Chapter 6

6

C aleb's heat sinks through me, my head spinning and my body melting with the heady mixture of leather and gun oil.

"Should I buy you a collar?" Caleb asks, his deep voice seductive. "A diamond one that only I can open?"

The image brings to mind the family heirloom that I've seen grace more than one Omega's throat who never appeared again at Caleb's side. "Don't dress me up like one of your arm candies."

"No? You want something more permanent? One that's special in a different way?" Air sticks in my lungs as Caleb leans close, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Something with a heavy ring, so I can chain you to the bed? That way, you'll be naked and ready for me when I come home from work."

I gasp at the vivid picture he paints and wiggle on his lap as my blood rushes south.

Caleb's firm hand presses against my sternum. "Stay still."

I freeze, aware of the growing hardness between my legs.

"Good boy," he praises, sending a flush of warmth through me. "You're so responsive. I should buy you a new toy. I'm sad we didn't have the chance to take full advantage of the one you bought."

An ache of desire builds in my hips as his hand slides down my chest and over my stomach, my muscles contracting on a sharp breath.

When a single finger dips below my waistband, it takes all of my self-control not to lift my hips in silent demand. "You did well following my orders earlier. Do you think you deserve a reward?"

I bite my lip, unsure how I'm supposed to respond. Every fiber of my being wants Caleb to touch me, to give me the release denied me twice already tonight.

But what if I ask, and he keeps teasing me?

My toes flex with the desire to move, and I whimper as a wet patch spreads over my pajama bottoms where my tip leaks.

Caleb's finger brushes my inner thigh, close to where I crave him but stopping an inch before the goal as he pushes my legs apart. "It's okay to request a reward if you think you deserve it."

My breath catches in my throat. "And if I'm wrong about deserving it?"

"Then you'll be punished," Caleb replies, an edge of danger in his tone.

My dick betrays me, jumping at the thought, the fabric covering me too thin to hide the reaction.

Caleb chuckles, his finger stroking higher up my inner thigh. "I'll bend you over my knee and spank you until your ass is red and hot. I'll have you crying before I ride you hard, using your body to satisfy myself."

His words send a shiver through me. "I've never tried spanking. It's too difficult to do alone."

When Caleb's hand nears its destination, my hips flex toward him, no longer able to contain the need coiled deep inside me.

His hand pauses. "Wanting it so bad wouldn't be much of a punishment, though, would it?"

I lick my lips, meeting his dark-brown eyes. "We haven't completed our original agreement, so I deserve a reward."

His pupils dilate, his pheromones thickening in the air as his hand drifts back to my waistband. He slips beneath the fabric, featherlight as he grazes my leaking dick. "Want me to make you come?"

"Y-yes," I groan, desperate for release.

Caleb's hand cups my balls. "I want to wax you, so there's nothing between us."

Pleasure crashes through me, and lost in the sensation of Caleb's hand finally on me, I nod my agreement.

His touch glides lower, blunt nails scraping lightly over my taint before finding my slick entrance.

"You're so wet for me." He massages the ring of muscles. "So soft and inviting."

The sudden invasion of three fingers inside me sends a jolt through my entire body, and a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. I fist his shirt and grasp his knee for balance while he finger-fucks me with unrelenting precision.

Each thrust hits my prostate, the dirty words whispered into my ear heightening the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me.

"Oliver," Caleb purrs, "you have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy having this tight ass gripping my cock."

He spreads me wider, the stretch burning, and ecstasy crashes through me, pushing me over the edge. I come hard, clenching around him as my dick pulses, cum catching in my pants.

"Good boy." He pulls his fingers out and holds them up for me to see.

They glisten with my slick, and Caleb brings them to his mouth, licking them clean.

He groans with appreciation, the sound vibrating through me. "Just as sweet as I've imagined."

My muscles clench as another wave of pleasure travels through me.

Before I have time to catch my labored breaths, Caleb scoops my quivering body up in his arms and carries me deeper into the suite.

As he walks, he kisses me roughly, his tongue laying claim to every part of me. I taste myself on him, and the thought of Caleb waxing me and then going down on me sends a renewed surge of arousal flooding through my veins.

Black silk sheets surround me as Caleb lays me down on a king-size bed, and my slowing pulse quickens once more. My breath hitches in anticipation as he leans over me, drawing my arms above my head. I expect him to tug off my nightshirt, but instead, cold metal encircles my wrist, followed by a distinct snick.

Confused, I peer up to see one of my hands locked to the headboard.

Caleb caresses down the sensitive skin of my underarm. "Until I buy you a new collar, we'll have to use what we have on hand."

My throat bobs as I swallow hard, my dick already trying to thicken again.

He strokes my cheek. "Don't get too comfortable here. We won't be staying long."

As he steps back, uncertainty takes hold. "Where are you going?"

"I have some work to do." He peruses my body. "You'll have to be patient."

Panic flares, and I roll onto my side before struggling to my knees. "You can't leave me here like this. What if I need to go to the bathroom?"

With a considering look, Caleb grabs a trash bin from beside the nightstand, empties its contents on the carpet, and sets it within reach of my unbound hand.

My face flushes with embarrassment at the implication. "You can't be serious. "

Expression unyielding, he turns to walk back toward the front room. "Be good, Oliver."

"Please." I rattle the handcuff. "I promise not to run if you unlock me."

"Nice try." He casts a smirk over his shoulder. "But I learned from my cousin's mistakes. No free-roaming for you."

"What does that mean?" I yell after him.

My only answer is the opening and closing of the door as he leaves.

I wake up warm and relaxed, Caleb's body wrapped around me.

Groggily, I realize I slept through his return, and we now lay on our sides, the cuff on my wrist removed at some point. Caleb spoons me from behind, one arm curled across my chest and the other shoved down my pants to cup my balls.

The position would thrill me if my bladder wasn't screaming for relief. I need the bathroom. Now.

When I shift, the hand holding my delicate bits tightens in threat, and I freeze, afraid I'll wet myself.

Caleb shifts, checking the clock on the nightstand, before snuggling his nose against the back of my neck and relaxing once more.

I lie still, trying not to disturb him, but discomfort outweighs my desire to obey, and I wiggle as I fight the urge to pee.

"Be still," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. "I've only gotten three hours of sleep."

"I can't." My cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I have to use the bathroom."

Caleb stays still long enough that I start to worry he won't relent. But then he sighs and releases me. "You should have used the trash can last night."

"As if I could do that." Whatever else I may have said vanishes from my thoughts when I glance over, and his nude beauty strikes me dumb.

Caleb stays lying in bed, one muscular arm propped behind his head, his red curls loose and spread out over the pillow. The beginning of a beard darkens his jaw, filling me with the desire to discover how those scratchy whiskers will feel on my skin.

Disrupted back from me rising, the silk sheet only covers part of his body, leaving his left side on display. My eyes drink in the muscular lines of his torso, the long line of his strong thigh, and linger on the shadowy bulge where the sheet just covers his groin .

When I drag my attention from his body to his face, Caleb's heated eyes fix on me. "You have twenty seconds to move before you find out if you like watersports."

Biting my bottom lip, I take my fill of Caleb's body until he says, "Five seconds left," and I scramble into motion.

As I limp to the bathroom, favoring my injured foot, Caleb calls after me, "I'm glad to see you have some limits, Oliver."

I'm not actually sure it's a limit so much as a location issue. No wet sheets for me.

I make quick use of the toilet, wash my hands, and step back out, I find Caleb up and now in a pair of boxer briefs and a tight undershirt.

Before disappointment sets in that I missed out on crawling back into bed with him, he thrust a bundle of clothes into my arms and plops a pair of shoes on top. The scent of my laundry detergent rises from them, and I realize they're mine.

Bewildered, I look back up at him. "Where did these come from?"

"Sent a cleanup team to your place." He strides toward his open wardrobe. "They took care of the mess, stripped those pictures off your walls, and grabbed some stuff for you. "

"Just like that?" I can't help but be amazed by his efficiency.

"Yep, just like that." Without looking at me, he tugs on a forest green polo shirt.

Dazed, I return to the bathroom and dress, mindful of the cut on my foot. As I pull on my socks and shoes, Caleb's earlier words echo in my mind, telling me not to get comfortable here.

Will I be kicked out after all? What happened to all his talk last night? Did he already locate and deal with the other hitman?

Sharp disappointment stabs me in the chest. It was foolish of me to let my guard down. My career is dying along with my fantasy. With that incriminating video, I can't write any more gossip articles about the Rockfords.

When I emerge from the bathroom once more, I find Caleb dressed and checking the time. "Best slip you out of here before everyone wakes up."

Am I an embarrassing secret? Does he not want his family to see him hooking up with someone so plain? Not that I didn't already know I'm not up to his usual standards on multiple levels.

He grabs a duffle bag from beside the couch, then hands me a familiar-looking blue suitcase .

"Wait, this belongs to me." A mix of confusion and relief sweeps through me.

"Of course it does." The expression on Caleb's face suggests I'm being slow. "I told you I had them grab some of your clothes. I also put a hold on your mail and notified your editor that you're going on hiatus."

I shake my head, trying to process everything. "When did you manage all this?"

"During your many attempts to pick the handcuffs' lock." Amusement curls his lips as I search for hidden cameras but find none. "Now, be quiet and follow me."

Mouth shut tight, I obey as Caleb leads me from the suite, down the hall, and into the elevator.

We ride it down to the underground garage, where he directs me to a different car than the one we arrived in.

Luxury envelops me as I settle onto the fine leather seat. This vehicle is more opulent, designed for someone of his status.

As we pull away from the estate, I turn toward him. "Why are we leaving?"

"My brothers and cousins are too nosy." His attention remains fixed on the road. "We only went there last night because the security system was still being installed at my place in the city. That's where we're going now."

"Are you hiding me from your family?" A strange combination of hurt and relief fills me.

They took out a hit on me, after all.

"Sort of," he admits with a sigh. "But not for the reason you think. I just don't want them in my business."

I mull over his words as the mansion-filled neighborhood glides by outside the tinted windows.

There's something comforting about Caleb wanting to keep whatever is going on between us to himself. But it also leaves fewer witnesses to worry about when he does grow tired of me.

As Caleb takes the ramp onto the highway, his eyes flick to me. "My tech guy went over your laptop to track down the origin of those death threats you've been getting. It'll take some time, though. The person who sent them knew enough to use an internet cafe and pay in cash, which means digging through security footage."

"Wow." I push out a breath, surprised by how much he accomplished while I was cuffed to the bed, bored out of my mind until I fell asleep.

"We're also pulling video of last night from around your building to see if we can catch the shooter on camera."

I pick at my pant leg. "Did you find anything else on my laptop?"

"Like what?" Caleb smirks. "Your spank bank folder filled with pictures of me?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks. "Why aren't you more weirded out by that?"

"Why aren't you more weirded out that I planned to kill you yesterday?" he counters.

"Huh." I settle back against my seat. "I guess we're both weirdos, then."

Caleb barks out a laugh. "Doesn't sound like such a bad thing."

The city skyline looms closer as we near our exit, and I find myself lost in thought, staring out the window. It's strange how easily my life has been uprooted and changed in a matter of hours.

"Your articles are good," Caleb says suddenly, pulling me out of my reverie. "I checked out your blog."

My head whips toward him. "When did you have the time?"

"While waiting for people to report back." He drums his thumbs against the steering wheel. "How do you do your research? "

"Digging through forums, cross-referencing police reports, social media…" I pick at my pant leg again, more nervous to talk about my work than to be naked in front of him. "It's a bit like a puzzle, putting all the pieces together and fact-checking."

"I didn't realize so many Omegas were going missing from your neighborhood." He lapses into silence for a moment. "I saw the folder you had in your bag. Who's Dylan?"

The question catches me off guard, and I freeze, unsure whether to share this part of me with him. It's too personal, and I'm too vulnerable. He might decide to use the information against me.

Caleb's hands tighten on the steering wheel. "It's fine. You don't have to tell me."

"No, it's okay. It's not really a secret." I look at him. "He was my little brother. He vanished last year from the apartment complex your family just tore down."