Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…

Prompt: I'm combining a couple prompts in this one-shot. 1) Have one of them in charge, when to come, how to come, touch themselves. Things like that. 2) Jealous, angry sex. 3) Strap-on steam. 4) Dirty talk and tied up.

AN: If you didn't get it from the series of prompts, I will tell you here. This is heavy heavy smut. NSFW! I repeat, Not Safe For Work. …Or anywhere outside a bedroom probably. Also, trying something a little bit different with this one, hopefully it works.

Mine

Callie's POV

Tonight was supposed to be about relaxing and getting out of the hospital, out of the apartment. Sofia is having a sleepover with Zola meaning you and her are free for the evening. When she asked you earlier if you wanted to grab a drink at Joe's, you readily agreed. Why wouldn't you? Getting out of the hospital and kicking back at the local watering hole sounds like the perfect way to unwind, right? Especially when a tipsy and giddy Arizona means a happy and handsy Arizona. What's not to love about that?

But you forgot that Joe's was once her bar of choice for dates. How could you forget making a fool of yourself while rambling about life experiences, Botswana and Chicken Picatta? And how could you forget that it was in that same bar that a complete stranger walked into the bathroom and kissed you? Oh yes, she definitely has a thing for Joe's bar.

You watch her from afar, laughing and chatting with a pretty, young brunette while they wait for their drinks. It seems innocent enough to any bystander, but you know better. Because you know what that hair flip means, and you know what the cute little shoulder shrug leads to. The way she casually leans against the bar, her perfectly shaped ass filling out those jeans in a way that should be illegal, it's all planned. And when a blue eyes peeks over her shoulder, you know she wants you to see. She gets off on it, knowing that you are watching, but she's playing vicious game because you are not one to be messed with.

Which is why she seems on edge when you lock the deadbolt to your apartment. She knows she's been a bad girl, and she knows she needs to be punished. The anticipation is already making her center quiver but you aren't about to let her off easy. No.

"Bedroom." You say evenly. You don't raise your voice, you don't have to. She'll listen.

She does as she is told and goes straight to the bedroom. She sits at the edge of the bed, pretending to be this innocent little thing when you know she is anything but. You know she hates waiting, so you make her wait. She deserves it.

With the bedroom door closed, you take a seat on the couch directly facing the room where you know she is waiting and listening. You unbutton and unzip your jeans and slide a hand beneath the material, finding slickness and heat. You start to rub at your arousal, moaning and moving against yourself as you picture her flirting, her laughing, her teasing you. You don't care that you're not quiet; you don't care that she can hear you slowly fucking yourself. She deserves to suffer for what she did to you tonight, and suffer she will.

It doesn't take long for you come, and you do so loudly. You needed it because you couldn't have your own desire get in the way while you punish her. That would only serve to please her, and tonight is not about pleasing her.

You wipe yourself clean and then enter the bedroom to find her sitting right where she belongs. Fire rages in her dark blue eyes and you know she heard every whimper, every moan, every grunt of pleasure you just had. You reach out and cup her face, ensuring your scent stained fingers run beneath her nose, and stare into her face. She can see it, the darkness lurking in your mind, and she wants it.

You take a step back and command her, "Clothes."

She stands and quickly rids herself of everything, leaving her completely bare to your gaze. She has the audacity to meet your eyes. Yes, she's always been a fiery one.

"Bed. Face down, on your knees." You tell her, and she complies.

Her firm ass sticks straight up into the air while her vision is obstructed by the mattress. You raise a hand and bring it down on a milky cheek, and she yelps in pain.

"You brought this on yourself." You tell her. You can see the beginning trickle of her juices starting to form at her lips, and you know she is dying for it.

You leaving her there, whimpering for more, for something, and you reach for your drawer of tools. You hesitate for a second, trying to decide which one to use, but when you remember how shamelessly she flirted tonight, you pick the bigger one.

You pull a chair to the foot of the bed and sit in it, then just stare at her glistening ass. A red hand print is now visible on her ivory buttock and you slowly stroke yourself at the sight.

"Get up." You tell her, and she turns to find you waiting. "Come here." You command, and she does. Standing right in front of you, her gaze locked on the large member sticking out from your center, she waits.

"Sit." You tell her. She straddles your lap and slowly lowers herself. When you penetrate her, she gasps but quickly bites her lip. "Don't." You tell her. She tormented you all night and now you are going to hear every sound she has to make.

She lowers herself a couple inches and you stop her from going anymore. She whines and whimpers, wanting more, but you don't give it to her. She starts to ride, up and down, slowly. Painfully slow. She wants more, she needs more. All you are doing is torturing her. And you love it. This is her punishment and she will be punished until you say it's enough.

Your eyes are glued to her face, loving the mix of ecstasy and anguish plastered there. "You think you can just flirt with someone and get away with it?" You ask her and she knows better than to answer. "You think I'm just going to sit by and watch? You think that you won't get punished for it?" You slam the rest of the length into her as she's coming down and a wail slips from her pink lips. "You're gonna get punished."

"Off." You command her the next second. She hesitates for a second, and you can see her think about fucking herself against you, but with a sharp smack to her ass all defiance fades." You slide out of her with a pop and she stands before you with weak knees. Her arousal is now running down her legs and coating your length.

"Bed." You tell her, and point to the head of the mattress. She crawls up it and rests her head on a pillow, just waiting for your next instruction.

You pull a black, silk handkerchief from your drawer and tie it around her eyes. She doesn't get the pleasure of seeing you fuck her, it turns her on too much. This is not about her pleasure.

"Say the safe word." You tell her.

"Poundcake." She mutters breathlessly.

"Say it again."

"Poundcake."

"Again." You command.

"Poundcake." She says for the third time, only then are you sure it's safe to proceed.

You pull the black silk ties from between the edge of the mattress and the wall, and bind her hands above her head. Two straps from the sides are uncovered next and you tie her legs apart so she is completely exposed to you. Just as she should be. She's yours and she knows it. She was testing your patience tonight, flirting with someone else. Now you must reminder her who she belongs to.

"You know you deserve this." You tell her, standing at the foot of the bed while stroking yourself, her juices still clinging to your length. "You know you've been a bad girl, don't you?" She whimpers in response but doesn't speak. "You know how this works. You don't come unless I tell you to. You don't move unless I tell you to. And you don't touch me unless I tell you." Her legs pull against her restraints as she fights to find some friction or pressure, but it's fruitless. The only source of relief she will get is from you, and you will decide when to give it.

You take your time, running your finger nails over her flushed and trembling legs. You move ever closer to her hooded member but then continue on your way, leaving her gasping and moaning in contest. Her eyes can't see you as when your hand suddenly wraps around her delicate throat she flinches.

"You wanted this to happened, didn't you?" You growl, and when she bites her bottom lip that is all the answer you need. You plunge into her molten depths in one thrust, her arms and legs straining against her restraints in protest. A strangled cry spills out of her and you wait. You wait until she relaxes, and you watch.

Her breathing evens out and you start to fuck her. Shallow thrusts at first, but then you slide your entire length in and out of her just slow enough to make her beg for more. "You think you can flirt with some other woman? Huh? You think I'd just sit back at watch? Fuck… No. No, you're mine. You hear me? You're mine." She whimpers as your words fill her just as fully as your length and you can see her orgasm approaching. You still within her and she fights to move, to keep that peak coming but her restraints keep her immobilized.

"That's right." You groan, your breathing ragged from exertion and desire. "I make you feel good. I fuck you. You get off because of me. This-" You thrust into her sharply, "-is mine. Do you hear me? You. Are. Mine." You thrust into her on each word then claim her parted lips with yours. She takes what you give her, and begs for more. Her teeth nip at your lips, trying to cause you pain like you've caused her, but you just chuckle. The sting in your bottom lip is a small price you will gladly pay for having the sight you have below you.

You fuck her until you are sure any image of that woman from the bar is wiped from her mind. You are the only thing she feels. You are the only thing she tastes. And you are the only thing she wants. You fuck her until you tell her to come, and she comes shattering around your length, her walls clenching and quivering with such force that you are stuck within her. You slowly rock back and forth within her as she recovers.

You free her from her restraints and pull the blindfold off, revealing a completely spent and sated blonde. Her smile is weak and sloppy, and teeth marks litter the flesh of her neck and collarbones, but you know she wouldn't have it any other way.

You slip out of the harness and toss it to the side while she continues to recover, but you don't give her a lot of time. She may have lasted through her punishment, but you're not done with her. Not yet. Your own need has returned and now you are going to use her to get off.

You rest one of her legs on your strong shoulder and position yourself so that your slick center is touching her sensitive slit. She has barely caught her breath when she gasps from the contact at you rubbing against her.

"Tell me who you belong to." You command her.

"You." She replies breathlessly.

"Louder." You growl, your hips moving harder and harder against hers.

"You! Fuck, you. I belong to you." She cries, her body still convulsing from her previous orgasm while also coiling up for the next. You moans and arousal and breathing mixes with hers until the room is filled with nothing but sex. The smell of it, the taste of it, the sound of it. …And you love it.

Your tongue forces its way into her mouth, claiming her as your peak hits. Warmth and pleasure washes over you and you watch through strained eyes as she comes with you. Her fingernails dig into your scalp as her hips buck wildly against yours, sending both of you into sharp aftershocks of pleasure.

And when it stops, you collapse on top of her, your pounding heart thumping wildly against her chest. For once a flicker of doubt hits you. You might have gone too far. You might have gotten too rough. Did you hurt her?

You look up her sweaty and heaving chest to find her soft, blue eyes staring down at you. Her bruised lips seek yours and you willingly share a slow and languid kiss. She peaceful, and content. This is what she wanted when she asked you out tonight, this is what she wanted when she was flirting at the bar. You know that this is exactly what she wanted, and she loves you for giving it to her.

"You're mine." You whisper.

And she smiles. "I'm yours."