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“There you go.” Caleb mutters gently, gloved fingers pressing down a little harder on your tongue. “That’s it, take them like a good girl.”
strip and kneel at the door I’ll be home in 5.
That was all his text had said. Clearly it had been a rough day at the Fleet. He’d walked through the door and simply removed his hat before instructing you to open your mouth and take whatever he gives you.
“Look at you.” He smiles lovingly down at you, a subtle darkness in his eyes “So pretty with my fingers down your throat, aren’t you.”
Your knees dig into the hard flooring, nipples stiff in the cold air, and you can feel the slippery wetness of your bare cunt with every shift of your hips. The scent of his leather gloves fill your nostrils and you’re pretty sure there’s the lingering taste of metal from his gun on your tongue.
Index and middle fingers slip ever so slightly further back into your throat and you gag lightly.
“You can take it.” He murmurs. “You always take it so well, don’t you?”
He uses the fingers in your mouth to force your head to nod and you whine.
“‘Yes, Colonel,’” He mocks. “‘I love taking your fingers in my throat while my needy little cunt drips all over your floor.’”
His boot taps against one of your thighs, a silent command to spread wider for him. He tuts.
“Dirty girl, making such a mess.” The tip of his boot pushes gently against your pussy, tip digging into your clit. “Should have you clean it all up with your tongue.”
You instinctively grind down onto his boot, knowing you must be leaving your juices all over it. You whimper around his fingers that begin to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth.
“Hm.” His head cocks to the side as he looks down at you thoughtfully. “I think I’d like to have you come like this - rubbing that desperate cunt all over my boot.”
You look up at him with wide eyes. You look so innocent despite having his fingers stuffed in your mouth. He wonders if he might come in his trousers if you keep looking at him like that.
“Go on,” He nods down to his foot. “I don’t have all day.”
You quickly shift your hips to try and get a better stance over his shoe. You rest your weight down on his boot, the leather cool against your warm cunt, and you begin to rock against him gently.
Your hands come up to wrap around his leg to give yourself better leverage and soon enough you’re moving with more urgency, your baser instincts taking over. He slips his foot forward slightly and you moan around Caleb’s probing fingers. Your clit rubs over his laces, back and forth over each little bump, creating the most delicious friction. Your eyes slip closed, completely lost to the pleasure.
“Ah, ah.” He scolds, fingers leaving your mouth only to give a couple of light taps to your cheek before returning to their rightful place. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. Wanna watch them tear up in frustration as you struggle to get yourself off.”
He’s cruel. He knows this won’t be easy for you and he’s taking pleasure from it.
His eyes bore into yours. It’s intense, too intense, and you want to look away but you fear the consequences should you do so. You gag around his fingers again, the tips rubbing up and down the back of your tongue. He pulls them out and you heave in a breath, swallowing the copious amount of saliva that was beginning to pool in your mouth.
“We’ll need to train your throat more if you want to take my cock down there.” He says plainly, watching you attempt to catch your breath.
He graciously gives your throat a moment of reprieve, allowing your pathetic moans to fly free as you continue to roll your hips over and over again. He’s watching you with disinterest, like it’s a chore having to stand there and he’s merely tolerating your pitiful attempt to make yourself come.
He taps your bottom lip with his drool covered fingers.
“Open.” He demands.
And of course you willingly obey. Your lips part and his fingers slip in once more.
“Suck.”
Your lips wrap firmly around his fingers and he can feel the vibrations of your moans through the gloves.
Your hips jut back and forth, like an animal in heat you no longer have a single care or thought in your head other than needing to come all over Caleb’s boot.
He smiles in satisfaction when he sees it - the start of tears beginning to well in your eyes, both from the frustration of not being able to make yourself come and the overstimulation of your poor little clit rubbing against the rough of his laces.
“Aw, what’s the matter?” He says, voice dripping with a fake sympathy. “Poor little puppy can’t make herself come?”
“Please…” You beg, voice muffled around his gloves. “I need you to-”
“No.” He says sternly. “What did I say?”
He raises his eyebrows and looks down at you pointedly. You whimper in submission.
His free hand raises to carefully wind your hair around his fist. He pulls slowly, angling your face so high up your neck is straining with the effort. He brings his face closer down to yours, nose barely an inch away, and he pushes the two fingers still resting in your mouth further into your throat. He wants to push your limits tonight.
“You come on my boot,” He says with a cold quietness. “Or not at all.”
A tear slips down your cheek.
“Remember to pinch my leg if it gets too much.” He whispers gently, the facade of the Colonel slipping away momentarily.
You relax your grip on his thigh, reassuring him that you’re fine. You want this. You need this as much as he does. So you move your hips faster, harder.
Your pussy is beginning to burn from the friction and another tear spills free. You feel so vulnerable - knelt completely naked on the floor, pathetically humping your boyfriend’s dirty boot while he’s fully clothed and looking at you like you’re nothing. Humiliation pricks at your skin and it only fuels your need to come. You can now clearly hear the schlick, schlick, schlick of your wet cunt drooling all over leather and it’s all becoming too much.
“Is my filthy little girl gonna come for me?” He coos.
You nod and whine, nails scraping at his trouser leg while your hips move at a frenzied pace.
“So fucking desperate aren’t you.” His fingers leave your mouth and he grasps your chin in his hand, spit smearing across your jaw. “You’re gonna come all over my boot like the obedient, needy little thing you are.”
A garbled mix of moans and obscenities leave your mouth. You’re shoving your abused cunt so hard down on his boot and you’re so fucking close it hurts.
“Come for me.” He says through gritted teeth, fingers digging into the sides of your face. “I need it. Now.”
You hold your breath and you can feel your impending orgasm building rapidly through your body until it finally crashes over you. The air releases from your lungs with a long moan and your whole body shakes. Your walls clench around nothing, no doubt covering Caleb’s boot in more of your slick as it drips out of you.
“Good girl.” Caleb says, pressing his forehead to yours and looking into your eyes. “That’s my good fucking girl. Keep moving those hips, keep coming for me.”
And you do. You keep rocking your hips until you’re twitching from the overstimulation and your clit is red raw. Your ears ring, your head feels light - your orgasm has utterly wrecked you.
Your hips slowly come to a halt and you rest your head against his leg, throat slightly burning and knees trembling from being on the floor for so long. His hand comes down to stroke your hair.
“How’re you doing?” He asks gently. “Can you give me a colour?”
“Green.” You sigh blissfully. “So green.”
He chuckles and crouches down to pick you up. Legs and arms wrap around him and you lie your head on his shoulder.
“Bad day at work?” You mumble.
“Yeah…” Caleb trails off. You don’t push him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
In the bathroom he leaves you perched on the countertop. Gentle hands wipe between your thighs, careful not to rub too hard where you’re bound to be sore and chafed, mumbling gentle praises as he does so.
“You did so well for me.” He says, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “Thank you.”
You bring your hands up to frame his face.
“I’ll always be here.” You say, noting how the tension that previously tainted his face has now mostly gone. “Whenever you need me, I’m here.”
“I know.” Caleb closes his eyes and leans into your touch.
There are times when he feels like he’s losing control - of the Fleet, of his situation with EVER, of his life in general. But here, now, with you - in the moments where you willingly submit and give yourself to him - it allows him to regain that one piece that’s his. Reminds him that even if all else slips from his grasp, he still has you. And for that, he is eternally grateful.