Elle - Book 2

*Chapter Four.

Elle

Saturday 19th June

         I was sat opposite Caleb at dinner, it was a decent restaurant near my apartment but I felt a tad overdressed in the dress he had chosen for me. It was a black number, stopped mid-thigh and was so tight it felt like a second skin to me, high-neck as to not allow any cleavage spill out. He was like that, he wanted me to look good but not provocative, like the attention of other men threatened him and so he wanted me to cover up more. On my feet were some high-heels I had chosen to match the outfit, a pair that he had not approved of as I was then taller than him, but I hadn't minded. I had left my curled, shorter hair down so it brushed just past my shoulders and kept my make-up pretty standard, the only exception being the crimson lipstick I had painted over my lips.

 I picked up my red wine from the table and brought the glass to my lips, taking a small sip from the sweet liquid before placing it back down. "I forgot to say, I can photograph your gig next week. I'll probably stop home quickly and change after the wedding I'm photographing, but I should be there before you go up on stage," I told him and he nodded, cutting his steak and taking a large bite.

 "Thanks," he gruffly responded. I sighed and continued eating my pasta dish. Caleb and I's conversations were never that riveting, he was a good boyfriend mostly, but we didn't speak much, not like... Not like I had with previous boyfriends.

 We sat in mainly silence for the rest of the dinner until finally it was time to leave.

 When we got to my apartment, Caleb paid the taxi driver and got out with me. I wanted to tell him to go home, that I needed space and wanted to just go to bed, but I also didn't want to sleep alone and I knew he would fight me on the matter anyway and so I kept my mouth shut as I followed him to the building and up the stairs.

 When we entered the apartment, it was completely silent and Kit's door was open which meant he was out and most likely wouldn't be home at all. "A house to ourselves," Caleb said suggestively, pulling me by my hand into his chest where he pressed his lips to mine. 

  I didn't want to have sex, I wanted to go to sleep. "Not tonight, babe," I said to him, trying to brush off his lips from my neck. He barely moved, though, not deterred by the fact I was trying to wriggle out of his arms. "I'm not feeling it," I added, pushing him slightly more but yet again he stayed kissing my neck, his erection pressing against my leg.

 "C'mon babe, it'll be quick. I promise," he purred, his hand reaching up my dress so he could paw at my thighs, trying to spur me on. What a turn-on that statement was.

 "Tomorrow maybe," I sighed and he rolled his eyes.

 "We haven't had sex in days. We're doing it tonight," he said, gripping my waist as I tried to move away. His fingers bit into my skin and caused me to wince slightly, looking down at where he was gripping me a bit too hard. 

 "You're hurting me," I said, shoving his hand off of me.

 "I'm sorry, but c'mon Elle... Let me fuck you," he mumbled in my ear and I huffed out a sigh.

 "Okay... Fine," I said and it was mere seconds before I felt him pulling the zip of my dress down and slipping the straps down my arms, allowing the dress to pool to the ground so I was only dressed in my black lace bra, my lack of panties now very evident. I swept the material off of the floor and led him to my room, not wanting Kit to walk in on me naked if he did decide to come home. 

 "No panties?" Caleb said cheekily as we walked into my room and he kicked the door shut before pressing me into the bed, his lips finding my neck immediately as I unbuckled his belt and slacks, allowing them to fall to the ground as he worked on the buttons to his shirt. When the material finally left his chest, he was only left in his boxers which were strained from his hardness pressed against them.