Between The Lines

by Drew Sera

To my horror, I stared at her with what could be described as a deranged look. I quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw. Thankfully there weren’t many people around. I walked over and collected my bag.

  “I completely hate you right now,” I said in a huff.

  I tried to sound serious and angry, but she knew better and didn’t even entertain my comments.

  “Relax, Aims. You’ll feel better when you get to the hotel and stick that toy in your ass. Then you’ll be ready for dinner and the author party tonight.”

  I gave her a sarcastic smile. Her jokes kept coming while we waited in line for the rental car.

  “So, Aims, when you rub your clit while you have that butt plug in, do you use a lubed finger or do you moisten your finger with your own juices?”

  “I’m so firing you.”

  “Haha, no you won’t,” she replied.

  Finally, we made it to the hotel, and I made plans to meet Sam and Ryan in the lobby at 6:00 for dinner, then we had to be at an author party at 7:00. The elevator ride to my floor was filled with jokes, of course.

  I had some time to myself when I arrived in my room. I situated my suitcase and pulled out my clothes to hang up. My face automatically twisted as I saw far more wrinkles than I had anticipated on my clothes. I’d have to do some ironing tonight. With each step, I felt the ache that built up between my legs during the long flight.

  Was I really going to masturbate and record it for J.P.? I took the toy to the bathroom and even though I knew it was clean, I still felt better going through the motions of cleaning it again after its journey across the country. I set it and the lube on the nightstand and sent J.P. a text and a picture of the plug and lube.

  Amy: Finally got checked in and made it to my room.

  I knew that he was at work and wouldn’t see this for a while. Following his directions wasn’t incredibly hard, after all, I needed to come. Once I was out of my crumpled traveling clothes, I tossed the phone on the bed along with the butt plug and the lube.

  I decided to do the audio recording while I inserted the plug. I took a deep breath and hit record. Once a few fingers were lubed, I got in the position he requested: on my knees, legs parted, ass in the air and head on the bed.

  Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my fingers around my hole to prep it. While lubing my ass, my wrist and forearm brushed against my wet slit.

  “Mmm,” I lightly whined as I savored the extra friction against my clit.

  But once I was lubed, the friction against my pussy and swollen clit was removed when I moved my hand away from my ass. I longed for that friction. I reached for the plug and applied some lube to it as well. Now I was ready. I was really turned on and needed it. Badly.

  “Mmm,” I whimpered as I pushed the plug in my ass. “Mmmph,” I exhaled as the plug was swallowed and settled into place.

  God, it felt good. I began teasing my folds and gently stroking my clit. My phone was next to my head, collecting all my noises for J.P. This made me feel so naughty.

  And I loved it.

  I pushed two fingers from my left hand in my aching pussy and feverishly rubbed my clit with my right hand.

  “Mmm, God,” I breathed out. My fingers continued driving me forward. They couldn’t get me to my release fast enough. I teetered on edge for a moment and then moved my hips in a downward motion, speeding up my progress.

  “Oh, God! Mmmph,” I moaned again. I was so close, and then suddenly, it was upon me. “Ah, shit! Oh, my God! Mmm, J.P.,” I panted next to the phone.

  I kept the recorder on until my breathing returned to normal. After I shut it off, I debated actually listening to it, but didn’t. To give me a few moments to think about sending the audio clip, I cleaned the toy and myself up before returning to the phone. Why not? I attached the audio clip in a text and sent it to J.P.

  Glancing at the clock, I had just enough time to take a shower and iron my dress for tonight. By the time I got out of the shower I had a text from J.P.

  J.P.: Beautiful, princess. I can honestly say that will keep me up tonight. Thank you, Amy. How was your flight?

  Amy: I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was the first time I’ve ever done something like that. It made me feel dirty and sexy. The flight was good and I’m getting ready for the author party.

  J.P.: Have fun at the party and I’ll talk to you tonight.

  Even though I was excited to meet a lot of these authors that I’ve been talking to online, I was also eager to get back to my room and talk to J.P. I made it through the long evening and as soon as the party started to die down, I said goodnight to Samantha and Ryan.

  Chapter 20

  March

  J.P.

  I hung out in the hotel lobby watching fans, readers and authors enter the banquet area where the author party was being held. Mostly because I wanted to see what the attire was. There was a wide variety, but nothing was formal or what would be considered “dressy.” I had packed a suit just in case, but after seeing that the event appeared to be casual, I decided not to wear the suit. It would make me stick out, and I certainly didn’t want that.

  I returned to my hotel room and changed into the black dress pants and a casual maroon button-down shirt. I put my glasses on and gave myself a final look in the mirror before heading to the party.

  There was a much larger crowd that had gathered at the entrance to the banquet hall, and I stood at the end of the line waiting to get in. Since the line was moving at a ridiculously slow pace, I pulled out my phone. I had a few texts waiting for me from Amy. Nonchalantly, I looked around to make sure no one in line was watching me or paying attention to my phone. Using my hands to cradle the phone and prevent wandering eyes, I opened the text string from Amy. There she was, pulling a smile from me. Decked out in a black dress, she treated me to a picture she took while looking in a full-length mirror. Behind her was the bed. The bed she used the butt plug on the first evening and recorded herself coming. The bed she lay on last night as we talked on the phone and I convinced her to insert the plug and rub her clit. I couldn’t get past that picture because all I had in my mind were the sexy and naughty things that she’s already done on that bed. As I moved up in line, I was able to pull myself away from the picture and read her text.

  Amy: What do you think?

  J.P.: I think you look gorgeous and I know what you did on that bed.

  I put the phone back in my pocket as I was nearing the entrance. I wasn’t expecting a text back from her until later because I knew she was at the party. I had to quickly fill out an interest card and check mark which authors that I was here to see. Aside from Amy I randomly selected a few and kept the name part anonymous. With it completed, I finally made my way into the banquet hall.

  I wandered around and got myself a beer from the bar that was set up in the corner by the entrance. With the beer in hand, I roamed around slowly and every now and then I’d hang at the back of a small crowd and listen to an author talk to some readers.

  “I put all of the character names that I’m considering into a hat and then pull out one at random one. Whatever name I pull is what I work with,” an author said to a group of fans when asked how he picks his character names.

  While I stood there, I cautiously looked around the room until I spotted my princess. There she was. About ten yards away from me and toward the center of the room, Amy stood with a small group of readers and fans. Standing a few feet away from her was another author with a small group.

  Slowly I made my way over and stood at the back of the group near the other author’s group. From there, I could see and hear Amy perfectly. As she spoke, I shut my eyes briefly and imagined us talking on the phone. She was laughing now, and it forced a smile on my face. Her smile was breathtaking, and her eyes sparkled. I paid close attention to every word she said.

  “Amy, I love the characters you created in Dark Kiss. Will we be seeing more of them?” a fan asked her.

  “Yes, I think they might have a future sequel. We’ll
see,” Amy said as she nodded.

  I read most of Dark Kiss on the plane and loved it. I. wasn’t done yet, but so far, I thought her female character might be an awful lot like Amy. I saw traces of her, and me, in many parts that I’ve read.

  After two hours of having Amy within touching distance, I headed to my room. I needed to get ready for our phone call soon.

  “Hey, princess. How was your party tonight?” I asked as soon as she answered her phone.

  “Hi, J.P., it was good. I met a lot of fabulous fans. I love these meet and greet events. I’m tired though. It’s a long time to be on your feet and talking the entire time.”

  “I bet. Tough gig to stand there and look sexy,” I teased.

  “God, my shoes were killing me.”

  “You should invest in some really nice shoes.”

  “Sometimes really nice shoes aren’t really comfortable,” she commented as she sighed. “It feels so nice to have my shoes off.”

  “Are you all cuddled up in bed already?” I could picture her hotel bed perfectly, and a mental image came rushing in of her ass in the air and head on the mattress as she cooed and moaned into the voice recording.

  “I am. I’m so exhausted.”

  I would have loved to encourage her hand into her panties and talk dirty to her as she worked her way towards an orgasm. But I also knew that today was a really long day for her, and she entertained for a few hours this evening. As much as I didn’t want to call it a night and get off the phone, I understood she needed her sleep; tomorrow is the book event, and she needed to be on her toes.

  Amy’s protest at my suggestion that we get off the phone so she could get some rest made me smile. She wanted to stay on the phone with me.

  “You need your rest. You have a big day tomorrow. Didn’t you say that you also have a private party tomorrow night?”

  “Yes, it’s in the early evening at the hotel bar. Which is great because I won’t have to worry about driving anywhere.”

  Horror ran through my veins like a tsunami. I was now worried about Amy getting drunk at the event and some ass fuck trying to whisk her away to his room. Not that there are tons of men at these events, but her after party is in a bar in the hotel.

  I had to get into that party.

  “I’m sure the party will be great. How many people do you have coming?”

  “Sam has it all arranged. I think she said there were fifty on the invite list. They are some of my biggest fans, and I’m so excited to meet them. But I know Sam also has a handful of additional invite cards that she’s going to pass out tomorrow during the book event. So, I think we’re planning on around seventy-five total,” she explained as she yawned.

  “Bedtime, princess. Set your alarm and make sure you play with that toy and come in the morning.”

  “I promise. Thanks for the call tonight, J.P.”

  “My pleasure. Goodnight,” I said and waited on the line until I heard her end the call.

  I was still a little wired and went to Kinky Links. I glanced at the new photo uploads today, but nothing really held my attention again. I quickly clicked on the private photo collection and went to pictures of my muse. That was enough to get me going. In no time, I had my cock out, jacking off to the intoxicating sight of their toned body. I closed my eyes and imagined their body wrapped in dirty chains, taking a hell of a punishment session from me.

  “Mmm, fuck yeah,” I moaned out as I came and released my load on my stomach. I opened my eyes and stared at the little muse onscreen. “Fuck…what I could do to you...you’d love it.”

  I took a deep, calming breath and logged out. I sat there for a moment, pondering how I was feeling. I felt guilty now. Guilty for jacking off to a fucking picture.

  And it was because of Amy.

  When I woke up, it was much later than I typically wake. Being on the Eastern time zone rather than the Pacific time zone was fucking with me. I wondered how Amy slept. I grabbed my phone and hit the play button on the audio recording of Amy pleasuring herself. I pulled up the picture she sent me yesterday of her in the full-length mirror on my screen and grabbed hold of my hard cock.

  “That’s right, Amy, I can fill that sexy ass of yours and give you what you’ve been craving.”

  I was able to hold off until I heard her come. She was so fucking sexy. I quickly showered and made my way to the hotel lobby hoping to catch a glimpse of Amy heading to the exhibit hall to set up.

  While I sat there, that ball of energy, Samantha Kelly, appeared. She was typing one-handed with her phone and greeting various people here and there. Samantha seemed to know many of the people that walked by. She pulled a wheeled cart behind her and stopped at the small convenience store type of set up in the lobby. Samantha scanned the chilled beverages, and when she found what she was looking for, she eagerly moved towards that part of the fridge. She opened the door and pulled out a Vanilla Coke. It made me happy because I knew it was for Amy. She’s got this thing for Vanilla Coke. It made me feel good knowing that this fireball of a personality was always looking out for my princess.

  But how would she feel about me?

  Chapter 21

  March

  Amy

  As I tucked my toy back inside my suitcase after I cleaned it, my phone vibrated with a text. J.P. It was only 6:30 in the morning for him back out west but I figured he had an early shift.

  J.P.: Good morning, princess. Hope you slept well and came this morning.

  I laughed out loud as I slipped on my bracelet from Samantha and grabbed my purse to head down to the exhibit hall. I sent him a text on the way to the elevator.

  Amy: I did both. I never thought I’d love this butt toy so much. I think I’m addicted to it. I’m an ass-addict now.

  A short burst of laughter slipped out as I waited alone for the elevator. An ass-addict. I shook my head at my own stupid joke and then sent a text to Samantha.

  Amy: On my way. Waiting for the elevator.

  In the crowded elevator, I cautiously glanced at J.P.’s new text.

  J.P.: Many little masochists love things in their ass. Imagine a thick, veiny cock in there instead of your toy.

  I decided to tease him a little bit.

  Amy: And what makes you think I’m a masochist, my romantic sadist?

  J.P.: I didn’t say you were, princess. I simply commented that many masochists like it. And maybe you have a little masochistic bone buried deep in you.

  What if I did?

  Amy: You might be right, Mr. Sadist. I’ll think about that while I’m at the book event. I’m heading downstairs to meet Sam. I will send you some pics later.

  Before I sent the message, I debated about being extra playful with him as the elevator continued to descend toward the lobby.

  Ding!

  The elevator doors opened, and while I waited for people to shuffle out, I quickly added “XO” to my text and sent it.

  As I made my way toward Sam, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I was about to take part in my biggest book event to date, Dark Kiss was selling like crazy…and I’m in love.

  “Eekk!” Samantha screeched as I stopped in front of her. “You look great, Aims. Here,” Samantha reached into a plastic bag and offered me the Vanilla Coke and a banana. “Did you eat something yet or were you busy with J.P.?”

  My cheeks must have given me away, and she slapped me on my upper arm. I took hold of the wheeled cart, and we walked together toward the entrance.

  “I also have a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie in there for you to eat around mid-morning. And the wintergreen Tic Tacs too. I’m going to have to have a talk with this romantic sadist of yours.”

  “Oh, don’t you dare,” I laughed.

  “He’s going to have to include with his masturbation play instructions that you also eat something.”

  I nodded to let her know I’d do a better job of that. Sadly, instead of my mind being on the book event that was moments away, I was thinking about my new toys that are on their w
ay. Samantha and I focused and set up the table just in time for the event photographer to snap a picture of me by my table. After the photographer moved on, Samantha got a picture and sent it to my phone. I, in turn, sent it to J.P. and before I sat down my phone started sending me alerts of people on Facebook liking my photo. I glanced at Sam; her head buried in her phone.

  “What? I can feel your eyes, Aims.”

  “How did you already post that?”

  “Just getting the word out where you’re at today…big book event.”

  We sat down behind the table as the doors for the VIP ticket holders opened. There was a mass of people that swarmed a couple tables in our aisle but on the opposite side. Wow. That must be nice.

  I watched the fans, all wearing the author’s logo t-shirts. I took a deep breath and looked down at my quiet phone before sliding my bracelet up and down my wrist a bit. It was another one of my fidget habits. I slipped my finger between my skin and the underside of the bracelet. I could feel the inscription: She believed she could, so she did.

  “Aims,” Samantha said my name in a warning tone telling me not to feel bad or discouraged.

  I gave her a smile and nodded. I focused on my table and my readers that came over to see me. Throughout the day I met lots of readers and many of them I knew by name on the social media platforms where they followed me.

  Everything was moving at a steady pace and after a small group of people left the table, I had a moment to eat that cookie Samantha got for me earlier. As I was chewing, I realized how hungry I was.

  “That guy,” Samantha started and nudged me as the only man in the group that just left my table was slowly walking away.

  “What?” I asked her while I partially chewed the rest of the cookie.

  “Isn’t that the guy from San Diego?” she asked me.