Forgive Me, Katherine

Chapter 11: The Agreement

After entering the room, Callie just stood there taking in the scenery. Her eyes scanned the room all around; from the bathroom, to the small kitchen area, and to the bedding area. "Two beds," she said her eyes filled with curiosity.

"I didn't want you getting the wrong idea," I said pondering over my words with caution, "I didn't intend to sleep with you tonight, Callie."

"Why are we here then, Stefan? You're not just keeping me here for cool and calm conversation, did you?" She sat on the bed, the look of skepticism never leaving her face. "I know I come off as promiscuous, but I do want to get to know you for the real you. This is a new place to me, a place I have to call home, I'm not here to stir up and tear up a marriage."

I seated myself beside her taking one of her hands into mine, "You aren't stirring up anything, I'm here on my own account. I'm here willingly, and it's innocent Callie. Nothing's happened, let's see where the night takes us. Can we do that?"

She shook her head reassuringly, "Is there anything about you that's off limits, anything you don't want to talk about?"

"I'm a straight forward person," I loosened the tie around my neck, "I've been with my wife for a total of two and a half years if you include the time we spent dating, she's a wonderful person and I love her. We lost sight of our flame; everything was perfect in the beginning, but when we transitioned ourselves back into our normal lives we drifted apart."

"Are you sure you love her?" She asked curiously, "You're in a hotel with another woman, a woman you hardly know. I didn't know at first that you were a married man when I took interest in you in the bar over that love-drunk bartender."

"His name's Jeremy," I let out a slight chuckle, "He was the one sending the daggers in your direction that night, not I. I was accompanied with some co-workers of mine, Jeremy leaned on my shoulder that night. Rightfully so, I was his wingman that night."

"You didn't wing him in the right direction," she removed my hand from where it was resting within her palm, "Otherwise it would be he who was sitting right beside me in this hotel room. Jeremy isn't my type, bartender isn't my type. I love a man in uniform and suit." Seductively she ran her hand down my tie, tugging it lightly as she reached the bottom, "How about we forget that wife of yours tonight? Let me give you what you've been wanting since the night we met."

I bit and tugged at the sides of my inner cheek trying to avoid the heated temptation, "Sounds like your cockiness has returned with rage, Callie. What makes you think I've been wanting something from you? I could have any woman in all of Seattle."

Her face turned pitiful, "But you decided to sign your name away to a woman that doesn't take care of you." She crawled her way onto the bed and was behind me, her hands rubbing their way up and down my back. She dug her hands deep into my shoulder blades, seemingly removing all of the negative tension that was warping it's way throughout my body. Her warm breath hugged my ear as she whispered, "She doesn't have to know, nobody has to know. This could be our little secret, let me take care of you." Her tongue lightly raked the side of my ear, her lips planting a wet and small kiss on my cheek.

"Nobody can know," I pulled her from behind me, positioning her into my lap to face me caressing her cheeks into my hands. "Katherine could never find out about the two of us, this shouldn't be happening. But my fuck, Callie, I can't resist you," hurriedly I brought her face to mine.

Despite her begging, she wasn't reluctantly giving herself to me all that quickly. "Stefan," she pulled herself away gasping for those first few breaths of air, "I want this. I hate the circumstances, but I want this. You want this, but we can't rush into this. What if your wife does find out about us? We can't sneak around meeting at Pubs or going out to dinner. How are we going to pull this off? This is dangerous."

"Callie, please," I sighed, "I don't want to think about that. I don't want to think about my wife when I'm trying to enjoy my time with you." I took her from my lap, and allowed for her to seat herself right beside me once more. I stroked the back of her hands with mine, "I care about you enough to ensure nothing's going to happen to you, I'm not crazy or naïve. We're not going to be public, we can't be. We also have to agree that neither of us will catch feelings, if we're doing this I want to keep it casual. I could never be exclusive with you, and you mustn't ever assume I'd leave my wife for you either. I want this to be fun, just play. No strings attached."

"Would you be sleeping with your wife while you're sleeping with me as well?" She stared at the floor depressingly, afraid of the next words that would escape from my mouth.

"I'm asking you to not devote yourself to me, because I cannot devote myself to you. I want this, but I love my wife. I will still sleep with my wife if that's what I choose to do. I'm not asking for you to only be sleeping with me, but if there's another man I do want to know about it. I deserve to know about it."

"So," she began, "No strings attached, we continue our lives as normal. This is just straight fun to you and games, you go home to your wife and I just go to whoever if there's anyone?"

"Now you're catching on. Are you in? There's no legal binding contract, all I need is your verbal solitude. Give me that, and we can get on with everything," I peered into her eyes that were now met with mine, the temptation and suspense building between the both of us.

She shook her head in agreement and before I knew it she was laying on the bed allowing for me to kiss every single inch of her. My tongue ran a trail from her neck to her lightly revealed cleavage. I brought my hand to the top of her dress, bringing it down enough to reveal her breasts, "Fuck, girl what are you doing to me?" Nibbling her nipples, the moans escaping from my mouth caused for her breathing to become unsteady. I felt her hands rustling with my hair giving it a light tug, causing for me to lightly moan. I brought myself back up to her mouth, her tongue licking her lips seductively, "Open them legs, I'd hate to have to rip that pretty little dress of yours."

I pondered over her watching as she gently opened her legs. "Please be gentle," she watched me as I licked my fingers and tracing my hand up her upper thigh.

Her legs were already shaking despite me barely having touched her. "Calm down," I said lightly, bringing my body down back to her and kissing her lips, "I'm not going to hurt you." Gently, I slid myself into her immediately moaning from the tightness, "Fuck, baby." I watched as her eyes began to roll to the back of her head, "Do you want me to stop?"

She brought her head back up to mine regaining herself, "If it were up to me, you'd never be stopping." She brought her lips back to mine, not wanting to release from the passionate kissing.

I couldn't tell who was enjoying everything more, myself or her. Callie knew her way around the bedroom, something I wasn't used to when it came to sex. I was always used to picking the positions, picking how rough or how gentle it would be. Callie introduced me to another side of myself, the beast that had been locked within a cage. A beast I didn't know existed, a beast I was almost too terrified to unleash. Every time I would hear Callie beg for me to thrust 'harder' or to thrust 'faster', when she would bring my hand to the back of her head begging for me to pull her hair, and the way she would move her body in and out of me when our bodies danced in different positions. It was different with Callie, more lustful and more passionate.

The water trickled down my face, droplets splashing into the sink and washing away any hint of guilt and shame. I peered over my shoulder and noticed her laying there, her blonde hair sticking to her shoulders and her skin glistening from perspiration. She, however, laying beside me tonight wasn't my wife. She wasn't the woman I had vowed my life to, she was a mistress. I asked for forgiveness in the mirror that night, I begged for the heavens to forgive me for the things that I had done. The things I wanted to do again, and again.