Savage (The Callie Leveaux Series Book 2)
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Authors: Kate Benson
SAVAGE
by
Kate Benson
COPYRIGHT © 2014 BY KATE BENSON
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Editing and formatting by Chasing Sophie Publications ©
For Sean,
my greatest addiction,
my favorite obsession.
I love you.
“Any obsession is dangerous.”
~Christina Ricci
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
The Addicted
“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this table since the first time you put your legs in the stirrups, baby,” I ground out as I push my cock deeper into her, pulling a low moan from her. “Keep that in your mouth, Cal.”
Holding her grey eyes, I watch her nod slightly and bite down harder on the gown I used to tie her to the exam table with forty five minutes ago. It’s barely recognizable between her teeth as she grips the pale green fabric into her perfectly manicured hands, still bound up near the sides of her face. Her hooded gaze stays locked on mine as I continue to pound into her.
A string of muffled curse words mixed with my name escapes her as I twist my hips and push in deeper, filling her completely. As I watch her eyelids begin to flutter closed in pleasure, I move my hands from their position on her waist and bend over her slightly. Gripping her bouncing tits into my hands, I begin using them as leverage to drive into her ruthlessly.
“Open your eyes,” I order her, my low voice a growl as I feel her pussy begin to clench around my shaft. “Your eyes stay on
me
when I fuck you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she mewls around the thin fabric as her eyes pop back open, finding mine immediately.
Pinching her nipples sharply, she starts constricting around my cock and I begin to feel my orgasm building right along with hers.
“Give me what I want, baby,” I order through clenched teeth.
Immediately, she throws her head back and begins trembling beneath me, pulling every drop of me into her. Once I’ve filled her, I slowly rock into her and lean over her, licking her taut nipples and soothing the now red marks left behind.
Remaining buried inside her, I reach behind her and loosen the gown that’s been keeping her hands and mouth useless.
“Come here,” I say, gripping her at the neck and pulling her up to meet my lips.
Thrusting my tongue past her swollen lips, I continue rocking my hips as we come down together. I take her mouth completely, savoring the sound of her vulnerable whimpers of sated pleasure as I swallow them greedily.
As I pull out of her, I hold her in place and suck her lower lip into my mouth and move my fingers over her sensitive, drenched opening. Letting out a low groan, I hover just inches in front of her mouth and hold her eyes.
“Fuck baby,” I ground out, one hand still gripping her neck possessively as the other continues massaging between her open thighs. “I love having my come all over you.”
I run my lips down her jaw and gaze down at where my fingers begin pumping into her slow and deep. I feel her watching me take her in as her already shaky breathing falters further. As I pull my fingers from inside her, I rub our combined release over her bare pussy before slipping them in again. Not surprisingly, she begins grinding against my hand in no time, begging for more.
“Tommy,” she moans as I tug the back of her hair and bite down on her chin.
“You ready to come for me again?” I ask teasingly as she begins riding my hand with more force.
“Yes,” she gasps, whining when I move my hand away.
Raising my hand to her mouth, I run my drenched fingers over her lips and hold her eyes.
“Open,” I order, watching as she does exactly as she’s told, sucking my fingers clean with a low moan of appreciation. “I don’t have time to fuck you again, baby. I have patients waiting, but I’ll make you come again if you can be quick.”
“Okay,” she nods immediately, panting in front of me. “You’re gonna fuck me again when you come home, right?”
“Of course,” I promise, my fingers slipping back inside her before skimming over her swollen clit. “Now give me a taste, baby.”
Giving me her mouth, I let out a low rumble as I taste the combination of her release and traces of my semen on her tongue. As I work her over, she keeps her eyes locked with mine as her arms stay hooked around my neck. From her position in the stirrups and the way she’s wrapped around me, it would take nothing for me to slide my already rock hard cock into her, but I need to keep my senses right now.
I wasn’t lying when I said I had patients waiting. When she called right before my lunch hour and told me she needed to see me though, there was no way I was going to tell her no.
I’m as addicted to Callie Leveaux as you are to air.
“Play with your clit baby,” I order huskily and watch as she unhooks one arm from me and immediately takes over.
Pulling my hand away from her, I slide it lower and sink it into her ass, watching her eyes roll back slightly. I use my finger to fuck her and as she begins to pant heavily against my chest, her wetness drips over my knuckles and sends me into overdrive.
“Fuck, baby!” I husk out as I watch her fall apart and I know I’m screwed.
Removing my grasp on her neck, I roughly push her back onto the table and return my grip to her hips, pushing my throbbing dick into her in one swift movement.
Knowing we can’t be heard, she immediately clamps her hand over her mouth and in minutes, she’s covering me again as I fill her to the brink.
“Oh my God,” she pants almost silently, her palms rubbing over her eyes as she struggles to regain control of her breath along with me.
Lowering her now useless legs from the stirrups, I slowly help pull her up to where I’m standing between her thighs.
“Feel better?” I ask, my lips brushing against hers gently as I stare into her hooded eyes.
“Fuck yeah I feel better,” she smiles lazily up at me before resting her head against my still heaving chest. “Sorry you didn’t get to eat on your break.”
“I had exactly what I wanted,” I tease as I cup her sex and kiss her on the temple.
She’s about to respond to me when the intercom cuts her off.
“Dr. Savage? Your one o’clock is waiting in exam room three, your one fifteen is in exam room seven and your one thirty is waiting for you in exam room five.”
“Fuck,” I grumble into her hair before reaching over to answer my receptionist. “Thanks Bonnie. I’ll be with them shortly.”
“Sorry baby,” Callie says quietly as she presses her lips to my collarbone and slides off the table. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Okay,” I say, letting out a sigh as I watch her pull her shorts back on over her still wobbly legs.
Grabbing her shirt for her off of the chair by the door, I toss it to her and grab a clean set of scrubs from the cabinet for myself. I watch the way the cotton stretches over her body, her heavy, full breasts pushing against the fabric in protest.
Fuck me.
Once we’re both dressed, she slides her oversized sunglasses onto the top of her head, not bothering to right her very obviously just fucked blonde hair before facing me.
“Okay baby,” she says, reaching up on her toes and kissing me chastely. “Have a good day. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I say, tugging the back of her shorts and pulling her back against my front. Gripping her hair possessively, I tug so that she’s looking up at me and assault her mouth once more, cupping her sex and giving it a squeeze. “Be a good girl.”
“I will,” she promises as I release her and watch her walk out of my office. As I make my way out behind her, she playfully looks over her shoulder and throws me a wink. “Thanks for squeezing me in, Doc.”
***
It’s nearly six thirty when I’m finally able to climb into the Audi and get ready to head home. Revving the engine, I lean back against the seat and slip my sunglasses on before reaching for my cell. I’m about to send Callie a text to let her know I’m on my way when I see the missed call from my brother, Richie.
He doesn’t call much, but he’s the only family I’ve got left so we try to maintain a relationship. The only person I’m closer to is waiting for me to walk in the house right now. I haven’t heard a peep out of her since she left my office, which causes my anxiety to flare in my chest.
I trust Callie, but I also know her.
She’s never openly admitted to having an addiction, choosing instead to cover it up as a way to help people, but it couldn’t be more obvious. Even when we met at fifteen in that shitty ass basement, there was always something primal lurking just beneath her surface. Over the past few years though, her carnal addiction has increased tenfold and today’s the first day she’s not calling all the shots in a very long time.
I know she’d never do anything deliberately to hurt me. Her intention isn’t the thing that’s making my skin prickle as I glance down at the phone in my palm.
The thing that has me scared shitless is that addiction and not knowing if I’m enough to feed it.
CHAPTER TWO
The Monogamist
Swiping my finger over my screen, I quickly shoot her a text.
Are you alive? -T
It’s only a couple minutes before I get a reply.
Barely xoCALxo
With a smirk, I feel some of the anxiety roll off my shoulders with her sarcastic reply as I type my response and put the car into gear.
Good thing I make house calls ;) Be there in twenty –T
Leaving the lot, I use the hands free to dial Richie and make my way towards the apartment. I talk to him for a few minutes, agreeing to meet him for dinner at the diner later to catch up and pull onto the interstate.
I love my brother but I hate the anxiety that his calls bring up. While shit’s gotten a lot better over the past few years, it wasn’t always this way. Our mom died when we were kids, leaving us with our piece of shit father, someone I still refuse to talk to.
Having the shit kicked out of you on a daily basis will do that.
I’m bombarded with images of my past, instantly pulled back to all the dark shit I’ve fought so hard to get away from over the past few years. On paper, I’m a good, upstanding citizen who busted his ass through med school. Before all that, though, I was a much different person. I took the name my father gave me and I embraced it.
Fuck, I spent my formidable years just breathing rage into it.
If it hadn’t been for Callie, I’ve got no doubt I’d be dead or in prison.
I’m a shaking combination of fury and images from my past away when I pull up to the apartment and make my way upstairs. While I’m not surprised to find Callie on the couch, I am surprised to find her sleeping. She’s wearing an old college shirt and sweats, both swiped from my closet a couple years ago. Her newly bleached, damp hair is a mess against the arm of the couch as I drop my bag on the floor next to the couch and hover over her.
I’m pretty sure I know everything about this woman. I’m the only person she’s ever shared everything with. I know every sexual encounter she’s ever had and I know all the dark shit she’s had done to her.
I’m also the only person who knows how much she loved it.
As I run my eyes over her face, completely clean of makeup, her hair looking like she’s just danced in the rain for an hour, she looks so innocent, so young.
She looks like the girl who wrapped me around her kinky little finger in that basement fifteen years ago.
Tossing my shirt onto the floor, I stretch out beside her and rest one arm under her neck
“Hey baby,” I whisper, as my lips find the hollow of her neck and my free hand cups her sex.
