I blinked, shocked out of the thin veil of lust over my eyes, and grabbed my phone, smiling apologetically at the beautiful woman.

She raised an eyebrow and hummed, watching me. I pressed accept, and held the phone to my ear. "Yellow?" I questioned.

"Hey, Kat. You called me last night, I was wondering if you still needed to talk?" Detective Callahan was on the line.

"Oh! No, sorry. I was really drunk last night, I must've called some random number, sorry uncle Olli!" I apologized.

"Sigh... alright, kiddo. Don't do anything stupid. I'd hate to have to throw you in the Drying-out cells." He warned.

"Aye aye, captain Callahan!" I giggled.

"Brat. Hey, was Jack with you when you went drinking? I haven't seen he-... him. I haven't seen him since yesterday morning." He corrected himself, sighing.

"It's no problem. Ahhh... no, I think I dropped him off at home before the bar. I remember walking home with him, but I was too drunk to remember anything else. You know when you wake up with someone in your bed? Yeah. That drunk." I chuckled.

"Okay, yeah. I don't want to know. Remember. I'm Your uncle. I don't want to know. Okay? Need to know only. Well, if you see him, just give me a shout. Bye, luv ya doll."

"Luv ya. Now go be a bad cop." I smirked.

"Brat." He hung up.

I threw my phone onto the end table and turned to the woman... Nicolette, was it? "Sorry about that. Now... where were we? Ah! I remember!" I smiled and drew my shirt off, climbing back into the taller woman's lap, and kissed her collarbone.

She giggled and started running long nails down my back as I went a little south and started teasing her breasts.

Just the feeling of her hands on my skin was again enough to make me lose control slightly. I decided to remove my boxers before they were permanently cum-stained, and ruined.

I slithered out of them, and she smirked, expanding her rubbing. My lips quivered on her skin when her hand drifted over my stomach, and down... her fingers gently touched between my legs, playing with my thighs, but not my snatch just yet.

I whimpered and kissed her lips, surprising her, and her fingers slipped, landing on my clit.

I froze as an orgasm started building even faster, and then relaxed as she giggled and slowly pushed a finger into me. She rolled us until I was pressed to the mattress, face down, and she was behind me, teasing me with that one, slender finger.

She spoke, and I could tell I was sopping wet from the sex in her voice. "Well well... little kitten knows how to submit? So perfect... here's you're reward, baby." She nibbled my neck, and added a finger.

I screamed in pleasure as her long, slender digits slid into me, her fingertips gently curling to tease my G-spot, which she found with professional ease, and then she ran her free hand down my wrists, confusing me.

I felt extra weight there for a moment, before her fingers distracted me even more, curling to catch the tightening ring of muscle just inside of me.

I screamed out in pleasure again, and she giggled, kissing my ear. "You're so adorable... mmm, and this bubble but is just waiting to be popped..." she gently spanked my ass, and I giggled with her.

"Ooh, stumbling onto my kinks already, baby? How much did you learn last night?" I teased, and pressed my ass back so I was against her waist, then wiggled slowly.

She gasped. "Not enough, apparently..." she nibbled my collarbone as she plunged her fingers back inside me, and I lost it, screaming and cumming on her hand. I squirted, making me blush at the splash on her thighs.

She moaned. "Ooh yes... my favorite kind of submissive..." she slowly slipped down and licked my slit, cleaning up my juices with a luxurious ease that told me she had all the time in the world.

I shivered and relaxed, moaning in sated pleasure at her attentions.

She smirked, I could hear it in her voice. "And who said you could relax, baby girl? You haven't touched me..." she giggled and slowly slithered under me, laying on her back.

I smiled and kissed her sweetly, tasting myself on her lips. "Lo siento, amonte..." I whispered against her lips, and gasped sarcastically when my fingers found her wet slit. She was completely clean shaven, confusing me. I cocked an eyebrow. "Do you not like hair?" I asked, content to play with her for hours if it would give her the type of orgasm I'd been given.

She shook her head. "I prefer a clean pussy, actually... but yours is cute, don't worry." She kissed my nose, smiling.

I blushed and ducked my head into her chest. "Stop that..." I protested weakly, and slowly pushed my middle finger into her.

She moaned and tossed her head back, and I smiled, slowly teasing her. Long strokes in, quick strokes out, and repeat... she looked close to bursting when she finally had enough and growled at me.

"Oh? No growling, lovely, it ruins your beautiful smile." I kissed her slowly, copying her luxurious facade, and added a finger, distracting her.

She moaned and leaned back, the muscles in her stomach unclenching slowly. Then they clenched again as she came heavily, and screamed in pleasure. Her nails made long claw marks down my asscheeks as she gripped me too hard, but that just gave me even more pleasure in the moment.

I gently thrust my fingers, dipping down to lick her clit, prolonging her orgasm, and she eventually relaxed, high on the pleasure.

I giggled and sucked her juices off of my fingers, making her smile, then kissed her, sharing her taste. She moaned and rolled us so she was on top again. "You taste like pomegranates." I whispered in her ear, and nibbled on the lobe gently. As a sub, I didn't give pain to my master in any amount.

She smiled. "And you tastes like chocolate. A good, bitter chocolate. Not too sweet... perfect..." she replied, laying on me and relaxing.

I smiled. "You can't lay on me like this if we're going to sleep... you're way too tall for that. I'm only 5'4", babe." I sighed. It was already hard to breath.

She groaned in annoyance and rolled up so I was pressed into her impressive cleavage. "There. Better?" She grumbled.

I kissed one breast. "Mmmmmmm. Yes ma'am..."

She moaned tiredly. "Dammit... that makes me wanna screw your brains out... but you've tired me out. Good girl."

I blushed at the words, and hugged her tightly, afraid she'd notice my blush. And of course she did.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby girl." She whispered, and kissed me sweetly.

I hummed contentedly, snuggling with her like a kitten indeed, purring.

I darted up. "Ohmigod! What time is it?!? Ooh no!!!!!! I'm gonna be so fired..." I started dressing as she gazed at me with a mixture of surprise and serene admiration.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" She asked, snagging me into her lap.

"I work at a Vet Clinic, I can't be late!!! Oh no my puppies and Kittens need food and water and shots and playtime an-"

She laid a finger on my lips, halting the flow of words. "Calm yourself. What time do you need to be there?"

"08:00..."

She smirked. "It's 07:45."

I looked at her like she was stupid, and she raised a commanding eyebrow. "You realize it takes at least 30 minutes to walk to Brooklyn from here?" I asked her slowly.

She shrugged. "Let's take my bike."

I hummed. "That... might work. Okay... thanks." I smiled and kissed her nose. "Now please get dressed, or we'll get distracted again." I winked, and skipped out to collect my things.

I picked up my med bag, and hummed. There was a small splash of blood along the side. "Damn... did one of my surgeries get on my bag? Dammit, I've been walking around looking like a serial killer..." I chuckled and quickly scrubbed it with lemon juice, getting the blood off easily.

"Lemons... wish I'd've though of that. Nice trick." Nicolette chuckled.

"Always works, Nicolette." I smirked.

She winced. "Gods Above and Below, I hate that name. I should've just said it was Nicky or something."

"If you like I can just call you that." I shrugged, opening my door, ignoring her odd phrasing. A woman as hot as her was allowed to be weird.

She smiled and twirled the keys in her hand. "Thanks." I followed her down to the ground floor, taking the elevator this time. It was only the sixth floor, but I guess she didn't want to walk.

I gasped when I saw the bike she walked up to. "That's... beautiful!!!" I gently ran a knuckle down the gas tank, careful not to put any finger prints on the sleek red finish.

She smirked. "She is." She mounted the bike, and I slid on behind her, giggling. "Where to?" She asked.

I gave her the address of my work, and she nodded. "Hold on..." she grinned, and started the bike. It growled and then roared when she applied gas, and we shot off down the street.

I squealed in fear and clutched her as she wove between traffic, and several hundred close calls had me ducking my head into her shoulder and closing my eyes.

Not five minutes later, we screeched to a halt in front of my clinic. I had ten minutes until my shift started.

I slowly stood off the bike, and clutched her shoulder for support on my wobbling legs. "Whoa... that was... okay... thanks for the ride..." I sobered, and looked at her closely. Her smirk hadn't disappeared. "I'll see you again soon, won't I?" I asked, smiling.

She nodded. "When does your shift end?"

"8? I have a 12 hour shift." I nodded.

She hummed. "Damn... I get off around 10... I won't be able to get you a ride home. I'll see you in the morning, then." She grinned.

I blushed. "Oh... uhm... can I ask why? I mean, I get the ride today, but-"

"Unless you have an objection, baby girl... you're mine now." She pulled me to her, sitting sideways on her bike, and kissed me. "Okay?"

I nodded dumbly. "Yeah... okay... uhm...-"

A loud, deceptively deep voice interrupted my numb rambling. "Doc! Let's go! Your shift is starting, and we have a 390!" Linda yelled, and ran past us into the clinic.

"OH SHIT!" I kissed her one last time and ran after my assistant/nurse.

We entered the emergency room, and I changed into my smock quickly. I pulled on my gloves as the dog was rolled in, and breathed deep. "Let's do this right, Linda, Sam." I barely spared my ex a glance as we prepped the dog for surgery.

"We'll fix you up, big guy, don't worry." Linda cooed, petting his thick skull, and I started getting to work on the bullet wound in his left front shoulder.

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I sighed, sitting back. The dog was muzzled just in case, but seemed pretty docile once I'd growled at him and pulled the bullet out of him. The drugs might be helping too. He was in a large cage, none of our carriers being big enough for the beast.

He seemed to be a cross between a Newfoundland and a Rottweiler, and as such was as tall as my ribs, so maybe to Nicky's wist or a bit higher... he was almost seven feet long, bigger than a wild wolf.

A small voice in my head said 'well... most wolves...'

I blinked, confused, and shook my head. I gazed at his pretty green eyes, and smiled. I pet him gently. "You're just a big softy, aren't ya?" I giggled when he nuzzled my hand. I removed the muzzle, and tickled his chin, causing him to lick my hand until it dripped.

I made a face, and Linda laughed. "Ooh, not how you usually like your hand to drip, huh?" She winked.

"Shaddup ya straight bitch." I waved her off, flicking his slobber at her.

She yelped and dodged, and I cleaned off my hand with a towel we kept around just for that. I sternly looked at him. "No more slobbering, okay? I need my hands to be clean." He whined and muzzled my hand, and I smiled. "Such a good... boy..."

I gazed at my hand, shocked I hadn't noticed yet. There was a large leather bracelet on my wrist, like a dogs collar, only smaller, and a watch attached. A small piece of chain dangled from the end of it, and jangled softly when I shook it.

I cocked my head and looked at my other wrist, and saw nothing. "Huh..." I looked closer at it. 'What was this attached to?' I wondered slowly, jangling it again.

"Ooh! A gift from Jack?" Sammy giggled and hugged me from behind, scaring me.