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  Callie's Gift

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  Kallista Dane

  ©2013 by Blushing Books® and Kallista Dane

  Copyright © 2013 by Blushing Books® and Kallista Dane

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  Dane, Kallista

  Callie's Gift

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-3914

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

  Table of Contents:

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

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  Chapter 1

  Callie squeezed by booth 11, narrowly avoiding the grubby hand that reached out to grab her as she balanced a tray of drinks on one hip.

  “You are just too cute,” she said, smiling down at him. “Some day you’re going to be a real heart-breaker.”

  The toddler grinned at her and cheerfully dug into his mashed potatoes and gravy with the other hand, mashing the food around on the tray of his high chair. Mom was busy settling an argument between his two older sisters over whose turn it was to sit in the front seat next and barely looked up as Callie delivered a fresh iced tea.

  “That was a close one.” Callie breathed a sigh of relief as she headed back to the kitchen to get another order. The child had almost touched her bare hand. “This job may be exhausting and the pay isn’t much, but tips are good. I’ve got to hang in here for a couple of weeks longer, just till I can save up enough to pay for that new transmission.”

  Business was brisk tonight and Callie hustled from table to table. She’d learned that roadside diners were a great place to pick up some cash. Staff turnover was usually high and an attractive young girl who refilled endless cups of coffee with a smile and a kind word could always find a job filling in somewhere during the busy tourist season.

  She felt a blast of warm air behind her as the door opened and turned to see a pair of tight jeans and a dusty brown leather jacket head for table 3 by the window. Callie grabbed a menu and made her way down the aisle.

  “Hi there,” she said, setting the menu and silverware roll in front of him. “Welcome to Danny’s Diner. Can I get you a nice cold drink?”

  The stranger looked up and Callie felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her as his dark eyes met hers. For a moment she saw him dressed in an expensive suit, leaning back in a leather chair at the head of the mahogany table in a crowded conference room. Callie blinked, and as he smiled back at her the image faded. Now she was facing a hot hunk with wavy dark hair and two days growth of beard, wearing a Rolling Stones t-shirt under the worn biker jacket.

  “You can start with a big glass of water and keep ‘em coming.” His voice was low and husky. “Kinda hot out there for this early in the season, isn’t it?”

  “I’m not from around here, so I really don’t know.” Callie hardly knew what she was saying. She was still shocked by how clear this vision had been. Normally she had to be in physical contact with people to read them but with this stranger, just looking into his eyes triggered an image with incredible detail. Callie could even describe the view she’d glimpsed out the window of the boardroom behind him. A steep hill filled with a rainbow of Victorian “painted ladies” leading down to a bay with the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.

  She shook her head and put on her pleasant “customer” smile. “I’ll be right back with that water and then I’ll tell you about today’s specials.”

  “I’ve got to pull myself together.” Callie headed for the waitress station, still shaking a little inside. As the old saying goes, her ability was both a blessing and a curse. She shied away from getting too close to anyone. Casually brushing against an elderly lady on a crowded street could send her spinning into a hospital room, hearing the desperate prayers a devoted husband would be whispering next week. But she had never had a vision about someone right in front of her without some form of skin contact. That’s why Callie always looked so demure – long sleeves buttoned to the wrist no matter what the weather was like. Yet under the long sleeves and black work pants was a lush body longing for the kind of soft caresses other young women took for granted.

  Callie knew that one more “incident” would cost her this job. And she had to get the car fixed and be in Waynesville soon. Whatever was to going to happen, it would be while the peach trees were still in bloom. Callie didn’t question these other visions any more. She had seen them become reality on the evening news too many times by now. She just knew those were peach blossoms on the trees behind the old farmhouse she saw – the farmhouse in Waynesville where a little girl with curly blonde hair was being dragged down into the root cellar, screaming for her mommy.

  Trent watched her head back to his table, struggling to regain his composure. He’d never experienced anything like this before. Staring into those deep brown eyes of hers, he’d felt an instant connection – straight to his cock.

  “Down, boy,” he said to the bulge in his suddenly too-tight jeans. His sex life had been almost nonexistent for months. There was no time for a relationship when every waking moment was spent negotiating the details of the sale of Virtual Voyages.

  Before that, he’d been just another computer nerd, days blending into nights as he sat in front of the keyboard alone, creating the concept for the popular video games that blended virtual reality with extreme sports. Now he had enough money to experience all the expensive hobbies his characters enjoyed – sports a boy raised by a cash-strapped single mom could never afford. Yesterday, he finished helping Mom move into a gorgeous condo in Boca and drove off in a brand-new Harley that now sat outside the diner. Both were thanks to years of living like a monk in a cramped studio apartment in San Francisco while he worked to secure a future for himself and the woman who had given up so much for him. Trent was finally free to begin living the kind of adventure-filled life he’d been creating in his head for his characters since he was a kid.

  Callie came back with a glass of ice water. As she set it down in front of him, Trent reached for it. Their hands touched and Callie gasped, the glass dropping from her fingers and shattering on the tile floor.

  As the icy water splashed over her, she was suddenly standing under a waterfall that cascaded over an outcropping of moss-covered rocks. Her nipples were hard. But Callie didn’t know whether it was from the chilly torrent of water pouring over her or the big hands of this naked man in front of her, stroking her breasts and then bending his head to lick where he touched.

  Danny’s harsh voice shattered her vision and brought her spinning back to the diner. “How many more of my customers are you going to drive away with your daydreaming and carelessness?”

  “I’m sorry, Mister,” Danny growled, striding out from the kitchen. “She does thi
s all the time. Did the glass cut you? Dinner is on me – and you’re outta here,” he said, turning to Callie. “I can’t afford to keep paying for dinners and dry cleaning every time you zone out into your own little world.”

  Callie didn’t blame him. Ever since Daddy passed away, she had tried to hold down a succession of jobs. But the visions she’d seen since she was a little girl were uncontrollable – and so very real. Each time Callie was transported far away and her current world ceased to exist for a few moments. Often the scenes played out before her were gut-wrenching. Once it was over, she was left shaking, her head pounding uncontrollably.

  Callie’s grandmother had been born with the gift, too. But Granmere lived a quiet life back in the bayou. She could take to her bed after one of her “spells”. When Callie was a child, Granmere’s patient teaching and comforting presence helped her cope with the problems these unusual abilities created. But Granmere had been gone for over ten years. Now, with satellite TV available even in the most remote corner of the bayou, technology brought home the grim reality of her psychic visions. Too often, Callie watched helplessly as her nightmares were played out before her eyes over and over on the cable news stations at 3 AM.

  While Daddy was alive, Callie lived like Granmere had – taking care of the two of them in a small cabin on a dirt road in the bayou. After her death, Callie took over Granmere’s role in the backwoods community. The local women came to her to learn the sex of their unborn child or for advice about a new boyfriend. Sometimes instead of advice, they got a warning about the new beau. Her best friend Lydia hadn’t listened to that warning. Callie still missed her every day.

  Then Daddy died too and left her his old Ford and a few thousand dollars he managed to squirrel away in a savings account. Callie promised herself that the next time she had a premonition, she was going to do something to save the victim. So far, she’d arrived in time to change the outcome for three people who owed her their lives… but they would never know it.

  But Daddy’s meager funds didn’t last long on the road, and Callie had been forced to take a few jobs along the way just to get by. Now the Ford was in Ernie’s hands at the service station up the road and the bill for repairs was going to chew up every dime she had left.

  Callie turned away, fear clenching in her stomach. There weren’t any other jobs she could get to from her cheap weekly rental without transportation. “But my car isn’t ready,” she blurted out.

  Trent looked at her stricken face, and then turned to the burly owner. “There’s no need to fire her. It was just a glass of ice water – no harm done.”

  “Yeah, well, I warned her that if it happened again, she was through,” Danny replied. “Last time she dropped a whole dinner in somebody’s lap. Afterwards, she walks around all pale looking like she’s gonna faint and scaring everybody else. I can’t afford to get sued if she drops a pot of hot coffee on somebody’s head when she’s having one of her spells.”

  For as long as he lived, Trent would never understand what drove him to speak the next words. There was something about her that felt so familiar. Stretching out his hand, he turned to Callie and said, “If you’re out of here, so am I. Can I offer you a ride somewhere? I’m heading through the Nantahala Gorge to Waynesville.”

  Callie reached for the stranger’s hand. As they touched again, she found herself sprinting into a clearing deep in the woods. The stranger stepped out from behind a clump of trees and grabbed her in a tight embrace. Then he dragged her over to a fallen log, sank down and pulled her roughly across his lap. He yanked down her jeans and panties, exposing her bare ass. One strong hand was across her back holding her securely in place. With the other hand, he was spanking her soundly, all the while lecturing her that she was never to rush recklessly into danger again.

  Chapter 2

  Callie walked out of the diner in a daze, gripping the hand of this stranger... the hand that she had just seen firmly paddling her behind. Callie was blushing. No man had ever seen any part of her without clothes on, even in her visions. As he led her toward the gleaming Harley out front, she suddenly came to her senses.

  “Wait! I can’t just ride away with you. I have to get my purse, pack my things, make arrangements to get my car. This is a motorcycle. I don’t have a helmet,” she babbled, stopping dead in the parking lot. “Besides, I don’t even know your name.”

  “My name is Trent. Trent Holden. And your name is Callie. It’s right there on your name tag,” he pointed out gently, seeing the shocked look on her face.

  She breathed a sigh of relief. For a fleeting moment, Callie thought this stranger had the gift, too.

  “Yes, I’m Callie… Callie LeBeau.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Callie LeBeau,” he replied formally, giving a little shake to the hand he still held. “Now we’ve been introduced. As for the rest, I’ll come back in the diner with you while you gather your things. Then you can direct me to where you’re staying and we’ll see about making arrangements for your car. As for the helmet, well, I bought myself a new one today. I shoved the old helmet in one of these handy storage compartment - just in case I ran into a beautiful damsel in distress who needed a ride somewhere,” he finished, flashing her that disarming smile again.

  Callie knew instinctively that she had nothing to fear from this stranger. But every time he looked into her eyes, she felt something deep inside tighten up. It wasn’t her stomach. This was more of a throbbing sensation rather than the gut-clenching anxiety she was used to feeling. It was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Callie suddenly flushed with embarrassment, hoping the stranger didn’t have any psychic ability. The throbbing was now between her legs and erotic images of the two of them together in all kinds of positions flooded into her mind.

  Trent felt her trying to pull her hand away and tightened his grip a little. He was determined not to let this woman out of his sight. “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he told himself. “I’ve had gorgeous women throw themselves at me when they found out how much money I have now. I don’t need to pick up a homeless waif. But there’s something about her.”

  They headed for the Harley and Callie gingerly climbed on, trying hard not to get too close. But it was impossible to keep her balance without molding her body to his as the bike accelerated. Callie had dated a few boys back home. Usually after a couple of dates, the young men backed off, intimidated by her gift. But although she had never had sex with a man, she’d seen plenty of X-rated scenes played out when she did readings for other people. Now instead of watching strangers in her mind, Callie was seeing herself as the star…and they were no longer just visions. Callie swore she could feel this man’s touch everywhere on her body. And her body was responding.

  She was lying naked, legs spread wide apart, on a worn patchwork quilt in a rough-hewn log cabin. Only the fire crackling in a huge fieldstone fireplace across the room provided light. This stranger knelt in front of her. She could see the muscles in his bare chest move beneath his skin as he shifted his weight and leaned forward on one hand. His other hand was sensuously stroking all the way up her bare leg, while subtly spreading her wider. He lifted his head, looked into her eyes, and smiled – then followed the hand with his hot mouth.

  They headed back down the twisting mountain road for a couple of miles to an old-fashioned motel with individual cabins set among the pines. She insisted he wait outside while she went in and gathered up her things. Next it was off to Ernie’s Repair Shop. Callie explained that she’d be out of town for a few days and asked Ernie to call her as soon as the truck was ready.

  Once they were finally under way, Trent opened up the throttle. Callie gasped and grabbed him tight, forgetting all about keeping distance between them. She didn’t have to reach down between his legs to know that Trent was responding to her body too. She could clearly see the image that was filling his mind.

  The vision returned. They were back in the log cabin Callie had seen earlier, sprawled on a bed against the back wal
l this time. The old quilt lay crumpled in front of the fireplace in the next room. Trent was propped up on a mound of pillows, hands behind his head, and this time he was the one who was completely naked. Callie could feel him struggling to stay in control, lying still and watching as she slowly slid her hands down his chest. His cock was rigid.

  She knelt between his legs, bending forward so that her long hair trailed a path down his body. He groaned as she followed her hands with her hot tongue, licking and gently biting her way down, coming closer to the thick shaft. Callie looked straight into his eyes as her hands moved between his legs. She circled the base of his cock with one soft hand and stroked up, bringing the head to her lips…

  They sped down the narrow two-lane road through the Gorge. The Nantahala River twisted and turned through the mountains and the road followed its course, occasionally crossing over the river. This late in the day all the white water rafters were off the river and traffic was light. Spring wildflowers bloomed here and there on the riverbank. On the right, a rough wall of rock rose as high as she could see along the side of the road. Bright green patches of moss clung to the sheer surface, fed by mountain springs that flowed from the crevices, creating miniature waterfalls. It was hard for Callie to believe that pure evil could coexist here in the mountains with so much beauty. But evil was what she felt surging over her in waves every time her mind clicked on the one vision that drove her - the vision of that helpless little girl.

  They reached Bryson City at dusk and Trent pulled up to stop at a newly built motel. Callie breathed a sigh of relief. The old log cabin from her visions was nowhere in sight.

  Trent pulled off his helmet. “I’ll see if they have a couple of rooms for the night,” he told her. “Then we can settle in and decide what the heck we’re going to do next!” Laughing, he turned away, heading for the office, but not before he saw the look of relief on Callie’s face.