Caleb tests Bella

Writer's POV:

Isabella and Caleb sit across from each other, the atmosphere heavy with an unspoken tension. Glasses clink as they take sips of their drinks, the silence between them filled with unspoken words.

In Isabella's mind, a storm of thoughts brews. She can't shake the feeling that Caleb is angry, his eyes holding a hint of discomfort since she casually mentioned her ongoing flings. As the seconds tick by, she reflects on the situation.

"He's definitely not going to be a part of my arrangement, what a shame," Isabella muses internally. Her thoughts reveal a woman who lives life unapologetically, navigating the complexities of relationships without involving her heart. The term 'fuck buddies' rolls off her tongue with ease, reflecting a pragmatic approach to her romantic life.

Isabella's life is a canvas painted with the hues of independence and a deliberate avoidance of emotional entanglements. The idea of Caleb being upset doesn't sway her from the path she's chosen. She values her freedom and the ability to live on her terms, even if it means accepting that not everyone will fit into her unique arrangement. 

"Why are you so quiet?" she questions Caleb, seeking an explanation for his brooding demeanor.

Caleb, however, doesn't mince words. "What can I say? Why are you involving yourself with multiple men?" he counters, a hint of disapproval in his tone.

Isabella places her glass down, her expression firm. "It's honestly none of your business," she retorts, maintaining a semblance of control.

Caleb, undeterred, refills their glasses, a determined glint in his eyes. "Not for long. As soon as I touch you, you will be mine. I am giving you a chance to explain your situation to me," he declares, his words carrying an air of possessiveness and authority. Isabella feels her undies getting moist.

He continues, probing deeper into her motives, "Don't tell me you don't want to fall for anyone because that won't explain why you're sleeping with different men. Are you an addict?" His gaze remains fixed on her, intense and unyielding.

Isabella, caught off guard, feels her heart racing. Her mouth dries up, and an inexplicable force seems to compel her to open up to this man. Despite her usual resolve to keep her emotions in check, something about Caleb's presence breaks down her defenses, and she finds herself on the verge of revealing more than she intended. The unspoken tension in the room lingers, Isabella hates confrontations with guys because they never get her.

Her initial resistance begins to waver as Caleb persists in questioning her life choices. She firmly states, "I don't wanna talk about it, Caleb, and don't bother yourself with my life choices," attempting to maintain her guard while sipping on her wine.

Caleb, unmoved, issues a stern warning, "I will not ask you again, Isa."

Surprisingly, against her own inclination to keep her personal life private, Isabella finds herself unraveling. The emotional weight of her unspoken truths spills out as she shares with Caleb the intricacies of her sexual arrangements and the struggles she faces.

In a moment of vulnerability, Isabella discloses the details of her sexual addiction, the cycle of quick disinterest if a man fails to meet her desires, and the emotional toll it takes on her when someone she likes cannot fulfill her needs. The room becomes a confessional of secrets she has never shared with anyone, laying bare the complexities of her desires and the pain that accompanies them.

As the words leave her lips, Isabella looks into Caleb's eyes, a mix of apprehension and relief in her gaze. The revelation has stripped away the protective layers she usually wears, leaving her exposed to the understanding or judgment that might follow. The air hangs heavy with the weight of her truth, and Isabella waits, unsure of how Caleb will react to the unexpected unveiling of her innermost struggles.

"Most girls cannot handle my possessive nature. I am dominant, I want what's mine to remain mine and only mine. I need my woman as submissive as ever and that's the only thing I require. It's not up for negotiations."

"I am not sure about being a lover because I've never really dated for longer, but there's something about you that I've never experienced in any other girl I've been with," Caleb confesses, the sincerity in his words cutting through the tension. Isabella feels the intensity of his gaze, and a sense of vulnerability washes over her.

Caleb's proposal, however, comes with a warning. "I am certain I will meet and feed your sexual desires. But it comes with a price, Isabella. I will need you to be sure you wanna go down this road with me."

Isabella, feeling a magnetic pull toward Caleb, finds herself nodding in response. The words she had been resisting spill out as she squeezes her thighs together, a physical manifestation of the stirring emotions within her. "I need you to use your words. Are you down to be my girl and mine alone?" Caleb's question hangs in the air, awaiting her response.

As Isabella contemplates her answer, her phone interrupts the moment, ringing unexpectedly. The intrusion pulls her back from the intensity of Caleb's proposal, leaving the question suspended in the air. 

As her phone kept ringing, she glanced at the caller ID – Owen, one of her regular sex partners. Engulfed in the habitual thrill of their phone encounters, she momentarily forgets Caleb's presence. A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she answers the call.

Caleb, however, begins to sense the shift in Isabella's attention. As the conversation with Owen unfolds, Isabella becomes engrossed in the exchange, giggling and enjoying the moment. Unbeknownst to her, Caleb's annoyance grows palpable, his patience wearing thin.

Unable to tolerate the situation, Caleb abruptly gets up and disappears into one of the rooms of his flat. The door closes behind him, leaving Isabella on the phone with Owen, the atmosphere now charged with a mixture of anticipation and tension.

In the silence that follows, the weight of Caleb's proposal still hangs in the air, their potential future together uncertain. Isabella, immersed in her phone conversation, remains oblivious to the repercussions of her actions, creating a rift that may complicate the delicate dynamics between her and Caleb. The choices she makes in this moment could have lasting consequences for the path ahead.

As she hangs up the calls, she gets up with her glass and looks for Caleb. She knocks in the room he had initially disappeared to. She hears him shouting inside "Come in" As she pushes the door , her glass dropped from her hand, she doesn't believe what she's seeing before her.

Caleb is stark naked before her , his long thick shaft hanging freely , she gasps, closing her mouth. "Come here" That's all he said , she moved towards him. Her legs are already shaky , her heart is beating fast. She walks slowly and before she could reach him , he grabs her by her hair and makes her sit on the bed.

He starts undressing her , her mouth is dry and she isn't able to say anything. As every single item of her clothing kept dropping on the floor , revealing her sexy thick body , she noticed that Caleb's dick keeps growing harder and longer and she realized that this cock is the biggest she has ever seen.

Her horny girl's horns are already out in display. "Suck on my dick" He commands her and she doesn't even think about it , she just goes down on him. As she keeps eating his meat, it keeps growing and she stares at it in shock , it's hardly reaching her already sore throat. Caleb holds her by the hair and directs himself down her throat and thrust on her till het tears are rolling down her face and she's a gagging mess.

"I want you to swallow Isa." He says looking down at her , she just nods but deep down she knows she has never done that before. Without any warning she felt his cock getting harder in her mouth and she felt a warm , thick, bitter liquid splashing all over her mouth and she gagged hard, trying to swallow but as hard as it was , she managed.

He kissed her deeply and got up , heading to the bathroom. She remained there, naked and aroused but he came back dressed in shorts and t.shirt. "Why are you dressed up, where are you going?" She asks him with tears in her eyes. Yes, Bella cries when she feels horny.

"I'm going to get us food , I'll be back." He says , wiping her tears with his thumb and kisses her forehead. "But I'm…I want you right here, I need you to finish what you started." She says with a low voice.

"It doesn't work like that Issa. You and I were conversing earlier and you decided to be selfish and answer your boy's call in front of me. What I just did is satisfy myself by staring at your gorgeous body and taking your pleasurable blow you gave. Selfish just like what you did. Now be a good girl, take a shower and wait for me , I'll be back in a few. Think about what I said before your little boys interrupted us and you gladly let him."

With that said, he left her just like that after giving her a baby kiss. She was soaking wet down there , her black panties were creamy white. After showering, she noticed that he didn't even lock her in but she couldn't leave. She felt like that would make him punish her even more. The thoughts she was having of him were making her hornier. She couldn't believe what just happened.