Misfits - Chapter 17 (Patreon)

We pull up to a massive banquet hall. Cal is about to get out of the car when he spots my face and pauses.

“Princess?” He calls out to me but I can’t move. My nerves were frayed. The whole way here. He was going to introduce me. Show me off. Nervous didn’t even begin to explain how I was feeling.

Cal places his palm against my face gently. I can feel the heat from his body. I close my eyes and bring my hand up, making sure to keep his palm in place. It was going to be ok. Everything was going to be ok. I just had to trust him.

He steps out of the car, holding his hand out to me. I gingerly place my hand in his, as he helps me out of the car. Even in my heels, I was still shorter than him. I feel him place his hand against the small of my back as he gently guides me into the large banquet hall.

There are people everywhere. They all look important. And snooty. Some of them look at me in disdain, while others stare. This place is beautifully decorated. Warm tones were obviously themed here. We make our way into the ballroom where a live orchestra is playing. There are people laughing and talking to each other, some people in here I even recognize as important figures of society. Cal places an arm possessively around my waist pulling me closer to his side.

Whoever Cal was, he was someone that everyone in here knew. Their gazes immediately fall on him. Some smiled and greeted him from afar, and some even had looks of fear in their eyes. He walks through the large hall with confidence. He knows where he’s going.

I can’t help but feel uneasy as some people take notice of me by his side. The women are looking at me in anger and irritation, some in disbelief. I feel Cal leaning and then feel his warm lips against my temple. . And then I realize, everyone is either wearing black or white. And I was the only person here in red. Shock and confusion course through me. Why the hell would Cal give me a red dress to wear when this occasion was obviously to wear black or white. Even he wore not an ounce of color.

“Cal, why did you give me a red dress?” I say in a panicked tone.

“I stick out like a sore thumb..” He only laughs at me.

“Why would I want you to look like everyone else. I told you a long time ago. You’re like a diamond trying to hide in a box of dirt. You stand out. You still would have if I had given you black or white to wear, but I want people to see you immediately. To see how they will never compare to you.”

“You look stunning, princess. Be confident. I’ve got you. Trust me.” His warm words calmed my screaming insides.

We finally reach a sitting area away from everyone, it was even more dimly lit. There are guards in front of them. But once they lay eyes on Cal, they immediately step aside revealing a man sitting on the couch, watching everyone. He’s an older man, with women that were obviously here for the money surrounding him. He’s a good-looking man, with cold eyes. Once he sees Cal, his face lights up.

“Callum!” He shouts, jumping up from his position on the couch. He makes long strides to reach us. Cal lets go of my waist, embracing the man.

“It’s good to see you! You’re being here I can only assume that you-” Cal coughs, purposely interrupting the man. The man's gaze travels to me. I want to run away and hide. He studies me very closely with those cold eyes before a smile brews its way onto his face.

“Ah. You must be Rue,” he says.

“My apologies.” He reaches out grasping my hand in his and placing a kiss atop it. I give him a small smile, nodding my head.

“Callum here has told me so much about you.” He still has m hand in his grasp while he studies me shamelessly.

“My name is Alessandro Vitale.” He smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s almost as if he’s mocking me.

“C’mon Vitale. She’s already scared enough as it is.” Cal’s voice breaks through and Vitale stands tall, turning his attention to Cal.

“My apologies Amico. You didn’t lie. She is beautiful.” He’s speaking as if I’m not even here. He wraps his arm around Cal’s shoulder.

“You always have to be different huh.” He laughs lightly and looks at me.

“If it wasn’t for this man, I don’t know where I’d be today. No one would even take me seriously!” Cal slightly tenses at his words. He claps Cal on the back.

“Well done! We will discuss business later. For now, you go enjoy the evening with your lovely flower.” This man seems so happy when he speaks to Cal. His face lights up and he can’t stop smiling. I try and picture what this man does for a living, and what Cal would have to do with it. But I can’t help but think of something fancy like a successful business owner of some kind. But what kind of business could he own that Cal had to do with?

“Princess.” Cal’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. He’s looking at me with such adoration in his gaze. He takes my hand in his.

“Let’s go,” he says. We walk away from the area and back into the larger part of the ballroom.

I don’t know how long we’ve been sitting at this table, but Cal was looking around in disdain. He brings his champagne to his lips.

“Are you ok?” I ask. I place my hand gently over his. His amber gaze meets mine.

“Yes, baby. What do you think?” he asks gesturing to the ballroom.

“I think it’s amazing. Magnificent,” I say. Cal shrugs nonchalantly.

“Let’s go dance,” he says. I look up in shock.

“What?” he laughs at me.

“I said, let’s go dance. Let me show you off princess.”

“But I don’t know how,” I whisper. He shrugs.

“Just follow my lead,"  he says. Before I can respond he’s grabbing me by my arm and pulling me to the dance floor.

The music starts just as we arrive. Cal places his hand on my back and holds my hand in his. The music starts and we begin moving to the rhythm. He’s gazing down at me as if I’m the center of his world.

“He sways me in a circle, causing the bottom of my dress to flow in a beautiful circular shape. I can’t help but take notice of people that are beginning to watch us. They are stopping to gaze upon us.

When I look back to Cal, he’s only watching me with those eyes.

“Are you worried about them, princess?” he says. His voice is low and seductive.

“Don’t be. They’re just admiring the beautiful woman I have,” he says. He pulls me in closer so that our bodies are flush against each other.

“I’m so glad I met you,” I smile at his words.

“Me too,” I say truthfully. The music at that time ends. The people around us begin their applauding. Cal places a warm kiss on my hand as he leads me off the dance floor.

The rest of the night is interesting. Cal talks to people introduce me to people and never lets me leave his side. As a matter of fact, he keeps his arm around me the whole night. Cal’s boss decides at that time to show up.

“Would your flower mind if I had a dance?” Vitale asks Cal. Cal looks to me and I give him a tender nod, not wanting to offend his boss. Vitale leads me to the dance floor and we begin moving to the music.

“Callum has been working for me for as long as I can remember,” he speaks out of nowhere.

“He is very protective of you.” He says. My eyes find Cal standing with some men. They’re speaking to him, but he keeps his eyes trained on me on the dance floor. He gives me a reassuring smile before answering his friend.

“Do you know what it is that Cal does for me?”

“No. He refuses to tell me..” I say. Vitale chuckles to himself.

“See what I mean. He protects you. Shields you from everything. Including himself.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what does Cal do for you, sir..” Vitale’s eyes meet mine.

“If you don’t know, flower, I assume Cal has not told you for good reason. So I shall not tell.” He says. I huff in irritation.

“How much do you know him,” Vitale asks. I shrug.

“Not very well. He keeps everything from me,” I say.

“Callum is a dangerous man.” Vitale looks me dead in the face as he says this.

“You should be aware of this. I tell you this because when I look at you, I see an innocence that comes around once every blue moon. Cal doesn’t know control. I don’t want to see him break you.” He says. Before I can respond a loud crash sounds from across the room. I look up amid the screams to see Cal and another man. Except Cal tackles the man to the ground and begins swinging at him.

Cal shows no sign of stopping, and no one is bothering to step in. Not even Vitale.

“Is no one going to stop this?” I say in disbelief. Vitale only shrugs.

“No one can.” He says calmly.

“Say it again!” Cal shouts at the man, but he’s beating him unconscious.

“Fucking say it again you piece of shit!” Cal shouts as he lands another blow to the man.

“Cal!” I scream. Fear is curling its way in my stomach. Some people look at me in shock. I begin running across the room.

“Callum stop it!” I scream. He still doesn’t hear me. As I get closer I have to bite back the fear of Cal.

“Callum, stop! You’re going to kill him!” Cal shows no sign of stopping. So I wrap my arms around him, placing my palms flat against his chest.

“Callum.. please.. you’re scaring me,” I whisper in his ear. He immediately freezes. He drops the man to the ground. Not daring to speak. The room is completely silent as everyone watches in shock what just happened. Callum places his hand over mine, rubbing his thumb lightly back and forth, and I know I have him. I have my Callum. He slowly stands from the ground, keeping my hand in his.

He looks across the room to his boss who is gazing at us in amusement.

“Thanks for the invite, Vitale. We’re leaving.” He looks back down at the unconscious man.

“You need to teach some of your guys some manners,” he says bitterly. He walks calmly out of the room with my hand in his, as if he hadn’t just beat a man. I don’t know what to think.

* * * * *

I’m standing in the doorway to the bedroom. I’ve showered and washed away the night, and so has Cal. He’s laying in bed looking at me with those unreadable eyes. He holds his hand out to me.

“Come here, princess,” he says calmly. Part of me doesn’t want to move, but part of me does. I eventually give in and make my way over to him. He gently pulls me into the bed with him, wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, princess.“ He begins tracing a pattern on my thigh as he speaks.

“You don’t ever have to be scared of me,” he says.

“Why did you do that to him..”

“He disrespected you.” Before I can respond Cal rolls me over so that he is over my body. He’s looking down on me like you would study something that must be memorized.

“I messed up. I’m sorry. But when he said what he did, I knew that he was disrespecting you, and he had to be taught a lesson. I’m sorry if I ruined your night or anything princess. But I had to defend what was mine.”

He places his palm against my cheek. And a small smile forms on his face. I take in his words realizing that he was just that protective of me. I didn’t know if I should be happy or worried about that. Maybe it was unhealthy for someone to beat a person for disrespecting them, but people do it all the time right?

I reach up placing my hand against his cheek. His skin was so soft and smooth. Flawless. His smile drops from his face and I see something in his gaze I was all too familiar with. Lust. He slowly drops his face, his lips pressing against mine.

He’s gentle. Lightly pulling my lips between his. I can feel his hand running itself along the base of my throat, sending a wave of electricity each place his hand touches. His kiss turns more urgent, and he lightly tugs on my bottom lip, earning a moan from me.

I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck, reassuring him. He runs his hands underneath my shirt, lightly tracing the planes of my stomach. I can feel myself getting wet between my legs, just from his kiss and touch. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so his hands find their way to my breasts. He cups them lightly, running his hands over them. Each movement sends me to new heights, and I’m experiencing something that I have never experienced before. This time, I don’t stop him. I encourage him. A moan escapes me, a moan filled with all the pleasure he was giving me. He pulls my shirt over my head and goes back to kissing me.

He keeps his hand on my breast as the other travels down my stomach, and beneath the waistband of my shorts. His fingers dip into my folds, and he groans his approval to find me already soaking wet. He runs his finger over my clit, and I pull away from the kiss as a loud gasp escapes me as a feeling I’ve never felt before rips through my body.

Cal latches onto my neck and begins sucking, intensifying that pleasure even further. His fingers begin moving faster, and he dips a finger into my tight channel. It feels different. Foreign. But not bad. More moans escape my lips, and my eyes flutter closed as I enjoy Cal’s talented fingers.

I feel my body, climbing, reaching for something. There’s some kind of build within me. Cal adds another finger inside of me and I don’t think I could feel any more pleasurable than I do at that moment. Cal’s kiss moves down my body, and he latches onto one of my breasts. Suddenly my body feels as though it’s stretching, and a new feeling of nirvana washes over me. I open my mouth and a foreign sound exits my body, I’m moaning, groaning, in pleasure as a powerful orgasm washes over me. I can still feel myself throbbing as I slowly come down from my climax. I open my eyes and Cal is watching me in adoration.

“So fucking beautiful.” He murmurs. He removes his shirt, revealing his ink-covered body. Even though I’m laying on his bed virtually naked, I’m not afraid in that moment. I raise up on my knees, placing my hands against his chest. I stare closely at the black ink marring his body. There are names, dates, and images all over him. I slowly run my hands down his chest, feeling the ridges of his abs. He’s silent, letting me study his body.

My fingers continue to trace each and every tattoo until they travel down to the waistband of his pants. My mouth grows dry, as nerves overtake me. But I push them aside. I wrap my fingers around the waistband pulling them down.

Cal doesn’t stop me as I pull his pants down, revealing his penis. My eyes widen at the sight. He was large. Lengthwise and width wise. His cock was already hard. I timidly reach out, but stop myself looking at him for permission.

“It’s ok, princess. You can look at me.” He says it with such confidence. I lightly grab the shaft, wrapping my hand around it. Despite being hard, the skin was soft in my hand. I slowly slide my hand up, earning a hiss from Cal. I look up in shock, thinking I did something to hurt him but his eyes are clenched tightly together.

I look back to his cock in my hand, and rub my thumb lightly over the head, smearing the precum that seeps out. I cry out as my body is shoved flat on the bed, with Cal looming over me. His lips are on mine, kissing me as if he would die in the next few moments. His palms cradle both sides of my face before he lowers one between us. I feel the hard ridge of his cock as he rubs it against my sex, spreading my fluid from my orgasm. He slowly presses the tip at my entrance, and I tense. He immediately senses my reaction and looks at me. I can’t look away from those entrancing eyes.

“Trust me, princess,” he whispers. I take a deep breath, nodding my head. He leans into me, kissing me slow and gently, and I can feel him pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I can feel the burn as he stretches me to accommodate his large length.

I cry out in pain, as the burning grows more intense. My nails slowly dig into his back. I vaguely register that Cal’s pubic bone is flush against mine. I try and calm my breathing. He doesn’t move. He only sits there, his breathing is ragged too.

“It’s ok, princess. It’s gonna be ok,” he murmurs. He presses feather-light kisses on my cheeks, then my eyelids, the tip of my nose, and my forehead. He places his hand against my clit and begins rubbing slowly. The pleasure slowly begins to appear, and I can feel myself becoming used to the feel of Cal.

He slowly pulls out before pushing back in. This time though there is less pain, and more pleasure. Cal seems to sense the change in my body because his thrusts become more urgent. He starts kissing on my neck, and more pleasure ignites from my body. My moans can be heard throughout the room. Hell, they could be heard throughout the house. I can feel my body climbing again, trying to reach its peak, but something is holding me back.

Cal speeds up his rhythm, thrusting in and out of me with more urgency each time. I can feel myself building towards my climax. This time it hits me out of nowhere. It’s so sudden and intense, I open my mouth to scream but Cal covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries of ecstasy. I can feel my sex spasming around his hard length that is still pounding inside of me.

As I come down from my orgasm, I feel Cal getting thicker and harder, until he pulls out of me, sitting back on his haunches and finishing on my stomach. The warm and sticky substance comes out in quick spurts as he finishes in pleasure as well.

He crawls over me and gives me a gentle smile before kissing me. Long and hard.

~

Cal carries me to the bathroom and fixes a warm bath. There was blood from my first time, and Cal said I would probably be sore so the bath would help. He ends up bathing me, washing my hair, and carrying my limp body to the guest room where he dries me off and lays me under the cool sheets. I feel him crawl in behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him. He presses a kiss against my head.

“Goodnight, princess.”