Chapter 23

As I stepped through the threshold of my apartment, a wave of loneliness washed over me, the day’s event with Caleb settling in. I missed him already. I could still feel his warmth on my skin and his scent on my shirt. But I wonder why Carl didn’t even show up. He must be busy. I was scared to ask Caleb because I didn’t want to hear him say Carl was with her...

Closing the door behind me, I kicked off my shoes and padded across the room.

After a shower, I opted for a hot milk bath, my mind busy with business...and them.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to wander back to those days I felt alone in my place. How I navigated my life without them. It wasn’t easy, but I managed.

When you’re busy and focused on your life goals, time seems to slip away so quickly.

That was what happened. But now, my feelings for them had been reignited, and I had to admit that in all those years, they remained dear to my heart. I was not even interested in other men’s advances. The question now would be, could I take it? Would I be able to face their rejection when the time comes?

I believe I can’t.

I can’t begin to imagine it.

Wrapping myself in a robe, I made my way to the living room. I had my hair wrapped in a small towel. I would dry it later. Settling onto the couch, I reached for my laptop, intending to catch up on some work before calling it a night.

Just as I opened the device, the intercom buzzed, its sharp sound cutting through the quiet of my place. Frowning slightly, I glanced toward the intercom panel, wondering who could be calling at this hour. The clock said it was 10 sharp.

I pressed the button to answer the call, “Hello?”

There was a moment of silence. “Sasha,”

I gasped. “Carl?”

My heart jumped, a flood of emotions washing over me in an instant. I couldn’t contain my excitement, and without thinking, I pressed the button to buzz him in. “Carl? You’re here.” I exclaimed, feeling a rush of butterflies in my stomach.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He said with a tired smile.

I shook my head, “Not at all. Come on in,” I said, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at my lips, stepping aside to let him enter.

Closing the door, a loud gasp escaped me when he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

His warmth against my back sent shivers down my spine. “Carl,” I murmured as I leaned back into him, relishing the feeling of being held so close to him.

“When you welcome me home with that smile. I feel like I should reward you,” he replied, his voice husky with emotion as he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of my neck, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me. It was as if every nerve in my body was suddenly on fire. “You smell so sweet.” He inhaled, pressing his nose against the side of my neck.

“Carl,” I missed him too. So, so much.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he whispered, his voice filled with longing.

He pressed his hardness against my ass, and I was pressed against the door. His hand slipped underneath my robe, running his hand over my skin, leaving molten lava of desire spreading all over me.

I could feel myself getting damp as he stroked my thigh, so close to my wet desire. I moaned, biting my lip to stifle it. “I missed you so much, Carl,” I said, turning my head to kiss him deeply, and I wasn’t disappointed.

His tongue glided over mine and I let out a low moan. His fingers moved and finally touched me, causing my legs to wobble. I pushed my hips back against him, wanting more.

“I need you,” he growled, the heel of his hand rubbing my front as I ground against him. His other hand roamed along my body, squeezing and caressing my breasts.

I gasped and panted, my body on fire with desire for him. With a growl, he pressed my front against the door and lifted up my robe. I felt his hardness pressing against my ass again.

“So ready for me, Pumpkin.”

I moaned, delighted. I missed that endearment from him. I grabbed onto the doorknob, my knuckles turning white as he slipped two digits into me. His other hand reached around and pulled at my nipple, sending shudders of pleasure through me.

“Take me, Daddy,” I begged, wanting him inside of me.

“Fuck!” He growled like a beast. “Damned right.” He rasped. “You want my cock inside you. You want Daddy’s cock inside your wet pussy?” he asked, his fingers getting rough, and damned if it didn’t me wetter.′

“Yes, please,” I was already panting, my pulse loud in my ears.

“Let me taste you first,”

He then kneeled behind me and kissed me, making me see stars behind my lids. It felt so good to be pleasured like this. His hand rubbed my inner thigh up and down while flicking his fingers where I yearned for him to touch me. His fingers started to work their magic only clit, his tongue prodding inside.

The sounds he made were so wickedly erotic to my ears, making me edge and edge closer to my peak. There was nothing between me and his mouth, he was gripping me.

I want him in my mouth. I want something in my mouth while he does it in my lower mouth.

I bit on my palm, suppressing my sounds. I bet Caleb would have silenced me with his... “Oh, shit! Daddy, just like that!”

His tongue danced inside me, his fingers playing my clit. My emotions went uncontrollable as I savored the sweet sensations attacking my body. My hips seemed to have a brain on their own riding his face, my temperature rising.

“Come on my mouth,”

The command was all it took before I shook. My moan was so loud anyone who passed by my door would hear me, my knees gave away.

Panting, I looked up at his tall frame, his painful bulge straining against his jeans. He looked magnificent, and I felt like a slave in front of him. “I want to taste you.”

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened even further. “What are you waiting for? Get off your feet and onto your knees. Open me.”

And I was more than excited to do so. His hard cock, also glistening with precum, was all ready for me. I wanted this cock so bad.

“How much do you want it?” he asked. His breathing was rough and controlled. Pushing his cock in my mouth, my teeth gently scraped against his inch.

I let go with a sound of a pop. “I want it so much,” I said, meeting his eyes seductively. I saw how his chest heaved heavily.

“Such a tease,” he pulled my hair, my small towel gone somewhere, and I braced my hands on his thighs, my fingers digging into his jeans as he thrust his cock deep into my mouth.

I was trying to swallow faster. It was hard, and I gagged a few times. He was going deeper and faster than I had expected. It was quite a feast to have him fill my mouth, but I managed. He was more aggressive I realized. It seemed that he was more intense than the last time.

“Dammit, I need to be inside you now.” He growled, pulling me and pushing me against the cool door.

His length slid inside me, my walls gripping his hardness. Wet sounds filled the room. I let out a loud moan as he began thrusting, his hands gripping my hips tightly. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pushed back against him, loving the feeling of being filled by him.

Our moans and gasps filled the room as we moved together, lost in the pleasure. Just as he started to move rhythmically, his cock was wet and sliding in and out of my tightness.

My hands traced over the strength of his arms, round his chest and shoulders, stroking his body and pulling him closer until my lips could squeeze into the v of his neck. I missed him so much.

He moaned in pleasure as I licked and nipped at his skin, making sure to leave a mark. I wasn’t thinking straight. I just felt wonderful.

I could feel his breathing quicken and his hands tighten on my hips as I continued to suck and tease him with my mouth.

He was hitting the right spots in this position. I did hope no one passed behind my door outside. We were definitely fighting here. We were just having a different kind of fight. “So tight. You’re gonna make me come.” His thrust quickened, grazing my wall deliciously mindblowing. “Come with me, Pumpkin.”

“Yes, Daddy, please...” I panted. He didn’t have to say it because I was feeling it there already. My womb clenched, and my insides started to melt. The first waves of my orgasm slammed me hard when I felt him shove in, ramming against the entrance to my cervix. “I’m coming!”

He groaned, his own release overcoming him, the door complaining behind me at the force of his thrust. I clutched at his shoulders, still trembling from my passionate orgasm.

I slumped against him, just panting and trying to catch my breath. After a few moments, he put me down, still breathing heavily. We stayed silent for a while.

“That was... something else,” he finally said, his voice slightly husky as he adjusted himself back into its sheath.

“Mmm, it was,” I replied, still feeling a bit dazed from the intensity of it all. Our combined juices leaked out of me. “I need the bathroom.”

He scooped me up in his arms, and I sighed in relief, my legs still trembling from the aftermath. Just as he set me down on the bathroom floor, the intercom rang again, interrupting the tender moment.

“I’ll answer it.” He said and left.

I smiled, shaking my head. Talking about perfect timing.

After cleaning myself, I went back to the living room only to find Caleb with my small towel in his hand. Oh, how about my hair? I looked so messy.

“Hi,” I managed to say, my heart was happy to see him.

“Hi, yourself.” His eyes narrowed a bit. Where was Carl? “You looked like you could use a hand with your hair,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he held up the towel. His eyes scanned my body, and an emotion crossed them...lust.

“Where’s Carl?”

“In the kitchen. I bought us food.” He did not move.

And I did not move either. “Okay,”

“Are you just going to stand there?”

I looked at him, confused. “Eh? No. I’m...”

“Come here,” he commanded.

My feet moved to their own accord. He then pulled me by the waist when I was within his reach, making me gasp. His lips crashed onto mine halfway through, unconcerned by my surprise. His tongue entwined with mine, and I started to feel heat pooling in the pit of my stomach. His hands moved down to my hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled me closer. I moaned.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “That’s how you greet your man. Remember that.”

He then scooped me up, illiciting a surprised yelp from me. “You’re so light. Have you been eating?”

I laughed, feeling weightless in his arms. “I eat plenty, thank you very much.” I didn't have dinner, but I shouldn't say that. He would be upset.

He smirked, carrying me effortlessly towards the kitchen where Carl prepared the food. Isn’t it too late for dinner? “Well, you must be doing something else then.” He sat me down.

I bit my lip when Carl chuckled.

Caleb’s eyes darkened, knowingly. “Hmmm. I’m still in for dessert,”

I giggled and swatted his hand when he tried to reach my front. “We’re going to eat, remember?”

“You did not eat this?” Carl asked, making me look at him.

Oh, it was the food Caleb brought for me.

“You did not eat it?” Caleb echoed Carl’s question, his tone scolding.

“I...I was planning to eat it for dinner, but I wasn’t hungry. I will eat that for breakfast instead.”

I looked like a brat child under their eyes. “I’ll eat it now, okay?” I promised, trying to appease them.

“I told you before, no skipping meals.” Caleb said firmly, “You will eat it now, or I will make sure you suffer the consequences.” His words were laced with a hint of danger, and my insides clenched.

He was always serious about me skipping meals, and I knew I should have eaten it. The truth was, I forgot it, and when I got home, I wasn’t hungry.

“Eat,” Carl ordered. I could feel their angry gazes on me, making me feel small and conscious.

“I like to punish her while she eats, Carl,” Caleb said, making me look at him in confusion. He stood behind me, a dominant aura emanating from his body.

My heart was racing with anticipation as I watched Carl smirk, his hands crossing across his chest. “I would like to see it.” He said.

Caleb came closer to me, running his hands over my shoulders, and exposing my skin. My robe opened, my breast spilled, and I gasped.

“You have been a bad girl,” Caleb whispered in my ear, his voice sending shivers inside me, “You need to be taught a lesson.” Without warning, he pulled me up, sat down, and pulled me down to his lap.

I gasped his name, “Caleb,” I was vulnerable, but also excited at the same time. I couldn’t understand what he wanted to do with me.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me moan not in pain but the way my body reacted to his dominance. He pinched and twisted my nipples, making me whimper and squirm.

“How do you like to serve yourself while I’m deep inside you?” he asked, making a shudder.