Thank you all so much for your feedback! I'm so happy you're enjoying the smut and I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.

I'm going to try something different when it comes to smut with this story, just let me know if you like it or not :)

Also, here's your smut warning again ;)


Tears had always been a sign of pain or joy, but the tears that rolled down Callie's cheek had not been happy tears, but tears of what seemed like really bad pain. Arizona had gotten off the Latina, wondering if she had done something wrong, but then she heard yelling coming from her phone, a kind of yelling that sent a shiver down her spine. The blonde wasn't sure what was going on between the president and her husband, but whatever it was hadn't seemed to be any good. It had almost been dumb of Arizona to assume everything was okay between her client and her husband in the first place, but George O'Malley had strangely never once crossed her mind. Whenever she was with her, the only person who had mattered was Callie, never once anyone else. Arizona had been aware there was a husband involved, but she had barely ever seen them together, and she wondered if this was only an arranged marriage to make it seem like the president had someone by her side. The blonde wasn't quite sure why she stayed with Callie instead of leaving her alone, but there was something about her tears that made her want to help her and feel better about whatever was going on. Arizona was an escort, and only there to offer her services, but she had also been a person with a heart, a very big heart, and she hated seeing people cry, no matter who it was. She wanted to help her, but Callie had still been on the phone and she wasn't quite sure what to do. Only when the phone call finally ended, the young man had looked at her with tears streaming down her beautiful face.

"I think it's best if you go." a sad, incredibly vulnerable voice said, a voice Arizona had never heard before.

"Hey, you're crying, Calliope. Are you okay?"

"Why do you always call me Calliope? My name is Callie." the Latina asked, wiping her tears away.

"I think it suits you. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Do you want to tell me why you're crying?"

There was so much sadness in those chocolate brown eyes that Arizona thought she was going to cry with her. She had never seen her so vulnerable and hurt, and whatever it was that George said to her surely wasn't what he should have said to her. Her reaction to his words had been heartbreaking, and all she wanted to do was make her feel better, even though she had barely known her.

"Arizona, you're my escort. You're not here to listen to my problems, that's not what I'm paying you for."

"I know, but I can see that you're very, very upset and I don't want to leave this room before I know you're okay." the blonde spoke softly, her hand now resting on Callie's knee.

"That's kind of you, Arizona, but that would cross a line and most of the stuff I'm dealing with is confidential."

"Well, that's why I signed a contract, right?" Arizona smiled, her dimples popping. "You don't always have to be strong, Calliope. I can see you're very stressed and hurt, and I'd like to be there for you and make you feel better."

"You can't make everything better with sex."

"I'm not talking about sex. I'm here to listen if you want me to, but it's okay if you don't feel comfortable doing that with me."

Their eyes had met for a brief, yet meaningful moment and Callie could see the honesty in those ocean blue eyes. She had never planned on letting her escort get so close to her, let alone let her into her bedroom, but what they had was nice, and the Latina had felt desired even though she was paying Arizona for sexual services. It had never been a concept the president was comfortable with because no one should ever be pressured into a situation like that, but Mark had calmed her down when he told her Arizona wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do, and would always tell her if she wasn't enjoying something. The blonde had seemed like a very honest and confident woman, and Callie was sure she wouldn't break her with the information she was going to provide her with.

"Are you sure, Arizona? There's no going back if I tell you now. You can't tell anyone about this, ever."

"I'm sure, Calliope. What's going on?"

The Latina had let out a loud sigh and leaned against the headboard, closing her eyes before opening them again. "I was talking to my husband, George. He complained about how security wasn't letting him get close to me anymore and he said some very mean things."

"Why aren't you letting him get close to you? He's your husband?"

"I told him to stay away from me because something happened and he was very...um, well, he was just rude." Callie stuttered, not wanting to risk other's finding out about what her husband had done the other day.

"I know you're lying." Arizona smiled sadly, rubbing Callie's knee softly. "I don't want to cross any lines here, Callie, but I doubt you would make your husband stay away from you just because he was rude to you. You can trust me, I won't tell anyone and I certainly won't go to the media."

"Arizona, you don't understand. This is...crazy stuff, and I don't want to burden you with that. Like I said, you're not here to listen to my problems."

"What if I want to listen to your problems? I don't want to just be your escort, I want to be your friend too, and friends tell each other things."

Callie smiled for a moment, but quickly pulled herself together. "I'm not sure that's the best idea. I'm the president, I don't have time for anyone and if I do, I use my time to get some stress relief from people like you."

"Why do you think you need stress relief from 'people' like me?"

"It helps me forget everything that's wrong in my life, and I finally get to relax at least a little bit."

"I know ways to make you feel even more relaxed, Callie, but not talking to anyone about this won't help you feel better. Talk to me. You can tell me."

It had taken lots of convincing to finally get her to talk, but then suddenly, the Latina opened her mouth to speak, ready to tell her escort what was going on, even though it probably wasn't the best idea.

"George, my husband, cheated on me about a year ago, and that's when our marriage went downhill. He told me he doesn't love me anymore, and now he's being the biggest jerk I've ever seen." Callie explained, a sigh escaping her lips.

Ocean blue eyes saddened for the woman sitting in front of her. How could anyone cheat on her? Callie was by far the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, and feeling her around her had felt better than anything else ever had. How could he give her up?

"I'm so sorry, Calliope. I can't imagine how much pain he must have and continues to put you through. I don't...um, I don't understand how he could ever cheat on someone like you."

"Because I'm president? Believe me, it doesn't matter who you are. People cheat on anyone, I mean, look at Beyoncé and her husband."

"No, not because you're president. I don't think a job or the power of a person can hold a couple together. I just find you...I find you very beautiful, Callie, and I don't get why he would ever cheat on someone like you."

"You find me beautiful?" Callie smiled, her face lighting up.

"Yeah, I find you very beautiful." Arizona smiled back, but there was something in her eyes that made it obvious the woman in front of her couldn't fully believe it.

"Thank you, but I don't...I don't feel that way. I know, it's silly, but when your husband cheats on you and suddenly stops loving you...it does something to your confidence."

Tears had filled brown eyes again, but before they could roll down her cheeks, Arizona used one of her fingers to wipe them away.

"I find you breathtakingly stunning, Calliope, and if it was so easy for him to cheat on you, he has never seen your worth. You're beautiful, and I want you to know that."

"Thank you, Arizona. That's very kind of you. I have to admit, I'm not used to hearing people say that."

The blonde had let out an adorable laugh that made the Latina smile. "Believe me, there are so many people who find you beautiful and hot, and I'm one of them."

"I kinda figured that when I saw how hard you got for me." Callie teased, earning a big grin from the blonde.

"Oh yeah, and you also make me come really hard. It makes me feel so relaxed."

Arousal rushed through the president's veins, loving how open the escort was to sex. "Mm, it makes me feel really relaxed too."

"That's good, really good...but I can make you feel even more relaxed if you let me."

"How would you do that?" Callie asked curiously, not sure where this was going.

"Well, there's something that you don't know about me, but I'm not sure if this is anything you'd ever be comfortable with or anything you'd let me do to you. I don't share that side of me with many people, but I'm willing to show it to you."

Callie's breathing quickly turned into fast, short breaths, her lower stomach tingling at the thought of what it could be that her escort wasn't telling her about just yet.

"Just tell me what side you're talking about, please. I'm sure I'll like it."

"Do you really want to know what I'm like in bed when I'm not sleeping with you, Calliope?" the blonde asked, earning a nod from the Latina.

"I'm in control in the bedroom, and I have rules. I'm not submissive to anyone, I am the one who dominates and takes control over the other person's pleasure. I'm into bondage, role plays, spanking, blindfolding, edging and punishment, and I expect you to follow my rules."

"What...what are your rules, Arizona?"

"First of all, you don't call me by my name." the blonde spoke. "You listen to my commands, and you are here for my pleasure, and my pleasure only. I control you, I fuck you and I take care of you like no one else ever has. I'm a strict, but caring mistress, and I always take care of my princess. Now, are you sure you still like it?"

The president had wanted to scream 'yes', but a part of her hadn't wanted to give the blonde the satisfaction of knowing just how turned on she had been by her words.

"Does that...um, mean you're into bdsm?"

"If you want to label it, yes." Arizona smirked. "You didn't answer my question, though."

"I've...I've never really tried that before, and it's hard for me to let go because I'm always the one in control."

The escort leaned closer and breathed against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "With me, you will never be in control, dear. You need to learn to play by my rules, that is if you are up to getting to know that side of me."

Callie gulped at her words, the thought of what her escort could do to her and how sexy she sounded driving her crazy. "I'm up to it, I'm so up to it, but I need to remind you of my rules too."

"No, you play by my rules, Calliope. I will touch you and I will kiss you whenever I want."

"Oh god, Arizona." Callie moaned loudly, her words overwhelming her. "I'll play by your rules, but I can only do this if you don't fall for me."

Arizona moved closer to the woman in front of her, and slipped her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow circles. "I already told you that's fine by me, Callie. So, are you in?"

"Mm...yeah...I'm in, Arizona."

"That's good…" the escort whispered into her ear and continued to rub her. "Now, be a good girl and stop using my name."

"W-what do you want me to c-call you?"

"Mistress. I expect you to call me that until we decide on a different name, but for now it's mistress. Understood?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Mm, that's my good girl. If you ever disobey me, I won't think twice about punishing you. Bad girls get punished."

"Arizon-"

An unexpected slap had hit her clit, causing her hips to buck in response. Arizona was already showing her what she was capable of. "What was that, princess?"

"Nothing, mistress, but I...I have a meeting early in the morning and I...was wondering if we could meet up tomorrow?"

"That's fine, it's late anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, and you have a good night, okay?" the blonde smiled, letting her fingers run through black hair.

"I can't wait, and you have a good night too."

"Goodnight, Calliope."

"Goodnight, Arizona." Callie said, but was met by Arizona raising her eyebrows at her. "Goodnight, mistress."

"Oh my, you have so much to learn."


Callie's POV:


Callie had woken up with a big smile on her face the next morning. It had been quite hard for her to fall asleep after Arizona had left, her thoughts swirling around what had happened between them, but when she opened her eyes the next morning, her stomach fluttered with excitement. The Latina couldn't wait to find out what the blonde was going to do to her tonight, her core already clenching with need. She wasn't sure if it was the escort's beauty or her character that made her so attractive, maybe it was both, but the amount of control she had over her was nothing she had been used to. Not even George had managed to control her this way, and Arizona hadn't even shown her the dirty side that was inside her, ready to come out to play. There was something so sexy about being a sub to her escort, even though it should've been the other way around, but Arizona had already owned her, the blonde just wasn't aware of it yet.

The president's morning started like every other morning. She had checked her emails, had a quick breakfast, and checked her meetings and appointments for the day. The specialists who had been with her in the server room had asked her for a meeting the day prior to discuss what the next steps to prevent another cyber attack would be, but thinking about the mafia had made her want to slam her head against a wall. When the brunette had sat down in one of the many conference rooms the White House had to offer, Callie looked into all sorts of serious faces, and that had never been a good thing. She was not ready.

"Okay, so what have we got?" the president asked, a hint of fear in her usually so confident voice.

"Well, Mrs. President…" one of the specialists sighed. "I'm afraid what I have to tell you will not make you very happy. We have checked all the servers and firewalls, but even after hours of trying to figure out how they have managed to break through the firewall, we came to the conclusion that the attack must have come from in here."

"What do you mean, from 'in here'?"

"It's impossible for hackers to get so much access to our files and for them to take over everything in here. They basically shut down all of our servers, trying to force you into paying 5,000 coins, and it's impossible for them to have gained so much control over us by simply trying to hack us. We're sure they had help."

Callie placed both her elbows on the table in front of her and buried her face in her hands. Just when she thought it was over and she wouldn't have to deal with it again, her staff had informed her about the next terrible news that would rob her of her sleep.

"How is that possible? We've done background checks on everyone. I would know if anyone ever worked for the mafia or Julio Salvatore. Are you sure about that?"

"We're sure. We think someone with access to the server room has used something like an usb to hack into our system. We have no idea who it might be, though."

"For God's sake!" the president groaned in disbelief. "Do a background check already! I want everyone to get checked again!"

"Yes, ma'am. That might take a while, though."

"I don't care, just do it!" the brunette yelled, making the guy shrivel up in fear. He quickly went to the computer and started doing background checks, trying to please her.

Nothing had pissed the president off more than staff who couldn't do the easiest things before deciding to ask her for a meeting. It wasn't hard to do a background check on everyone, and they hadn't needed her permission to do that, especially if they knew she would ask them to do it anyway. The Latina could have worked on something else instead or taken some time for herself, but instead, she had to deal with staff who couldn't do the simplest of things beforehand. It had made her blood boil, and it had made her wonder if they would ever learn. Callie had not known what to do about the situation, that's why she had needed people around her who could help her instead of making her feel even more nervous about it all. It hadn't made sense to her why some people needed to talk to her about anything and everything, but she couldn't do more than putting them in their places and telling them to work harder and better. It wasn't hard to put more effort into their work, it's what she had done every single day.

"I expect you to give me the files of every single person working here as soon as you checked all of them. I don't care if you think they're fine, I want the files to take a look at it myself. I will not have anyone betraying me in here, and if it was anyone in this room, you better tell me now before I will make you wish you were never born. If you don't get me all the files, your ass is fired!"

"Yes, ma'am. I understand. I will send the files to you as soon as I have them." the man answered, never having seen his president being so mad at him and the other staff in the room.

"Don't bother me unless it's important."

With that, Callie had slammed the door shut behind her and left the room, her heart racing with anger. What a messed up morning.


The Latina had spent most of her time in her office that day, countless phone conferences making her want to hang up on them and have her escort come over. She was having a really bad day, and even though work had usually helped to get her mind off things that bothered her, it hadn't worked today. During her lunch break, she had told her staff to leave her alone unless they needed something really important from her, and decided to get her vibrator from her desk a few minutes later. The purple toy had been a lifesaver sometimes, and all she needed after such a terrible, frustrating morning was to come and relieve some of the tension before Arizona would come over later that day. The Latina pulled her pants and her panties down to her ankles and positioned the toy on her clit, immediately feeling the pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned because of how good it had felt and clicked on Arizona's contact to call the hot blonde. She had needed her dirty words more than anything to come, and she hoped Arizona was available. Her heart started beating faster, and maybe it even skipped a beat when the beautiful woman had picked up the phone.

"Hi, Callie. I'm on a break right now, how are you?" the blonde asked, her voice sweet and happy.

Callie had tried to open her mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a throaty moan.

"What are you doing, princess? Are you being a bad girl?" Arizona asked, her voice suddenly dropping an octave.

"I'm...using my...mm, vibrator, Arizona."

"Calliope, what did I say about using my name? You are being bad and I don't like it. Turn the vibrator off."

"What?"

"You heard me. Turn it off. You can use it when you start being a good girl again."

Callie whimpered in response to what she said. "Fuck, no, I...I don't want to stop."

"I said stop! You are going to pay for talking to me that way when I come over tonight." the blonde hissed, not liking her being a bad girl one bit. She was going to play by her rules, even if Callie thought she wouldn't live up to her promise of punishing her.

"Ugh...please, I need...I need to come. I'm not in the mood for...your games."

"I said….turn it off! If you don't turn it off, I'm not coming over tonight and you'll be punished even more." the blonde said sternly, meaning every word that she said.

Callie had tried to pull herself together, but who could blame her for trying to stand up to the blonde? She had no idea what was waiting for her and how much control she would lose once the bedroom door would close behind them.

"Yes, mistress" the brunette finally said, turning the vibrator off.

"Now, what do you say for misbehaving like that?"

"I'm sorry for being a bad girl, mistress. How can I make it up to you? I'll do anything."

The blonde was quiet for a moment before she spoke up again. "You'll do anything to come or anything to make me forgive you?"

"Both? I just...I had a really, really bad day, Ar-...mistress, and I need some relief badly."

"Calliope, it's 2:30pm. Your pussy can wait, even if it's dripping wet for me. I don't give a shit, do you hear me?"

The Latina swallowed hard at her words, not having expected her to be so strict with her. "Please, I can't get through the day without coming!"

"You can and you will. You will do as I say or I won't come over. Listen to me, princess. Now, repeat after me. 'I won't touch myself without my mistress's permission'" the blonde said, rubbing herself through her scrub pants.

"I-I won't…touch m-myself without my mistress's permission." the brunette whispered, feeling bad for disobeying Arizona.

"Good girl. I don't like you acting like a needy slut who can't control her throbbing cunt. You are mine and mine only. You do as I say, not the other way around. You are here for my pleasure and I don't like getting pleasure from bad girls."

"I understand, mistress." Callie sighed, her pussy pulsing with indescribable need. "I don't...I don't know how to control myself all day, but I'll try to be a good girl."

"There is no trying, you control yourself like the good girl you are. Don't make me think of you as bad or you won't like the consequences.

"Mm, you make me so horny with your words. My pussy is throbbing every time you talk."

"It better be untouched for the whole day or I won't fuck you and I'll take care of the problem in my pants by myself."

Callie groaned out loud, her fingers resting on her clit, tapping just lightly against it. "Is your cock all hard for me?"

"Yes, princess, it is. I can hear when you do something you shouldn't be doing, so pull up your fucking pants or I'll spank your ass until it's bleeding."

Callie had never been controlled quite like this, actually, she had never been controlled at all. It had aroused her like nothing else and she couldn't help but imagine her on Arizona's lap, being spanked for being a bad little girl. There was something so thrilling about it all, and a part of her wondered what the blonde had in store for her. Callie still remembered the words bondage, edging, role play, blindfolding and punishment, and even though she had never tried any of that before, she knew she couldn't get enough of it. The dominating side of Arizona had made her juices run down her thighs, and it was obvious she had already had control over her, she just needed to learn to listen. Bdsm was never something Callie had thought about or considered with George, but Arizona had given her a taste of something she knew she needed a lot from now on, and she was sure she would get it.

"I'm sorry. I'll listen, ma'am." Callie breathed heavily and pulled her panties and pants back up, feeling her juices coating them heavily. .

"That's my good girl. I gotta go, but I'll see you later, Calliope."


No one had ever left her so frustrated in her entire life, but maybe it was part of becoming a sub. The Latina had spent the next few hours squirming in her seat, trying to feel at least a little bit of friction or pleasure, but nothing had scratched her itch. Callie had also never been so distracted from her work in her life, and she couldn't help but text the hot blonde how she was feeling. She just had to, no matter if it would make her horny or not. Her plans had quickly taken a big turn when Alex, her bodyguard, had delivered a package to her, a package she hadn't expected to receive, but once she read the name on it, her stomach fluttered and a new gush of sweet wetness reached her panties. The Latina had opened the package carefully, but what she had seen in there made her both aroused and pissed. In the package was a school girl outfit that would expose her body to the blonde woman, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. That was not what she had expected role play to look like. She quickly pulled out her phone and texted the escort, well, maybe she shouldn't call her that anymore. She was her dom now.

Arizona, no. I am not putting that on. - C

Oh no, look at you being a slut again. Yes, you are, you wouldn't want to disappoint me, now would you? - A

No, mistress, but it's way too short. - C

Nothing's too short for you. Your beautiful ass will be shown, and trust me, there will be lots of spanking tonight for your bad behavior. I can't believe you just tried to test me again. - A

Callie moaned out loud, squeezing her legs together as another rush of arousal went through her.

I'm sorry. I don't want to disappoint you, ma'am. - C

Oh no, you're not getting out of this. I'm already on my way to you and I won't go easy on you just because you said 'sorry'. - A

I'll do anything to make you see just how sorry I am. I can suck your cock if that's what you want. - C

You'll be doing that anyway. I'll see you soon. - A

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