Page 5 of Jacked and Jaded

“Good girl. You ready to come?” His voice was strained from holding back his own release until she found hers.

“Yes. Yes. Right there.”

“Open your eyes!” he commanded the moment her orgasm hit her. To her utter horror, Bruce was standing on the other side of the island, jacking himself off while he watched them having sex. As she continued to watch, he came in his hand, most of it hitting the top of the island. Her stomach lurched and she thought she might be sick.

“Fuck, yeah.” Clint groaned. She could feel him shudder behind her, the last of his orgasm playing out. She knew in that moment, Clint had known all along that Bruce was standing there watching them. That’s why he told her to keep her eyes closed. She also knew that was why at the precise moment that they were all coming, he told her to open her eyes. That bastard!

As soon as Clint pulled out, she straightened, pulling her gown up to cover the breast Clint had exposed. Spinning quickly, she had to ask, “What the hell, Clint? What kind of sick game are you playing?”

He reached out and grabbed her roughly by the throat, squeezing enough to scare her. Her hands went up to try to pull his hand off her neck, but it was useless, he was too strong. “Go to our room. I’ll be there in a minute,” he growled through clenched teeth.

Tears instantly filled her eyes, partly from the pain he inflicted to her neck, but mostly from her complete humiliation. As soon as he released her, she took off, running up the stairs to their room. She slammed the door behind her before dropping to sit on the bed. She dropped her head to her hands and buried her face, letting her tears fall.

Clint stormed into the bedroom, the door bouncing off the wall. She looked behind him to see if his friend had followed him up. She wouldn’t put it past him in this moment to try and bring Bruce to their bed. “Don’t worry. Bruce left.” He stopped when they were toe to toe and she was looking up at him. “How could you embarrass me like that in front of my friend?”

Calliope was surprised a second time that night when Clint reared back and backhanded her so fast, she had no time to brace for it. She fell to the side, her hair covering her face. She cupped her burning cheek and slowly stood. Glaring at him, she let him see exactly how pissed off she was.

“Embarrassed you?” She laughed. “You humiliated me. Why would you allow another man to watch us have sex and jack himself off while we did?”

“Be glad I only let him watch. He was wanting you to suck him off while I fucked you.” He started to turn, done with the discussion.

“What?!” she screeched, the pain in her cheek momentarily forgotten. “You were going to have me suck off that man? A total stranger?” She pointed toward the open door.

He shrugged his shoulder like it was no big deal, a look of complete boredom on his face.

“Well, let me tell you something, you asshole. I will never be shared with another man!”

Clint moved faster than Calliope thought he could. He backhanded her again, knocking her to the floor. Towering over her, he shouted down at her, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. “You will do whatever I tell you to do, you stupid cunt!”

Calliope was so stunned, she couldn’t move or even think for a moment. What the hell just happened? Once the initial shock of being hit a second time registered, she cupped her throbbing cheek and allowed the tears to fall. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that Clint hit her and called her a cunt. It was like she didn’t even know who this man was right now.

For several long minutes the only sounds in their bedroom were of her crying and his heavy breathing.

“Calliope? Baby?” Clint squatted down next to her, gently trying to brush her hair off her face, only for her to swat his hand away. He stopped and waited for her to straighten herself to a sitting position. He shot to his feet when he got a good look at her face. “Fuck! Did I do that?” He clasped his hands on top of his head and paced the room. “I can’t believe I did that. I’m so sorry, Calliope. Please forgive me.”

She didn’t immediately forgive him. She was too angry and hurt, both physically and mentally. When she continued to ignore him and withhold her forgiveness, he’d left and went to a hotel to give her some space, saying he’d be back in the morning.

That time her injuries included a fat lip, a bruised and swollen cheekbone and her nose bled a little.

The next morning he showed up with flowers and breakfast from her favorite restaurant. He was contrite and sincere in his apology. He explained he’d had too much to drink and had popped a pill Bruce gave him. He blamed the combination of too much booze and drugs for his behavior.

She told him if he ever laid a hand on her again, she would leave him.

She shook her head at her stupidity back then. Spotting her turn off, she flipped her blinker and exited the highway. She breathed easier as she drove through the streets of Redemption. Knowing she was close to home, she could feel the tightness in her neck and shoulders slowly releasing.

That incident with Bruce wasn’t the last time he hurt Calliope. He hadn’t hit her like that again since that night, but he had other ways to punish her “bad behavior.” He’d twisted her arm a few times, shoved her into the wall and had forced her to have sex whether she was willing or ready a couple of times. Each incident by itself, she could find a way to overlook, but putting them all together, she realized it painted a picture that would end with her being badly injured. Warning bells were going off and she was finally going to listen.

Calliope smiled as she turned down her mom’s street. While she was here she was going to feel her out and see how she felt about her moving home. She didn’t think her mom would mind, but she also had to take into consideration that her mom now had a boyfriend who liked to stay over.

Pulling into the drive, a smile split her face as her mom raced through the yard to get to her. “Calliope!” Her mom almost tackled her, she was so excited to see her.

Calliope closed her eyes and squeezed her mom back. God, it felt so good to be home. She mentally chastised herself for staying away so long this time. She’d missed her mom more than she realized. Sometime before she left, she was going to find time to have to talk to her mom about moving home. It was time.

“Love you, baby girl.”

“Love you, too, Mom.” Calliope’s voice got choked up and she had to fight back tears. Yeah. It was time to leave Clint and come home.

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