced in the light.
“just wanted to talk to you more. seeing as you were so eager for my attention today, i thought i’d indulge my girl.”
confusion floods her face. he drinks it in with relish. she thought she was being slick with her want, the teasing? he chuckles a bit, leaning against the doorway as she mumbles under her breath. stupid girl, did she forget who she was teasing? her colonel, who made made remarks that he must have enhanced hearing and smelling with how quickly his mood changes when whispers are abound. he could hear the little whimpers she made on nights like these, the soft pants that make his blood run hot with lust, the hum of the vibrator as she work herself to the edge, the squelches that can’t be silenced along with the smell of her, that lingers in the air once she finished, that stay in the sheets before they get washed - that he steals and fucks his cock with - and the way she can’t seem to sit right the next day. he pushes off the doorway, shutting the door and peers down at her. her with wide eyes and trembling body. where’d the easy going smirk from earlier go? so eager to tease him, the golden boy, with no thoughts that he’d do this – he’d call her out on the teasing and come to the room –
or maybe you have. maybe you have thought of this before in your bed, writhing on the sheets, sweat shining on your skin as you muffle your noises and cum hard at the thought of having colonel xia lust after you, the thought of his dark eyes on your naked, panting body and rough touches helping the fantasy that he wanted you just as bad. – he knows he has, the nights were you fuck yourself are the nights when he fucks his fist at the delicous noises and smell of you. the feeling of his hand will never be good enough for him because it isn’t you, you with a soft smile and want to help, the shine in your eyes enrapturing to him –
she didn't rise up to take the bait. “colonel xia?” the concern in her eyes that shines in the light makes him laugh. “don’t act like you don’t know what you’ve been doing to me. the little glances? pressing your ass to my dick? the little moan when you said goodnight to me? c’mon, sweetheart, there’s no need to hide your true self. not to me. i know what you are.” he locked the door and stepped closer and closer, until her thighs reached the side of the bed. his eyes gleam with a manic that she’s only witnessed in passing. “you’re a slut who wants me. you want to be my slut, don’t you? you want everyone to know that i fucked you, that i made you cum. admit it.”
her face burned with humiliation and disgust. “what? no, i don’t, colonel. i don’t want you. please leave my room.” he frowns. “stop being stubborn and say it. say it, sweetheart.” she glared at him. “no.” he smirks. “have it your way then.” he shoved her onto the bed and climbed on top, pinning her to the bed. she struggles, kicking and biting before he grabs her throat. he pants a bit, smiling, as he squeezes tighter when she’s squirming under his grip, thighs squeezing hers between them and wrists in his other hand. “keep still, sweetheart. i’ll make you admit it because you wanted to be a stubborn slut. or maybe you wanted this, hmm? you wanted me to pin you to your bed and fuck the disobedience out of you, right? let me release all this pent up energy onto my little girl?” his voice softened slightly as he loosened his fingers on her throat. he smiled at her, the soft smile he used on civilians, not the twisted sneer he offered merely five minutes ago. the same grin that made her think this was all a joke. a sick, cruel joke but a joke nevertheless. but she blinked up at him, and he still has his hand around her throat and lust that shakes her to the bone.
“please—” the sound that leaves her lips is hoarse and pathetic when he leans down to cut her off. “now, sweetheart. you speak when i ask, okay? if i don’t tell you to speak and you speak, i’ll spank your ass black and blue and fuck you till you’re cock drunk. then, then, i’ll fuck a baby or two into ya.” when she doesn't respond, he snarls. “answer me. you don’t want me to punish you even more.” her throat bobs under his clutch. “yes, i understand.” he studies her eyes for a second, leaving her heart racing before he sneers. “good little slut.”
he nuzzles her hair, breathing in her scent with a pleased hum. “you always smell so good. when you brush past me, i always smell you, and my god, it’s those days when i cum the hardest.” he feels her shift her body, her knees lifting slightly. he continues on, finding delight in seeing her squirm. “i can hear you some days. those noises you make drive me mad. that day when you squirted? fuck, sweetheart. i passed by your room just to smell your cum, the little whines you made? ingrained in my mind.” by now, the heat on her face has crawled down to her neck, the heat stifling from the sweater fabric. glancing down, he ripped the top with no hesitation. the loud ripping sound echoed in her ears and she bit back a grunt as he tied her wrists together. with one hand free, he let himself graze her cheek, eyes softening and clouding at the sight of her bare chest.
for a second, she stupidly hoped that he’d snap out of it before the rational part of her came out as his eyes cleared up. “such soft skin. such soft skin that’s unmarked.” a dark grin crawls onto his face. “let’s change that, hm?” he moved faster than she could see and soon, her ankles were binded too and her head hung from the bed, gagged. he moved so that his waist was level with her face as he unzipped his pants. he laughs at the look of horror she shot him at the size of him. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll make you love this.” he stroked his dick while he spoke, spreading pre - cum over his shaft.
he tapped her left cheek with his dick, staining her with his cum. “oh, fuck yeah. look at me, sweetheart.” he massaged his cum onto her skin, moving to the next cheek, his pace speeding up slightly. the slick sound of him fucking his fist filled the spacious room along with his soft grunts and moans. “fuck, sweetheart. you look so good for me, all tied up and easy to use. how’d you like me to fuck your needy mouth, hm? make me cum into that whore mouth of yours and use your throat as a cocksleeve, yeah? don’t worry, i plan on that.” he hissed, the eye contact never wavering between the two, the dark lust in his clashing with the disgust and horror in hers. he continued, spurred on.
“make you squirt for me, cry for me. make you beg for my fingers, my mouth, my cock. make you cock drunk, so that you’ll never want anything other than me, my little slut . make you take my cum and spit into that pretty mouth of yours and swallow it, make you crave my cock in that throat of yours, that tight throat of yours that will bulge. oooh, fuck you so good you won’t be able to think about anything other than me. make you stupid so you won’t need to come to your job. fuck – not like the fleet hired you for that.” she blanched. what . he blinks those long lashes at her, mock sympathy in his voice.
“oh? you didn’t know?” he reveled in the slight shake of her head. he leaned down slightly, his eyes roaming her body. “you were meant to be my little fuck toy. you’re nothing to the fleet.” she blinked back tears of hurt, her lips thinning and her nose burning. he could feel her heart breaking, the sound of her trust and hope shattering like glass on concrete. “you poor poor thing.” his wrist began to move faster and faster, his gaze never faltering. he grunted before he came loudly, spilling all over her. she flinched, shutting her eyes as if she could escape the humiliation that would haunt her for months — no, years to come. he chuckled. the sight of her covered in his cum — yeah, he liked it.