Calla #4
The words came rough, but once I started, I couldn’t stop.
“He was verbally and emotionally abusive, sometimes physically, too. He was awful to my mother throughout their whole marriage. The first time I saw joy on my mother’s face was when she finally left his ass.
The second time? When Dro swept her off her feet.
I’ll never forget him taking Caleb with him to visit his mistress at the time, and when Caleb told my mother and finally stood up to him.
He treated him like he wasn’t even his son.
Tried to break him down the way he broke Mama, and then it trickled down to me and Calil. ”
I swallowed hard. “My mom was there, but she didn’t say anything. She thought she was protecting us, but she wasn’t; Sr. treated her silence like agreement. We’re working through that now, and each session, more forgiveness takes up space where resentment and hurt once lived.”
Amiyah’s eyes were glossy, her hand warm over mine. “Calla…” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Her thumb stroked my knuckles, steadying me.
Then she drew a shaky breath. “I know what it’s like to feel incomplete and lost at times.
I lost my parents when I was ten to a tragic car accident.
It changed my life. My grandparents raised me, and they loved me like I was their own.
Poured into me, gave me the best, but it never replaced having my parents.
When I was twenty-two, I lost them too; my grandfather passed first, and I believe my grandmother’s broken heart carried her to him soon after.
So it’s just been me and Lena, she’s my only family now. ”
Her voice cracked, but she held my gaze. My chest ached, recognition slicing through me. We were two women stitched together with grief and survival, carrying ghosts we never asked for.
I squeezed her hand back, my voice softer than I meant it to be. “We’re both walking around with holes in us.”
“Yeah,” she murmured. “But at least we found each other.”
The words lodged in my chest, hot and dangerous, found. Nobody had ever said that to me, because nobody has ever cared enough to look for me; I was always searching to be seen.
I forced a smile, and we had the same idea, apparently, as she tried to lighten the air.
“You know what my favorite thing is when I need to shut my brain off?” She tugged at the hoodie draped over the arm of the couch.
“This is my Naruto hoodie. I love anime, short for Japanese animation. It got me through some of the hardest nights of my life.”
Her eyes lit up more, and she sat up straighter. “Naruto is my favorite anime. I’ve been watching it since I was a kid.”
I blinked, then laughed. “Of course it is. Of course, you’re secretly a nerd too.”
She grinned, dimples deepening. “Not so secret. I’ve been to every midnight release. I was even thinking about hitting the Comic-Con in San Diego next year, you should come.”
I tilted my head, studying her, lips curving slow. “That sounds an awful lot like a date.”
Her smile widened, wicked and sweet at once. “Maybe it is. You scared?”
For once, I wasn’t. Not of her, and not of this.
I leaned in and kissed her, soft at first, just a brush of my lips against hers. She sighed against my mouth, then melted, her hand sliding up my thigh as if it belonged there.
The kiss deepened fast, turning hot, hungry.
My fingers tangled in her curls, tugging her closer.
She swung one leg over, straddling me, pressing her warmth down against me.
The food on the table sat forgotten, the anime playing in the background, but I couldn’t hear a thing over the thundering of my own heart.
Her mouth was sweet with wine, her body eager against mine, and I realized with a kind of dizzy terror that I was smitten. Completely.
And when her lips broke from mine, leaving me breathless, I knew I didn’t want to run from it anymore.
Her weight settled onto my lap, thighs pressing firm against mine.
Her tank top was creeping up her stomach from the roaming of my hands, leaving me exposed to the heat of her body.
I slid my hand down, my palm meeting the smooth stretch of her leggings.
The fabric was soft but unyielding, hugging her curves as if it were made for my hands.
The material clung so tight I could trace every line of her hips, every dip where she shifted against me. My fingers dragged slowly, deliberately, over the slick heat that was drenching through the material. She let out a soft gasp, her breath trembling as she buried her face against my neck.
“Mistress…” she whispered, the word catching in her throat. Not shy, but reverent, like she wanted to hand me the key to her surrender.
A shiver ripped through me.
“I see you in my dreams,” she whispered breathily. “Your touch, your taste, the way you claim my surrender beyond the physical, I…I need you, please,” she begged.
I caught a fistful of her curls, tugging her head back just enough to see her eyes, eyes that snapped shut in pleasure as she relished in our connection. “You’re trembling for me already,” I said, letting the smugness lace my voice. “All I’ve done is touch you.”
She laughed, but it melted into a moan as I pulled her closer. “I can’t help it. You make me feel everything, and I don’t have to hide it.”
My chest ached. No man had ever made me feel safe enough to unravel. And yet here she was, in my arms, telling me she wanted to be undone.
“Then let me show you,” I whispered, brushing my mouth over hers, teasing her lower lip until she whimpered. “Let me show you what it feels like to give in and not be broken for it.”
Her hands slid up my torso, gripping my neck as if she were holding on for dear life. She rocked against me, her breath hot against my cheek, her body moving in tiny circles over my lap, the press of her leggings only sharpening the heat that pulsed between us.
I let her move, let her grind, but kept her hair wrapped in my fist so she never forgot who she was moving for. Every time her hips shifted, I pulled her closer, deeper into me, until my own body was trembling with the weight of wanting her.
The music from Naruto spilled through the speakers in bursts of battle cries and swelling strings, but all I could hear was her ragged breath, all I could feel was her pulse against my lips as I kissed the soft line of her throat.
For once, I wasn’t just Dahlia, the mask, the whip, the power.
I wasn’t just Calla, the broken daughter of Caleb Sr. With Amiyah’s body pressed tight against mine, with her laughter dissolving into breathless sighs, I was something else entirely.
I was smitten, alive, and terrifyingly ready to let myself belong.
I was her girlfriend, and she was mine. As I stood us up, I grabbed her hand and led her back to my bedroom, where I was about to show her just how smitten she had me.
As we made it to the back, I pulled Amiyah closer, my hands roaming over her curves, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips.
Her body responded to my touch, and I could feel the heat radiating between us.
I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her.
She moaned softly, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer.
Breaking away from her lips, I trailed kisses down her neck, feeling her shiver beneath me. My hands found the hem of her tank top, and I slowly pulled it over her head, revealing her bare breasts. I took a moment to admire her, my eyes roaming over her curves, taking in every detail.
She reached for me, her fingers tracing the lines of my sports bra. She pulled it off, tossing it aside, and I felt a rush of excitement as her hands explored my bare skin. Her touch was firm and confident, and I could feel my body responding to her, my nipples hardening under her caress.
I moved lower, my lips trailing down her stomach, feeling her body quiver beneath my touch.
I slid her leggings down her thick thighs, taking her lace panties with them.
I was now on my knees for her, the weight of the moment sending waves of pleasure through my body as I took a moment to admire her, my eyes roaming over her body.
Amiyah pulled me back up to her, her lips finding mine in a fierce, passionate kiss.
I could feel her desire, her need, and it matched my own.
I broke away from her lips, my breath ragged, and moved lower, my mouth finding her breasts.
I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue, feeling her arch against me.
“Mmmmmmm, Calla pleaseeeee,” she whined and begged as I moved to her other breast and pinched the nipple I was familiarizing my taste buds with.
She arched into me, her hands fisting in my hair, urging me on.
I continued to lavish her nipples, giving them the same attention, feeling her body respond to my touch.
My hands roaming every dip and curve, memorizing her.
She was beautiful, and I wanted to explore every inch of her as I made it back to my knees, hooking her leg over my shoulder, my lips connecting with her dripping center.
I heard her gasp as I began to tease her with my tongue.
I knew I was eating her into delirium as she began rolling her hips fucking my face, urging me on, her needy pussy responding to my touch.
I pushed my tongue inside her, licking like she was my favorite ice cream, her body jerking every time I hit her most sensitive spots, teasing and tasting her.
She was wet and ready, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me.
“Bay-beeeeeeeeeeeee, eat your fucking pussy,” she moaned out, voice filled with seduction, my pussy pulsating.