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“I’m okay, Tommy,” I tell him softly. “You do this every time and every time I’m fine, right?”

“Yeah,” he admits softly after a moment. “Come here.”

Leaning over the seat, he kisses me on the forehead before holding my gaze with his and planting another kiss on my lips.

“Come on,” I tell him with a yawn as I push my door open. “I’m hungry and sleepy.”

Meeting me at the front of his car, he’s already grabbed my
bag for me and follows me up the stairs to our door.

“You’re not getting out of this, Callie,” he warns. “I’m checking you out before you go to bed and if it’s as bad as I think, I’m charging Dante for your medical bill and reaming his ass out.”

“What medical bill?” I say with a laugh, looking back at him over my shoulder.

“The
very expensive one I’m going to lie and tell him I gave you,” he smiles, shooting me another wink as we reach the front door. “Your ass looks amazing in those pants by the way.”

“Thanks,
baby,” I laugh as I push the door open.

After getting settled, I come back out in
to the living room wearing my robe as instructed and find him waiting patiently for me on the couch. He’s removed his shirt and is leaning over the tattooed arms that rest on his knees.

Watching me walk across the room, he leans back and rests against the back of our giant, brown leather couch. Letting out a sigh
as I come to a stop between his knees, he reaches up and gently loosens the tie of my robe, watching as it falls to my feet. When his eyes see the lashes against my stomach, he shakes his head.


Fuckin’ Dante,” he says in disgust as his palms run gently over my hips, holding me in place. The welts are more severe than normal, but I’ve definitely had much worse.

“Tommy, I’m fine,” I say,
lightly stroking his hair. “The only reason I’m even having you look is because you’re making me, babe. I’m not in any pain at all,” I tell him, rolling my eyes when he raises an eyebrow at me in disbelief. “You know, you keep forgetting that I like this shit, too.”

“Trust me, Callie,” he holds my eyes, clearing his throat
. “I haven’t forgotten.”

After looking me over, he applies some kind of medical cream to the area and tells me to keep it clean. I slip my short robe back on and make myse
lf a bowl of cereal before cuddling up next to him on the couch and watching reruns for a few minutes. He rests his hand high on the bare thigh that peeks out at him and when I’m done with my cereal, I kiss him on the lips and tell him goodnight.

“Are y
ou sleeping with me tonight or you crashing in your room?” I ask him.

“Do you mind? My head
’s been kind of out of it all night.”


I never mind, baby. I’ll leave the door open.”

“Okay,” he tells me. “I’ll be right behind you.”

A few minutes later, I feel him climbing in behind me. His bare chest pushes against my bare back as he lays flush with me. Careful not to touch the medicated lashes on my stomach, Tommy wraps his arm around my waist to pull me as close as possible. He pulls me so close I can feel his cock resting against my ass. With a light groan he squeezes my hip before moving his hand up and resting it on my bare breast before planting a kiss on the back of my head.

“This is
fucking perfect, baby,” he sighs after a moment. His silence would make most think he’d fallen asleep, but I know better. Confirming my thoughts, he speaks into my hair as the pad of his thumb begins stroking my nipple. “I wish we weren’t so fucked in the head, Cal. We’d be really great together.”

“We
are
great together, Tommy,” I yawn, releasing a soft moan as he continues to gently massage my breast.

“You know what I mean,” he whispers
as he places light kisses over my neck. “If I didn’t have so much shit fucking with my head all the time, if I wasn’t so damaged, I could be the man you need me to be.”

“You
are
the man I need you to be, baby.”

“No, I’m not,” he sighs. “If I was the man you needed, you’d be my girl and you wouldn’t have to do this shit anymore.”

“I’m more your girl than anyone else’s,” I promise. “And I like doing this shit. Now stop trippin’ and go to sleep, Tommy.”

“Love you, Cal.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

Chapter Three

Kitten

“Score!
They were having a sale on lube,” I tell Tommy as I climb back into the passenger seat of his Audi.

“Oh goody,” he responds drily. “Let me see
your stomach again.”

“It’s fine!” I tell him, my tone softening when I see his troubled expression. I open my jacket to show him my bare stomach, nearly healed completely. “You fixed me up real good, baby.”

“Yeah,” he says shaking his head as he gently runs the pads of his fingers over the area. “I still think you need to wait a few days to go back to work.”

“You know I can’t do that. Besides, I’
ve got Johnny tonight and he won’t even notice. He’s all about the ass,” I say, holding the discreet black bag up in front of me. “Hence the need for lube.”

Laughing at the groan coming from across the seat at me, I pat his arm reassuringly and embrace the silence.

I lean over and kiss Tommy quickly on the mouth before climbing out of the car and heading up to my usual room. Since I’ll only be working for a couple hours, Tommy’s heading over to the bar next door to have drinks with a blonde named Amy he met at the gym the yesterday.

I hope things go well for them tonight. I love Tommy to death and he really needs to find a girl that can make him happy. I love our relationship,
unique as it is, but I don’t know anyone who needs normalcy more than him.

As these thoughts are weaving through my mind, I hear a knock at the door and know it’s time to get to work.

Rising from the bed, I make my way to the door and swing it open to find my date for the evening.

“Johnny,” I smile coyly at him as he walks into the door, placing a kiss on my cheek as I shut it behind him.

“Kitten,” he smiles, pushing my long, blonde hair away from my shoulder before pinching my already exposed nipple and sliding his hand down into the front of my sheer, pink thong. “Are you ready for me?”

One thing I’ve always loved a
bout Johnny, he never wastes my time.

“Always Sir,” I smile as I watch him slip his finger out of my pussy and
into his mouth before turning me slightly to assure I’ve already got his favorite toy in place: the beads.

“Good kitty,” he hums around his hand once he’s happy and gestures for me to lead the way to the bed. I sit where I’m told, waiting for him to make his way over to me with a large but lightweight vibrator.
Handing it to me, I slip it under my panties into my sex and sit back down onto the bed after switching it on. Purring at the gentle hum the way he likes, I watch his eyes glaze over. “Spread your legs for Johnny, kitten.”

Immediately, I do as he asks and watch him remove his coat slowly, throwing it over onto the chair. Plucking the clamps up from the dresser on his way back, he places them over my nipples before standing in front of me silently.

“Undress me, kitten.”

“Yes Sir.”
  

Standing to face him in just my heels and
panties, I slowly begin unbuttoning his blue, collared dress shirt. While I push the fabric away from his chest, he slowly works the vibrator into my sex.

Unbuckling his belt, I relish in the fact that he won’t be using it on me tonight. Although I’ve not admitted as much to Tommy, my skin is still sore from Dante’s abuse last week.

Freeing his cock, I run my hand over his shaft and let out a genuine shudder of anticipation. Is it wrong that I love what I do? Maybe, but I don’t care.

Especially not right now as I sink to my knees in front of him.

“Did you miss me, kitten?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Hmm,” he groans, pushing my hair away from my face lovingly as he grips his erection into his hand. “Do you know why that is?”

“Please tell me Sir,” I answer him, nuzzling up against his groin and hugging his thigh to my chest as I continue working the vibrator into myself while he watches.

Gripping my jaw painfully with his free hand, rough enough to force my lips into one of those ugly fish faces, he forces my eyes to his.

“Because
you’re a whore, baby,” he says in a disturbingly calm voice. “Isn’t that right, kitten?”

“Hmm,” I purr. “Yes Sir.”

Gripping the hair at the back of my neck, he instructs me to lap at him, collecting the drops of fluid that have already formed at the tip of his cock. Once he’s satisfied, he forcefully yanks me to my feet by my hair before tossing me onto the bed.

“Get it in the air!” he yells out as his spanks me hard. Immediately,
I give him what he wants as I plant my face into the mattress. He binds my wrists behind me, connecting them to my ankles quickly with the zip ties I put out for him. The position forces me open and unable to move which is exactly how he wants me.

Pulling the beads from their spot in my ass, he buries his face there for a moment before I hear him reaching for the lube I left on the nightstand. The distinct noise the bottle makes as he squeezes it into his hand and works it over his shaft causes a deep shudder to rock through me.

Briefly acknowledging it, Johnny pulls his face away from me. After quickly working his lube covered fingers into my opening to make sure I’m ready for him, he slams his cock into my ass with such force, my vision becomes blurred momentarily.

A loud huff
of air comes from my chest before I can stop it. Knowing he’s heard it, I brace myself as his hand makes contact with my skin with a sharp smack as he continues to drive into my ass.

“Do you want me to stop, kitten?” he threatens. I begin shaking my head violently
against the mattress, knowing better than to speak. “Then you need to shut the fuck up, you hear?”

I nod so that he can see me and turn my h
ead back into the bed. After months of servicing him, I know what he likes and this is it: hardcore anal with a little dash of dominance.

Oh, and he has a weird thing for chicks who act like cats.

After another forty minutes of plowing into my ass, Johnny pulls out and falls onto the mattress beside me, completely spent.

“Stay
right where you are, kitten,” he croons softly from beside me. “Don’t move at all.”

“Yes Sir.”

“I want you to tell me what your ass feels like after I’ve claimed it,” he says huskily. “Don’t skip a detail.”

Describing everything to him over the course of the next ten minutes,
I lick his neck and face, purring while he palms my sex until I come. When he’s finished, he orders me to look away from him and stands up quietly, dressing in silence.

I stay where I am, waiting for permission to move. When he’s completely dressed, Johnny walks up behind me and gently places his hands onto my hips and reaches up, releasing me from the ties at my wrists with a pocket knife.

“You may face me now, kitten.”

Moving slowly, I turn over and face him silently. He gently removes the clamps from my tortured nipples and tosses them over onto the bed beside me. Patting me on the head, he smiles down at me.

“You’re always a pleasure. Your money’s on the dresser,” he says in a soft, calm voice. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Yes Sir.”

Watching him walk to the door, he turns to face me before leaving.


Thanks kitten,” he smiles.

“Anytime Johnny,” I tell him quietly before standing from the bed and
moving to perform my ritual.

When I hear the beep of the door while I’m still running the water in the shower, I know Tommy’s date didn’t go as
well as I’d hoped.

“Callie?” h
e calls out across the room before finding me in the bathroom. “Hey babe,” he says giving me a small smile before kissing me chastely on the lips. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I tell him, watching as he rakes his eyes over my body
with appreciation. “Date didn’t go so well?”

“Nah, it was fine,” he starts with a shrug. “She’s a nice
enough girl, she just wants a relationship and I don’t. When I told her that, she said she’d have to think about it and call me.”

“I’m sure she will, Tommy.”

“If she does, she does. What happened to your nipples?” he asks, running the pad of his thumb over my left breast without hesitation.

“Clamps,” I tell him. “I have to wash up. You want to come in?”

“If I get in the shower with you, I’m gonna want to fuck you, Callie,” he says honestly, making me shrug.

“It’s up to you, babe,” I tell him climbing in. “It might do you some good. You’ve been really stressed out lately, Tommy.”

“I’m not going to fuck you to relieve stress, Cal,” he says shaking his head. “I love you. I would never use you like that. The next time I fuck you, it’ll be because you want me, not because you’re throwing me a freebie.”

“Oh shut up,”
I swat water at him. “You know it would never be like that with you, Tommy.”

I rest my body against the tile
and savor in the hot water running over my sore muscles as I remember the night he and I first met. We’d both been at the same party while we were freshmen in high school. After drinking more beer than anyone should, we’d stumbled into the basement and taken each other’s virginity.

It was sloppy, irresponsible and embarrassing
, but we’d gotten better. Sex with him has been the only sex that’s ever meant anything more than a quick thrill or a way to bring in cash. If I ever settled down, I’d always known it would be with Tommy. That being said, I love him way too much to make him wait for me, even though I know he would in a heartbeat. A part of me wonders if that was why he keeps sabotaging all his relationships.

“I
do
want to sleep with you again tonight if you don’t mind,” he admits from his spot on the sink.

“Sure thing,” I tell him as I rinse the soap from my hair and begin lathering the soap over my body.
“Have you been having a hard time sleeping still?”

“Yeah,” he admits while watching me wash myself unashamedly. “I slept for a couple days pretty well, but I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep for shit last night and I was dragging all day today at the clinic.”

Pushing the curtain aside after I shut the water off, I ring the excess water from my hair. He stands to grab me a towel and gently wraps it around my shoulders.

“Thanks,” I smile at him as his eyes contin
ue to study my body.

“When did you get this done?” he asks, lightly touching
my hood piercing.

“A few day
s ago,” I tell him. “You were at work and I was bored. Pretty hot, right?”

“Damn hot, babe,” he admits as he helps me from the shower.  “Your stomach looks better, but I still want you to keep using that cream until it’s completely healed okay?”

“Okay, I will,” I tell him as I dry off and drop the towel onto the floor.

After getting dressed and finishing up my packing, Tommy takes me to dinner at
the diner we love downtown.

As we slide into the booth next to each other, we spend the next hour
cuddling closely together over patty melts and milkshakes. He tells me about the new movie he wants to see this weekend while he feeds me French fries and grazes my thigh. I tell him about the new band I heard was coming to the forum in a month while I wipe the stray whipped cream from his chin with my thumb and suck it clean.

We
’ve got a busy week ahead and today was just the beginning, but for right now, for tonight we’re just Tommy and Cal.

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