Chapter One

As Kali conversed with Erik she noticed something. His torso was littered with faint scars. They were thin and looked like they'd been done by a knife. Kali became worried, the need to rub her own cuts under her sleeves growing in her. 

Kali set her now empty wine glass down and brushed her fingers over one of the scars. "What happened?" She immediately regretted doing so. She knew all too well the embarrassment of someone pointing out your scars.

It took Erik awhile to reply and Kali knew he was searching for a lie. "Uh, they're nothing." 

He waved his hand dismissively and Kali caught the sight of more. She faced his palm up and stared at his forearms. More

scars. These ones looked exactly like the ones on his torso.

Kali looked at Erik with a cocked brow. He gulped and slowly pulled his arms away from her. Damn,

she's

got

a

good

eye. He blushed deeply. Feeling shame for his scars. He never really cared about people's reactions to them, so he hated the fact that he cared now. 

"Maybe you should leave Kali." 

She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I've got to finish unpacking anyway. I-I'm sorry... " 

Erik walked her to the door and when she left he shut and locked it. He pressed his back against the door while he hung his head. He didn't know why but Kali's interest in his scars made him want things. He'd imagined her digging her nails in his skin as she rode him. Imagined her whipping him then making him please her. No. Don't

think

like

that

you're

too

old

for

her.

She was a kid, probably still in college and he was waayyy past that stage in his life. You

can't

have

her. His mind told his body but his body has other more delicious opinions on the matter. 

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Kali looked around her room, satisfied with the results. Her full-sized bed was neatly made with light and dark green comforters and a black drape hung above it, and her stuffed animals covered the shelf above her bed. Her walls were decorated with bands, model, animal, mythical creature, and movie posters, as well as pictures of anything that caught her eye, she set up her two nightstands, bookshelf, desk, and vanity, which she filled with makeup, hair products, and hair accessories. Her closet was filled with her dresses, jackets, and shoes, and her bathroom was nicely set up. It was fairly small, containing only a shower, a sink, and a toilet. Kali loved her new room. 

"Well done Kali." She was an amazing organizer when she wanted to be. She patted herself on the back.

She took one last look at her room then walked out. Her siblings went out to do the grocery shopping and other stuff. Kali didn't really know she wasn't paying attention. I should pay attention more. 

She plopped down onto the brown couch and pulled out her blackberry. She dialed a number and held the mobile device to her ear. 

"Pizza Loving Palace, how may I help you?"

"Yeah, can I get a large pizza, a Hersey pie, a 2 liter Pepsi, and garlic knots?"

"Sure. Anything else ma'am?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Okay, wait about twenty minutes and your order will be there."

Kali said a quick thanks and hung up. She reached over to the nightstand and picked up her remote. She switched on the tv and began scrolling through the channels. "Yay, having so much fun." She muttered dryly. "Apartments are more interesting."

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Erik moaned as the blade sliced over his stomach, not cutting deep enough to cause him to get stitches but it was deep enough to draw blood. He closed his eyes, his head lolling back. He repeated the action on his chest moaning in ecstasy as he reached down to stroke his 10in shaft. It throbbed in his hand, thickening and growing in length. As he stroked himself, an image of a beautiful face appeared in his mind. 

"Oh God Kali." His balls grew heavy and the hand that held the blade began to tremble. "Kali." Pre-cum seeped from the tip of his cock and his body tensed. He stroked faster, harder, his body trembling now. He bit his lip to silence himself as he came. He sighed and set the blade on the sit in the shower. 

He grabbed his body wash, poured some in his hand, and lathered his body, sighing with pleasure as the soap burned the ten new cuts on his torso. He sighed and looked down at his throbbing dick. Kali's face appeared once more and he groaned. He looked up at the ceiling, then closed his eyes as he gripped the base. 

"You can think about her Erik, but you can't have her."