Chapter Twelve #4
“Before you answer, do you mind?” the lady asked.
Callie knew she was asking permission to touch her.
Callie nodded, and the lady pulled her close and kissed her.
Callie was shocked by how different the woman’s kiss was.
Her lips were soft, and though she was firm, the kiss was gentle.
When the lady stepped away, Callie felt disappointed.
She saw that it wasn’t just Ryan and the woman’s partner watching them, but several others in the room were as well, including Edward.
“Would you be willing to invite me back to your room?” she asked.
The woman’s kiss had turned Callie on. She never thought she could be. Maybe it was the alcohol’s effect, but she nodded, and they headed back to the bedroom. Ryan and the woman’s partner followed.
“I’ve never been with a woman,” Callie confessed as they returned to the bedroom.
“Excellent,” she responded. “Hopefully, I won’t be your last.”
She carefully led Callie to the bed, slipping her robe off her shoulders.
Callie's skin started to tingle from her soft touch. The woman let her robe fall to the floor as Callie stood naked in front of her. She pulled Callie in close for another kiss, and Callie felt her naked breasts press against hers. Having her soft, smooth skin rubbing against hers was a thrill Callie wasn’t expecting.
They continued to kiss, and Callie was becoming increasingly more aroused.
Her body was experiencing new sensations, and she never thought it would be so different.
She guided Callie to lie on the bed and then moved on top of her.
Slowly, her kisses worked over Callie’s body, paying particular attention to her breasts.
Her touch was like no other. She knew exactly how hard to bite or where else on Callie’s body she could be aroused.
Callie was breathing heavily and she was longing for the woman to touch her more.
She felt her fingers enter her while still sucking on one of her nipples.
Callie moaned loudly; she could hear the men shifting at the other side of the room, but she didn’t care.
She was only focused on what was being done to her.
After almost bringing her to climax, the woman moved between Callie’s legs and started to pleasure her with he mouth, working her tongue deeply. Again, the woman seemed to know exactly where Callie needed to be touched.
“Oh god!” Callie yelled out as the woman made her orgasm.
But she didn’t stop, and continued, while her hands moved again to explore her body.
Callie yelled out again as the orgasm intensified, and the room started spinning.
She wasn’t sure how long she had climaxed.
She had lost the sense of time. When the woman moved away from her, Callie had no strength left.
“I hope you enjoyed that,” the woman whispered in her ear.
“Oh god, yes,” Callie replied. She could barely open her eyes.
She heard them leave, then the door closed, and Ryan got on the bed beside her.
“That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen,” Ryan said.
“That was,” Callie couldn’t finish.
She rolled over and smiled at Ryan, but the look in his eyes told her what he needed. She moved on top of him, and he slid in throbbing. She moved slowly on him, still sensitive as her pleasure quickly returned.
“I need you so fucking badly right now,” he groaned loudly.
He took hold of her waist and switched positions so he was above her, and his excitement quickly triggered her adrenaline.
Suddenly, she wanted him to feel as satisfied as she was.
When he noticed her new energy, he started moving faster, and Callie started driving her hips up to him to match his rhythm.
Ryan didn’t last. He was already too aroused, and he was moaning loudly while he came.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear, but in her mind she was thanking him.
The next morning, Callie found Edward in his dining room.
He was alone, sipping coffee. When he saw her, he waved her over.
One of his staff quickly offered her coffee and any breakfast she wanted.
She said she only needed coffee. She looked at him over her cup, waiting for him to speak first. She wasn’t sure what the right breakfast conversation with your boss was after a sex party.
“You had an intense night,” Edward said with a grin.
“You heard?” Callie blushed.
“Heard?” Edward replied. “No, I was watching with a few others. You and Johanna were the highlight of the night. Thank you. A lot of people got off on those images.”
“You watched?” Callie said, blushing even harder.
“I was expecting to see Damian with you last night,” he said, changing the subject.
“Why would that be?” Callie asked. She had no idea why Edward would know anything about their relationship with Damian.
“Men sometimes talk too,” Edward winked at her. “What the three of you have,” Edward continued. “You’re lucky to care about each other so much. Don’t exclude Damian. You’ll be happier if you don’t.”
“I don’t see how you can offer relationship advice, given your current situation,” Callie accused.
“You disapprove?” Edward said.
“Yes,” Callie replied. “I appreciate what you think you are doing, but it’s not a good idea.”
“What I think I’m doing?” Edward repeated. “What do you think I am doing?”
“Trying to save Annie,” Callie accused.
“So what if I am?” he challenged. “You know her better than anyone. Why wouldn’t she leave the Service? It’s because of the lifestyle she became accustomed to.”
“Edward, having her live with you is a breach of your contract, and hers,” Callie warned.
“That’s if they find out,” Edward pointed out. “If the Service comes after me, I have a lot more to throw their way.”
“She’s using you,” Callie continued to protest.
“I know,” Edward said. “I’m fine with that if it’s what it takes to keep her safe. And there are benefits for me as well.”
Callie shook her head. She knew Edward wasn’t a stupid man.
Sure, he cared for Annie, but he had made it clear he didn’t intend to start another relationship.
Maybe this was for the best. It wasn’t a real relationship.
It just made official what he had been pretending all along. He was her sugar daddy.
“Why is it so important to you?” Callie questioned. “Why do you keep trying to save us?”
Edward leaned back and looked at her. She had struck a nerve without realizing it.
He wasn’t just treating her, Annie, and the other girls he hired with respect.
There was something else he hadn’t admitted, and he felt guilty about it.
She could see it in his eyes, and he wasn’t telling her everything.
“Eddy,” Callie said, concerned. “What is it?”
“It’s my fault,” Edward said at last. “It’s my fault that you and Annie were hurt by Lawrence.”
“How could that possibly be your fault?”
Edward looked at her sadly. Whatever he thought he had done to make it his fault clearly haunted him. He was conflicted and hurting. There was a dark truth, and Callie wasn’t sure he would share it.