A/U: So I finally got around to writing some pure smut. I hope you enjoy it. ;) Arizona definitely does.
"And you'll be home by seven?" the silky voice wrapped itself around her ears. She couldn't control the shiver that ran down her spine. "I just have a consult, so I'll be waiting."
"Yes ma'am," Callie said, her voice low and respectful. The perfect smile that greeted her response sparked a kind of delicious fear. "I'll be home by seven."
"Good, now come here, Calliope. Kiss me goodbye," came the familiar command.
She complied, feeling the slight shift of a hand as her clit was teased through her jeans. Just as a moan split through her teeth, the hand was withdrawn and she knew she had been dismissed. Terribly aroused and incredibly frustrated, Callie made her way out of the apartment. She shifted her bag on her shoulder in a desperate attempt to forget about the undeniable want growing between her legs. She couldn't take care of it, Arizona would know if she touched herself. She always did.
Before, it had never occurred to her that Arizona had ulterior motives to wanting Owen and Cristina out of their apartment. Callie had thought that it was simply because she wanted what Callie wanted; to be alone, together. She had never imagined that being alone with Arizona together would produce this unforeseen wild side of their sex life. Arizona was a dominator in bed, but Callie had never believed that she was dominatrix. It chilled Callie to the bone some times, but turned her on in ways that she had never felt before. The game was seldom carried on past their apartment door; their work was too important, but just the thoughts of anticipation would take up residence in Callie's mind and distract her for hours. Broken bones would hopefully take her mind off of the morning that she'd had; but due to Arizona's teasing torture, she was highly doubting it.
Arizona wasn't always like this, but there were some days when Callie knew that the torment would last for the better part of twenty four hours. Usually it happened after they went out somewhere and Callie made Arizona jealous. Her blonde girlfriend had a deep streak of possessive jealousy that usually ended with orgasms that made Callie so lightheaded she thought she would black out. But last night, Arizona had been possessive when they'd gone out. She told Callie who to talk to and who to dance with. And then when they'd gotten back, she'd taken pleasure in punishing Callie for flirting and dancing with other people for hours. And it hadn't stopped. Arizona was still dominating her when they woke up. And it seemed like it would only carry out as the day continued.
Callie knew about Arizona's past, and she knew that most of her relationships had gone south after moving in together. It had taken her a long time to get Arizona to admit why. Only one of her past relationships had lasted substantially long after the blonde had revealed her dirty secrets. But Callie loved the way Arizona would get animalistic with her; claiming her body, mind, and soul. Arizona was always clear about her expectations and desires, and Callie had always been clear with her boundaries. Arizona had never pushed her too far. As long as their relationship remained healthy and equal, Arizona could dominate her in bed every night.
"What's wrong, Torres?" Mark asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
She hadn't realized that he'd been standing next to her talking for five minutes. "Oh, uh," Callie snapped out of her arousal induced reverie. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Mark stared at her strangely. "You are anything but fine. You and Robbins fight?"
"Fight?" Oh no, it was nothing near a fight. Not unless you count being handcuffed and having slim fingers pushed in and out… "No, not a fight."
"Okay," Mark drew out the end of his remark. They had reached the attendings' lounge. As Callie went to slide her bag into her locker, her phone vibrated. She fumbled, spilling books and files onto the ground. "Seriously, Torres. What's up with you?"
Her face flushed as she read the dirty text that Arizona had sent her. Her mouth went dry and her attempt to brush off Mark's concern was embarrassing. His look of concern turned to one of panic. "I…I promise. I'm fine. Arizona…last night…whew…still feeling it."
"Did she drug you, Callie? Can you operate?"
She shoved her phone deep into her pocket. Mark had a tendency to go digging for information when she wouldn't voluntarily give it up. Arizona was carrying the game into work, and she was hoping that it didn't go too far. She had to concentrate at work, on work, not on the way Arizona had straddled her head and… "I'm fine, Mark. Really."
"You aren't acting fine, you're acting…" Mark stopped short, realization dawning on him. "Oh, oh. Robbins is in a…mood…huh?"
"Like never before," Callie admitted. "I need to find a way to concentrate Mark, or I'll never get through today. I…need…to concentrate."
"I heard there are multiple crush injuries in the pit," he offered.
A glint lit up Callie's eye. "Oh thank God."
Calliope. Third floor on-call room. At one.
She sat at the lunch table, chewing on the plastic spork that had come with her salad. Her mind had zoned out ten minutes earlier, as the other attendings talked around her. Arizona had been plaguing her mind all day and she had never texted her like this at work before. She must have really struck a nerve at the club, maybe she'd been too flirty with that brunette. Imagining what Arizona could want from her now, in the middle of her day, was driving her crazy and making her deprived clit throb unbearably.
"Is she okay?" Teddy asked. She waved her hand in front of Callie's flushed face.
"Yeah, she's fine," Mark said, grabbing Callie's knee. "Hey, wake up, Torres!"
Callie shook her head and blinked, looking around at the others. Then she looked down at her phone. 12:58. "I gotta go."
Leaving the table of attendings staring after her, Callie pushed her way out of the cafeteria. She wanted to run, but causing a scene over something like this was not a good idea. Besides, she knew that Arizona expected her to be late. If there was ever anything that Arizona liked punishing her for, it was when she was late. Arizona would make up some story of Callie flirting or cheating, and then assert her dominance and possession over Callie in a deliciously nerve inducing manner.
Reaching the on call room, she knocked. A few seconds later, the door was opened and Arizona pulled her inside. Loving kisses greeted Callie's lips. "Hey baby."
"Hey," Callie breathed. Maybe Arizona was done playing the game and that morning had just been for show. She never knew with Arizona. The blonde was the one who controlled when the game started and ended. "I've missed you today."
"Hmm," Arizona hummed against Callie's neck before running her tongue over the darkened skin. "Me too. You were so hot in the…position you were in the morning."
Arousal flooded through Callie at the thought of how Arizona had tied and teased her. "Really?"
"Oh yeah, really. It's been driving me crazy all day," Arizona bit at Callie's collarbone. "So I got something to drive you crazy."
Anxiety mixed with the arousal in Callie's veins. The game wasn't over. "What…what kind of something?"
"Have you ever heard of Ben Wa balls, Calliope?"
Callie shook her head.
Arizona bit down painfully.
"No ma'am."
Arizona pulled the new toy out of her pocket. "They can be lots of fun. They are used to tease, never give any true satisfaction."
Callie groaned at the thought of dealing with her heady arousal for any longer while working.
"Excuse me?" Arizona's playful tone took a sharp edge.
Callie looked away, "I'm sorry, Mistress. Use me how you will."
Arizona smiled. "But, you've been good today," she said as she slipped her hand under Callie's scrubs. Her fingers trailed over Callie's skin, inching her top up as she headed north towards the voluptuous breasts that were rising and falling with Callie's heavy breaths. Then she ripped the scrub top off and dropped her lips to Callie's soft skin. Moans began to slip through Callie's bitten lips. "So I'll reward you."
Callie's eyes shot open.
Arizona turned and pushed Callie back onto the bunk and stood over her. "I'm going to fuck you, Callie. And then I'm going to put your new toy in place and you are not to remove it for any reason."
Callie nodded, excitement coursing through her. Arizona was going to take care of her. She obediently raised her hands above her head as Arizona ripped her scrub pants and arousal-soaked underwear down her legs. Already close to the edge, she knew that it wouldn't take much coaxing from Arizona's expert fingers to reach her climax. Her girlfriend settled between her legs, stroking the insides of her warm thighs with gentle fingers before plunging them into her soaking core.
"You're wet."
"Only for you."
"Keep your eyes closed."
Fighting a groan, Callie closed her eyes. Without the visual stimulation, Arizona knew that it would be harder for her to come, even with all of the teasing. Then those gentle fingers were inside of her, slipping in and out of her wet opening. Callie's skin jumped at the contact. As the teasing fingers picked up their pace Callie felt Arizona's warm tongue gently lapping at her clit. Insane with need, Callie thrust her hips up, searching for more friction. She didn't care if Arizona punished her for it later. She needed to come. Moans were spilling from her swollen lips as the gentle lapping turned into determined strokes. Her muscles were tensing around Arizona's quickly thrusting fingers.
And then it stopped. With a desperate groan, Callie's legs automatically closed around Arizona's head to keep her there. Sharp nails dug into her skin and she opened them. She should have known better. Arizona had never said that she would let Callie come. It had gone the same way that morning when Arizona had tied her legs to one of the barstools and shallow fucked her softly for over an hour.
"I'm sorry…911 page," Arizona said innocently. But her pleased smirk gave her away.
Callie fought a whine. Arizona would never give in to her whining. "Please Mistress. Let me come."
"You come when I say," Arizona snapped. But she leaned forward and kissed Callie sweetly. As she did so, Callie felt pressure and then something being pushed inside of her. Arizona nestled the metal balls deep inside of Callie's vagina. "Don't take them out for anything, Calliope."
Arizona cleaned off her face and cheerfully stepped out of the on call room. Callie thought she would cry from the frustration that was now stemming from the very depths of her core. She'd never known need like this. It was a carnal, animalistic need that made her want to destroy things. Her mind was blinded by her arousal and the orgasm that was staring her in the face, laughing. Groaning again, she grabbed her clothes and quickly got dressed. The weighted balls inside of her shifted and she stopped. After Arizona's torment, the tease made her knees weak. This would be the death of her, or a patient. If it was the latter, she and Arizona would have a problem. Finding the shreds of her resolve, she walked out of the room, trying to not make it obvious to her colleagues that she was truly, very distracted.