Bad Boy Dom (14 page)

“It’s not up to you. You’ll only get
fucked or fuck me when I say so.”

The pout increased. “Yes, Sir.”

She craved my control just as I craved
her surrender. I removed wrist cuffs from a drawer and then moved in close to
her body. “Bring your arms down.”

I attached the cuffs to her wrists, and
then attached them to the bar. I grabbed the wooden sawhorse and moved it under
her pussy, so she straddled the wooden pony, causing her to go to her toes. The
wood resting against her pink folds was half an inch thick, and wasn’t
comfortable for long periods of time. I hadn’t used more than a paddle for too
long but I was finally feeling comfortable in knowing Angela’s pain limits. I
picked up a wide strap and doubled it. “This is going to hurt.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll begin with ten. Count.”

I didn’t give her time to answer, just
swung the strap so it landed against the center of her ass cheeks. She went up
higher on her toes before coming down and then going up again to relieve the
pressure on her pussy.

“One.”

I swung again.

“Two.”

She was breathing hard, trying to take
the pain I applied to her ass with slowly increasing force. She also needed
relief from the bite to her pussy. It wasn’t comfortable to rub against the
wood to get off. My arm rose again.

“Three!” There was a slight squeal on
the end of the word.

We made it to ten and I pulled her head
back, softly kissing her delectable lips. “Between one and five, where are
you?”

“Three.”

“Three after only ten?”

“It’s the wood. It hurts.”

“Can you take ten more?”

“Yes.”

And she did. I licked the tears
streaming from her face and whispered in her ear. “You taste wonderful when you
cry.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Does your pussy hurt?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I unclipped her arms and laid her on her
back on a low padded bench. I parted her legs.

“Keep them still for me, Little Bird.”

I thoroughly lubed a long strand of
white pearls and began to hum. I missed this; the intensity of full-out play,
the control, and the ability to take a woman past her limits. Angela gave me
back this part of my life.

I lifted her hips, and looped the pearls
into the back of the garter belt and then ran them into the crack of her ass cheeks,
bringing them over her pussy and securing them to the front of the belt. I
arranged the strands so one was on either side of her clit in the folds; silky,
lubricated, and glistening with her own personal juice. Her low moan was like
the music I couldn’t control, her heated eyes begging me for the ultimate
crescendo. I sank to my knees and ran my tongue along her hot clit, toying with
the coolness from the pearls while she squirmed and sighed. I was gentle,
treasuring her soreness, wanting only to give her aching folds pleasure. Slowly
her sighs turned to uncontrolled moans.

“Please, Sir, I need to come.” Her pussy
quivered against my mouth. I had no intension of making her hold back any
longer and took her clit between my teeth, sucking hard, causing her orgasm to
explode.

Slowly, she settled and I kissed the
inside of her thighs, loving the aftershocks shaking through the muscles of her
legs. “Shhhh, Little Bird,” I whispered against her skin.

When her body went completely lax, I
turned her over and spread her legs while attaching her ankles to straps at the
bottom of the bench. I moved to her wrists securing them.

I tipped her face so she was looking at
me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What’s your number?”

“One, Sir.”

“I’m going to change that.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I rolled a condom over my erection and
then gently lubed her ass. “I’ve wanted your ass since the first time I saw
you.” My hand came down with a resounding crack. On her sudden intake of air, I
tightened the pearls connected to the back of the garter belt.

“Awww!.”

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Really?”

“It hurts my pussy, Sir.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. What’s
your safeword?”

“Red.”

“And you’ll use it if this becomes too
much?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Lowering the table, I placed small,
biting kisses down her back. When I got to her ass cheek, I bit a little
harder. I loved the feel of her wiggling, pink bottom as she tried to get away.

I pulled the pearls from the crack of
her ass and positioned my cock in between the strands. My hands went to her
hips, slipping under the garter belt and pulling it upward causing the strand
of pearls to tighten around my cock and slide deeper between the folds of her
pussy. I coated my cock in lube and then placed the head at the entrance to her
ass, barely breaching the rosette that tightened when I pushed forward.

“Relax.”

The air left her lungs, and I slowly
forced my way forward. She was so fucking tight. I pulled on the pearls again
and when she gasped, I slid past the tight ream of muscle. My breathing was no
longer slow and, if it was possible, my cock swelled larger.

“Where are you?”

“Two.”

My fingers moved up her spine, my thumb
rubbing over each vertebra. Then, I wound my hand in her hair, pulling back,
using my other hand to grasp her hip. I drew my cock slowly from her tight ass
and then slid in again, feeling less resistance.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes, Sir. Oh, please, Sir. Yes… fuck
me!”

Everything about her was perfect
including the tiny noises she made that turned into low moans as my tempo
increased. Her body was made to be fucked by mine.

Chapter Twenty-two

Angela…

“Do you pay someone to put the holes in
your jeans?” I was looking at his ass, covered by the second skin of his ripped
jeans. His black wife-beater completed the look of sex god, mega rock star. If
another woman touched him, I’d break her fingers. The euphoria of Krispin
Righteous sex on a big hard stick continued to throb through my tender pussy.

“They come this way.” He gave me a
quirky grin because he noticed my eyes moving up and down his body. “How are
you feeling?”

“Scared, excited, nervous.”

“You’ll stay with me until I start
playing, then you’ll be standing off to the side with Wade. He’ll take care of
you.”

“Thank you. I like Wade.”

“He likes you too. Maybe too much. His
eyes follow you constantly.”

“Jealous, Sir?”

He drew me up against his scrumptious
body and I smoothed my hand over the front of his shirt. “You and your pussy
are mine.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“So is your ass.”

“All yours.”

“Are you really okay with this?”

“The concert?”

“Yes.”

“I promise to have fun. I want to see
your legendary performance.”

“Hmm, I have a nice strap picked out for
your delectable ass when we get home.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

***

Unlike the earlier trip to the venue, it
now felt like all hell was breaking loose. A black limo picked us up from
Krispin’s home. Wade joined us in the back and exited first when we stopped at
the back entrance, which was now crowded with screaming women. Leather, boas,
chainmail, and bare skin seemed to be the flavor of the evening. There was no
rhyme or reason to the clothing styles. Screaming and pushing fans jostled for
a close-up picture or quick touch to the protective man by my side. His arm
wrapped around me as we made our way through what seemed like a human obstacle
course.

Wade and the driver helped to clear a
path and finally we crossed inside. The screams were loud, and I felt momentary
relief once the door closed and the cries became muted. I tried to hide my
shaking fingers but Krispin lifted my hand to his lips and nibbled each knuckle
as he kissed them and then rubbed my hand along his sexily stubbled cheek.

“You okay?”

“I think so.”

“Wade’s on your other side. It won’t be
that bad again until we leave.”

“Okay.”

He loosened his grip slightly but didn’t
release my hand. I needed our skin to skin contact even if it was my sweaty
palm to his hard callused one. I needed the reassurance, which he seemed to
understand.

Backstage was double chaos. People flew
about their jobs, somehow knowing what to do in all the turmoil. This was
Krispin’s world and there was no doubt in my mind that he gloried in it. But
could I control my own inner turmoil and make it through a night surrounded by
thousands of people? When at last we stood still, I closed my eyes and counted
silently to ten, getting myself under control.

I felt rough hands press to either side
of my cheeks and I opened my eyes to see the brown depths of Krispin’s so close
it almost made me cross my eyes. His lips took mine. He wasn’t gentle, but
devoured my mouth like he starved for its taste.

I needed his breath in my lungs. He
seemed to know, because he breathed out through his mouth and gave me enough
air to focus only on him.

Pulling away, his soft words made me
yearn for privacy. “I love you.” His forehead rested against mine and I drew
strength from his declaration.

I. Could. Do. This.

When I noticed my surroundings again,
the band circled us. Krispin kissed my fingers one last time, and then pressed
my hand into Wade’s.

“Don’t let go of her.” He looked at Wade
and then quickly kissed my cheek before turning to his band. “Let’s fucking get
this done boys. Kill ’em.”

And Blood Rights took the stage.

It was nothing like the earlier
practice. Krispin and his band mates filled the auditorium with high-voltage
power. I had no earplugs this time and the sound was loud and electric. Krispin
commanded the stage, using every inch to draw the crowd into his music. They
sang with him, screamed for all they were worth, and waved their arms back and
forth perfectly in sync during the softer side of the show.

I could actually feel starbursts in my
eyes. I beheld the god of rock in all his majestic glory. He lived for his
audience and I realized during our short time together, I’d seen only a small
part of him.

I was close enough to see sweat stream
down his face and then he ripped his shirt, pulling it from his body and wiped
his face. For just a short instant, our eyes met and he gave me his devil’s
grin before tossing the shirt to the screaming fans pressed up against the
stage. I had to smile but, at the same time, my heart tightened. I was too
fucked-up to deserve this man.

In that moment, I knew I would only
bring him down. Tonight, I was holding my own but my anxiety, depression, and
need for constants could rush forward at any time. There seemed to be no rhyme
or reason. God, I loved him. Somehow, I had to let him go.

Chapter Twenty-three

Krispin…

For the first time, there was a presence
greater than the fans during a concert. Even across the stage, I could feel the
heat of her gaze. I lived for the screaming worship of the crowd, but during my
long months of rehab, I realized I needed to separate myself from their often
overwhelming need to have a piece of me. The withdrawal from my drug-induced
coma brought back the need for pure music that I threw away in my fanatical
need for stardom. Now, I performed for the fans, but I sang for me.

While traveling from one end of the
stage to the other, every fiber of my being focused on her. It didn’t hurt the
music; in my mind’s ear, it improved it. I could feel the guys pump up higher
with my intensity. In a few weeks, we would begin laying tracks for our next
album. It would be better than the last. With our next world tour locked in,
nothing could stop us.

Best of all, Angela would be next to me,
finally making my life complete. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was about her
that drew me to her flame, but I needed the burn she ignited.

She stood holding tight to Wade’s hand.
I loved that she cared about the people in my life and included Wade, Matt and
Stephon like the family they were. And God, she cooked, too! Perfection didn’t
get any better.

Our time on stage finally came to an
end. The pleasant exhaustion I felt was deliciously charged with thoughts of
fucking Angela all night. I was hoping to last out our new post-sober tradition
and not carry her to my room before our down-to-earth session was complete. I
thought the boys would understand, but I also wanted Angela to experience all
of it.