by Gina Whitney
I pulled the stool from behind the drape, dragging it on stage. Taking a seat, I strummed, double checking it was properly tuned. I played the first song that came to me.
Never thought I’d feel this
Guilty and I’m broken down inside
Livin’ with myself nothing but lies
I always thought I’d make it
But never knew I’d let it get so bad
Livin’ with myself is all I have
I feel numb
I can’t come to life
I feel like I’m frozen in time
Livin’ in a world so cold, wasting away
Livin’ in a shell with no soul since you’ve gone away
Livin’ in a world so cold, counting the days
Since you’ve gone away, you’ve gone away
Three Days Grace…
It’s all I sang while Beauty was gone. I finally got my heart back.
Clap. Clap. Clap. My beauty stood just inside the curtain clapping. A vision no other could hold a candle to.
“Come, Gia.” I gave my hand, waiting for her to take it.
She floated across the stage in a platinum, plunged neck, curve-kissing gown. Her movements were willowy and gorgeous. Her eyes an endless pool of milky chocolate I wanted to swim in. Good God my heart hurt.
“Hey, baby. You sounded beyond perfect.” A gleam of tears was in her eyes.
I grabbed her, bringing her close to my heart. I was finally able to exhale all of the tension taking up residence in my chest. “Where were you? I thought you understood you were to go nowhere by yourself, Gia.” I was pissed. Did she not understand what she meant to me?
“I took the stairs. That’s all that happened. Chance and I missed each other. Plain and simple. It won’t happen again. That I can promise you. Okay?” She smiled widely.
Yeah, that smile would be the death of me. But, she needed to know emphatically who was in charge. I reached into my pocket for the remote to the toy in her ass. Two clicks to the left.
She jumped. “Ah, fuck.” She fell into me.
Yeah, that’ll throw your world off balance. I grabbed her neck with one hand and her hair with the other. Nose to nose…I needed to see her eyes. To read them.
“You will be punished later. I can promise you this…you won’t soon forget, Beauty.” I kissed her pretty pink lips, licking them like my favorite candy. “Mine.” I licked her face, then sent her off stage to sit in a chair I had them bring in for her. I wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Part of her punishment would be to sit on the plug while it brought her to the edge over and over again. No relief of walking it off.
She pointed to her head, letting me know in no uncertain terms I was fucking crazy and demented. Yep. That’s me, baby. A demented, fucking pervert.
The show was underway. The set was an hour long, followed by two fifteen-minute acoustic sets with myself and Ender. There was a weighty mixture of emotions running through me. The crowd was mesmerized and loving everything we played. During our acoustic set, the silence was deafening.
Selling out this venue was an epic accomplishment. I gave into it. It felt fucking great. My blood was on fire. Yes, partly because of the buzz I had from performing. Not to mention, the drugs flowing liberally through my system. But mainly because my girl sat only feet away from me, fidgeting as I turned up the vibration in her ass. Fuck yeah. I was one warped, kinky motherfucker.
The lights dimmed as we took our final bow. “Thank you. You’ve been fucking great.” I dropped the mic as we ran off the stage. Dave handed out towels as we exited. I grabbed mine, wrapping it around my neck, and lifted Beauty out of her chair.
“You’re a fucking perverted caveman. You know that, right? Who does that throughout a concert without missing a beat? Who?” she scolded me. I laughed. What could I do? I enjoyed myself immensely. Most fun while gigging, ever.
“How about I write you a love letter with my tongue? How’s that for a caveman?” I bellowed loud enough for our entourage to roll their eyes at me. Fuck them, anyway. I was in a good fucking mood. Feeling fine.
“You’re beyond romantic.” She snorted.
She was a spitfire my girl. That’s what I loved about her. She didn’t give it up to me easily. She didn’t kiss my ass, either. Nevertheless, when she submitted, it was nothing less than fuck hot.
We entered my private dressing room and I kicked the door shut behind us. The red chaise I ordered was in the far corner where Beauty came to rest. I took a seat next to her, toweling off my wet head and leaving the towel as a hood.
“Come here, baby. I want that ass in my lap now. I lifted her across my lap. “Now, where were we?” I moved in to inhale her scent. Fuck me. She smelled delectable. I wanted that pussy across my face, immediately.
Knock. Knock. Chance opened the door, sticking his head in. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.” He came in, shutting the door behind him.
Beauty stiffened in my lap. Alarm bells sounded in my head.
“What? What the fuck happened? I placed Beauty down and stood.
His hands went up defensively. “Morgana. But we’ve got it under control; security’s on it. Your father’s in the loop.” He walked over to the bar, pouring himself a scotch. Chance rarely drank.
“She’s fucking here?” I asked, furious. Gia nodded cautiously. She had every right to be cautious, too. I was about to blow. Her eyes never left the floor. I went to her…squatting. “Gia, did she do something to you? Threaten you? Where the fuck was I?” I whirled around, pointing at Chance. “Where the fuck were you?” I strode toward him.
Gia leapt to his defense. “It’s not his fault. It happened when I left your room. If you’re going to be angry…be angry at me. Not Chance. He helped me.” She laid her head to my chest. Sigh.
My mind raced for possible solutions to end this bitch. None of which were legal.
“What happened?” I snapped.
She jumped. “Umm, well there was a cat in the stairwell that was injured. I went to see what I could do to help. Then I heard Morgana laughing. She definitely hurt that cat. No doubt about it. She said that I was next— or my kitty was next. Something along those lines. I got right out of there and ran into Chance.” She sounded erratic as she rambled on about a fucking cat. I didn’t give a fuck about the damn cat.
“Stairwell?” I grabbed her shoulders. “What the fuck possessed you to go into a stairwell, Gia?” I shook her hard. Maybe a little too hard. But, she was a danger to herself. She didn’t get that this crazy bitch Morgana would push her down a flight of stairs without looking back.
Tears filled her beautiful eyes. I pulled her in, securing her to my chest while murmuring softly to her. “Beauty, promise me you will never leave again without a bodyguard. I’m hiring private security for you. I can’t take any chance with this bitch on the loose,” I vowed. “You called my old man?” I looked to Chance.
“Yep. He made a few calls to ex-FBI detailers. He’s got someone on a plane heading here now.” He swallowed another mouthful of amber courage. Good. He needed to be nervous. Something still didn’t add up.
“How did she know where we were?” I asked, looking over Beauty’s head at Chance.
“Everyone knows where you are. It’s not hard to get that information. We didn’t exactly hide it from the media. She has cash, right? Cash gives you any answers you want,” he answered plainly. True. But, I had a gnawing feeling I couldn’t put my finger on.
“Are you okay, baby?” She really was my first concern. I grabbed her face with both my hands.
“Of course! I’m here, aren’t I?” She leaned up, kissing my lips sweetly.
“I’m heading back to the hotel. I have some phone calls to make. What are you two doing? Meeting up with the band? It is your first-show after-party event?” he asked, leaving his scotch on the bar unfinished.
“We’re heading back, too. I’m in no mood for partying with that head-case-stalker on the loose. I’ll call Dave to let him
know. Let Jake or Ender handle the press. Let’s go.” I called Dave on the way to the limo, letting him know the latest events. He understood and was handling the PR for the night. All I wanted was Beauty in the safety of the hotel suite with plenty of security outside the door.
Chance, Gia, and I shared the limo back to the hotel. Chance opted to sit up front with the driver. I didn’t have to guess why. Chance had been trying to get him in bed for a while. I always brought my drivers on tour with me. Never wanted to chance bringing someone new into the fold. My father’s paranoia was deeply imbedded.
I instructed Beauty to sit across from me, eyes down, while I taught her hole a lesson by way of remote-ass-fuck-extraordinaire. She was warned by yours truly if she began to clench, she’d receive a bare-handed spanking. I pulled up her gown above her thighs. Her legs spread…pussy exposed to me. I set the vibration speed to eight. Not quite ten. But near quaking levels of ecstasy.
“How’s that feel, Beauty?” My eyes were focused in her glistening lips.
“Ah, please. Sir. Please.” Her fists balled as she fought the clench…the orgasm.
“No begging, pet. This is pleasing to me. You’re vulnerable before me. So beautiful. So pink and flushed.” I moved to kneel in front of her. Not in a submissive way; in a man-dying-for-a-taste way.
She was lip-licking, mouth-watering delectable. Her exotic smell filled the small airspace of the limo…driving the dragon in my pants wild and the beast within to the edge of danger. If I took her right then, it would most certainly be to claim her ass. She wasn’t ready for that. Dante’s inferno was waging war with my balls. They were tight enough to nut the inside of my pants. I was done being selfless. The selfish motherfucker in me was at the end of my rope. It was time for the beast to taste the reward before him.
“Arms behind your back, locked to stabilize yourself. Like so.” I moved both her arms behind her ass. In a tripod fashion. “Lean your weight onto your hands and pitch that pretty pussy up,” I commanded.
She acquiesced, serving her Sir a face full of engorged pussy. I placed one leg at a time over my shoulders, leaning into my heaven on earth. My tongue ran slowly from her plug up to her clit…using my tongue piercing to lightly tap her swollen cherry. She sat perfectly. Her legs shook wildly over my shoulders. I had her whimpering inaudibly through my tongue assault.
Shifting my hands under her cheeks, I lifted her pussy to meet my mouth. My face now covered in her juices— it still wasn’t enough. My tongue so far into her pussy opening, I gnashed the scruff of my chin over her seam, adding another layer of stimulation. My teeth scraped across her clit while my tongue delivered the last of my ministrations.
My girl exploded with a scream in my mouth. Umm, bathing myself in her come. I wasn’t nearly done. I want that pussy to squirt all over me. A first for her. Wasn’t planning to do this in the back of a limo, but I was a rampant animal who didn’t give a fuck.
She slumped backward. I let her. She did well my beauty, but it was time for dessert. I pulled her half off the seat. Her legs pushed far and wide. With three fingers, I went to work on her— two inside, the third playing with her clit. My fingers twisted and turned as she bore down, trying to control what was happening. Time for another lesson.
“I’m here to lead, protect, provide, build, and decide.” I bent to suck her clit. “As my beauty…your only job is to follow, please, serve, appreciate, and obey.” I flicked her clit with the nail of my thumb while curving my two fingers within her. She squirted all over the front of my shirt. I had licked the rest before it dripped onto the seats…sucking and slurping like the fucking beast that I am.
Her scream, without a doubt, was heard, even over the radio the two played in the front. They were deafening, even for me. The ringing in my ears was welcomed. However, what I had experienced was no less than complete and utter satisfaction that ran soul deep.
I removed my now pussy-juice saturated shirt to clean her up. Her eyes were now on me after rolling around her head. An electrical current ran between us.
Gia’s breath labored. “What’s your fucking fascination with limo sex? We’re not the only two in this limo. How embarrassing. I’m a God-damn mess. You fucking caveman-alpha-prick. And get this thing out of my ass.” She tried to veil her tone. Her eyes shot downward. She knew her mouth was out of line.
My eyes caught her heart hammering in her chest. Her emotions were positively tumultuous. I let her quipped response go. Coming hard fucked with a person mentally. She was beautiful. I was elated. Yes, no less a fucking-caveman-alpha-prick. A badge worn proudly.
I drew her in my arms close so there was no misunderstanding between us. “I will have you when and wherever the fuck I choose. Secondly, that plug will be removed while I bathe you. And another will be inserted to replace it until you’re able to take my cock in your ass. Lastly, thank you for squirting beautifully, my love.” I smiled kissing her lips gently.
She huffed. “I didn’t squirt, you pig. Umm, I don’t know what that was. I don’t squirt,” she tried to dismiss the subject.
“Whatever you say, Beauty.” I laughed loudly. She was adorable. She drew down her dress, fixing herself to the best of her ability. I wouldn’t dare tell her she wore the face of a properly mouth-fucked-woman. I’d opt for silence and shield her from prying eyes. Fuck knows they were everywhere. As for squirting, challenge accepted. I’d have to show her again how she does it so beautifully…
He refused to let me walk on my own two feet. Possession…pfft. He was fucking possessed. I was far from complaining, though. At times, I wanted to beat my own chest, shouting to the world that he was my Sir. We entered the private elevator for his suite that deposited us in his living room. I looked around in awe. I never noticed there was another elevator besides the one in the hallway.
“Money, darlin’…that’s what money buys you— convenience.” He kissed my lips sweetly.
I had never known the money he was speaking about. My family’s money came from my mother’s marriages. And when they timed out, it was all fucking gone. My job as a child was to be cute enough they’d stick around…my stepfathers. Then again, no amount of adorability could outweigh the fact that my mother conned them out of their savings. Of course, I’d get beat for that. It was always my fault they left. And that was the lesson I took into adulthood. No one sticks around…even when they say they’d never leave. They always do. I started to bite my nails. A nervous habit I never grew out of.
“What are you thinking about, Beauty?” he asked as we strode into the dressing room.
“Nothing.” I lied. I didn’t want to ruin another minute talking about my childhood or lack thereof.
“I am your truth.” He picked up my hand, placing it over his heart. “Do you feel this, Beauty? This beats for you…only you. I am the thrill that runs down your spine….the taste on your sweet lips that’s divine. When you’re thinking of sin, I want to be the one on your mind. I want to kiss and lick every inch of your skin. I want you to tremble at my slightest touch. I. Am. Your. Sir. And you’re my lovely Beauty.” He turned my hand over and kissed my palm. His eyes never left mine. There was no indecision. The decision was made long before we met in the fabric of our destinies. We were one. With all his flaws and caveman-ish behavior, I would never change one thing about that man. He was my titan warrior. And he made me feel emotionally invincible.
“You are my titan warrior.” I couldn’t help but smile like a fool. I was a fool for him. “I was just thinking of my childhood. As usual. I don’t know why.” I shrugged. God, I was fucked-up. Would there ever be a moment when my past wouldn’t affect my future?
“Look at me. I know you’re going to dismiss this and call me a fucking caveman. But this is what I know to be true. When you climax as hard as you did before, it emotionally stirs shit up. It happens to me. Yes, I’m relieved…elated even. But sometimes the darkness creeps into the fissures of your psyche. With you, I suspect it’s the feeling I will leave or reject you. A
m I right?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for my answer. Well, he hit the nail on the head with that one. Who knew? I really never thought about an explanation for feeling the way I did after being intimate with him. The truth will set you free…
“How did you get so smart? Amateur psychologist?” I poked his stomach playfully. Well, it was now or never. I just had to blurt my truth out all over him. “I have bi-polar disorder.” My eyes remained on his. I wanted to look away, but his gaze was so captivating. “Do you want to run? You can if you want to. Who would want to date a mental case, right?” I shrugged, making like I understood. I silently prayed.
“And I have inherent depression.” He smiled knowingly. “Do you think a chemical imbalance would cause me to walk away from you, Beauty?” he asked, moving us to a chair where he sat and pulled me into his lap to face him.
“I wasn’t sure. Who in their right mind would want to deal? Most people wouldn’t.” I could no longer look into his eyes. The swirl of his pupils was dizzying.
“I’m not most people, Gia. I am your Dom. Talk is cheap, Gia. Kneel before me and let me take all your troubles away, Beauty.” His tone was strained. But the flash in his eye was remarkable.
His phone started ringing. He guffawed, answering it on the second ring. It was Chance, letting him know the ex-FBI guy was at the hotel and already checked in. He wanted a meeting with us.
I moved to stand, but he gave me his finger, signaling to wait one minute.
“Where do you think you’re going? Let’s take a quick shower so I can remove that anal-plug and fit you with another. Later on, you can take me on your knees.” The smile that curved on his face was kind. But the menacing snicker let me know he was enjoying fucking with my ass. One big mental eye-roll.
He was true to his word. We took a quick shower. He removed the anal-plug and washed me thoroughly. I didn’t like the plug at all. But without it, I felt empty. I didn’t anticipate that feeling at all. Not that I’d tell him that. Fuck no.
