His caressing hand stopped teasing and he ran a couple fingers along her slit. She inhaled sharply and then groaned as he thrust a couple fingers deep into her and began to skilfully stroke her inner wall. She bucked back against his probing fingers, as the fire within her flared up and her need began to consume all other thought.
Bo pulled his fingers from her and gave her ass another slap. This time, however, his hand landed directly on her moist pussy. Hanna cried out. The sting lasted mere moments, but the burn that spread between her legs caused a yearning within her that left her whimpering and needy for more. The dampness between her legs increased and with alarm she realized that despite being crotchless the teddy was bound to get some of her juices on it.
Well, guess we’re buying this one, she mused, with amusement.
“Stay there. Don’t move a muscle.”
Huh? Hanna’s brow furrowed as she watched him walk across the store and grab a couple things off of the wall. What in the hell is he doing? With something in his hands he walked behind the sales counter, fumbled with the drawers, seemed to find what he was looking for and began to walk back to her with a vibrator in one hand, lube in the other.
Hanna’s eyes widened at the sight of the thin pink vibrator. The vibrator wasn’t near as long as his cock, and only about half the width with an extra-large base. She’d never used a vibrator before, despite Jackie insisting they were a necessity for every woman, single or not.
“What are you doing with that?”
As he approached he undid his jeans. “We’re going to try something else on the list.”
Her heart began to thump rapidly in her chest. What did he have planned? “Bo. I don’t know…”
“Trust me baby.”
Walking behind her, Bo placed the vibrator on the chair and she heard the flick of the lid of the lube and then whimpered as he began to apply the cool liquid to her pussy. She sighed and moved against his hand, not sure why they needed lube considering how wet she was, but his caresses were divine and sending delicious shivers through her. But when he reached her anus her entire body tensed.
“Bo?” Hanna began to panic. She’d never had anyone play back there; not a finger, not butt plug, nothing.
“Have you ever had someone in here?” With her ass lubed he slowly inserted his index finger into her. She yelped as her ass began to burn from the intrusion and tried to pull away, but he held her tight.
“Relax, honey. Have you?”
“No.”
She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. As she calmed, the burning calmed and as he finished burying his finger to the second knuckle an unfamiliar type of need and pleasure was replacing the uncomfortable pain.
Bo picked the vibrator up and turned it on. The little toy began to softly buzz. He removed his finger and then replaced his finger with the tip of the toy. It occurred to her then that it wasn’t a vibrator at all, but a butt plug. To her surprise she pressed back against it, anxious to see what the toy would feel like in her ass.
Once the toy was within her, she began to writhe and moan. Her pussy clenched and her juices began to drip from her.
“Oh God Bo, please.”
There was a rustling of clothing and to her relief, the head of his dick pressed against her pussy. She pressed back and successfully impaled herself on him with a sigh of relief.
“Slow sweetie,” Bo cooed as he slowly inserted himself within her, pushing deeper and deeper, filling her completely. Between his thick cock and the buzzing toy she felt so full she thought she was going to explode, but at the same time it felt so good. Just when she thought she couldn’t feel any better, Bo introduced her to pleasure above and beyond.
“Oh Bo. I can’t. I need to come. I need to come so badly.” She could hear the desperation in her voice, but didn’t care. The toy and his cock were sweet torture. He hadn’t even begun to thrust and she was on the edge. “Fuck me please. Fuck me!”
“I’ll never get enough of this tight pussy, baby.”
He began to move within her, his thrust being slow and shallow, throwing her into a frenzy of agony, begging him to let her come. One deep thrust, just one, was all she needed. She attempted to move with him, but he gripped her hips, forbidding her to take control.
“No baby. You come when I let you.”
She groaned out her frustration. Her body was on edge, but to her delight, his words were said through gritted teeth. They may have only been together a few times, but she knew by the grit in his voice that his restraint could only last so long before he was forced to give her what she needed.
She clenched her pussy around his teasing shaft, taunting him. He growled low and deep in the back of his throat before pulling out fully and then ramming into her hard and balls deep. Hanna screamed out, so loud she was sure the people waiting outside could hear, but she didn’t care. As he withdrew and slammed into her a second time the dam broke, she shuddered, and she was violently over the edge.
“Oh fuck baby. I love feeling you come.”
Her core milked him, and then flooded his invading dick with her juices. He groaned, his cock thickening within her as he began to fuck her hard and harder, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust, making a light smacking sound to accompany each thrust.
“Mmmmm. Oh God. Oh Bo. Mmmm.” His hammering into her was bringing about a series of mini orgasms. Her juices seeped past his dick and began to drip down her inner thighs. She tightened her grip on the chair. She was becoming lightheaded from the bombardment of orgasms. It was good. Too good and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Almost there, sweetie.”
Bo’s left hand released her hip and reached around her, spreading her pussy lips; he pinched her clit between his fingers.
“I’m there!” The triple pleasure sent her spiralling, once again, over the edge.
“Ohhhhh yes!” Bo groaned as he slammed into her a final time.
This time her orgasm was strong, lasting longer than the previous. Her orgasm was accompanied by a burst of his cum filling her completely. They moaned together, both taking pleasure in their amazing union. Bo’s body trembled behind her as the final burst of his semen filled her.
“Oh baby.” Bo released his ironclad grip on his hips and released her clit. Gently he pulled the butt plug from her ass and she let out a satisfied sigh of relief. His cock came next and as he dislodged himself a stream of their fluids coated her inner thighs, running down her legs.
“Shit. I didn’t think this through. Hold on a second, babes.”
Hanna couldn’t help but laugh as she watched him yank up his pants and race across the store in search of paper towels or a cloth or anything that could help clean up the mess that was seeping down her legs and dripping onto the floor.
The best he could come up with was a scarf. Her laughter increased as he bent behind her and attempted to clean her up. Standing, she took the scarf from him and sat down on the wooden chair. “How about you finish the shopping? I’ll take care of this and get dressed.”
He raked a hand through his hair and joined in her laughter. “I suppose I should. Guess we’re going to buy that outfit.” His eyes shifted to the scarf as she wiped her inner thighs and the drips of cum from the chair. “And the scarf. And maybe even that chair.”
Her laughter became so loud and hard her stomach began to ache. One thing was for sure. Life with Bo Savage was going to be anything but boring.
Chapter Fourteen
Three Weeks Later
“The last concert, baby! And then we can spend the next month enjoying some down time together.” Bo leaned over her and gave her a quick celebratory kiss. “You coming?” He extended his hand to her, to help her from the sofa in his dressing room.
“In a minute. I’ll be there before you guys hit the second song.”
Bo’s face fell. They’d barely left each other’s side for the past few weeks and she was always off to the side of the stage watching his conce
rts. After a moment he nodded. “Alright.” He frowned as he eyed her suspiciously. “Something wrong?”
Hanna huffed. She hated that she was such a bad liar. “No. I’m fine. Just feeling a little queasy. Must have had some bad shrimp for supper.”
“Okay.” He leaned down and gave her a final kiss. “Maybe you should just lie down and take a nap.”
She smiled. “Maybe I might.”
A loud knock sounded at his dressing room door, signalling they were ready for him.
Bo looked at the door, back to her and then back to the door, as if deciding.
“Go!” Hanna gave him a little shove and he chuckled.
“Okay. Fine.”
Hanna waited until the door was closed fully and the hustle outside her door had died down before she stood and made her way over to Bo’s duffle bag. Unzipping it she rummaged through his personal items until she came to what she was looking for. His iPad. She wished Jackie were there with her. Jackie’s mom had gotten in a car accident and Jackie had decided to go back home to be with her mother. Hanna had been tempted to send her a text message or call, but she didn’t want to add to Jackie’s worries with her silly insecurities. When Jackie had time and felt up to it, she’d call.
Turning on the iPad, she did something she’d promised herself and Bo she wouldn’t do. She searched the tabloids for gossip on her and Bo. To her dismay there was a lot and she found herself sorry she’d decided to go snooping. Her identity was fully disclosed. People she knew in high school had come forward and spoken about how she’d been a fat dork in high school and how they couldn’t believe she could land someone like him.
There were insinuations that she was a gold digger and harsh comments on her looks and how she was too chubby to be with him. That he should be with supermodels, not girls who could stand to lose thirty or so pounds. There were also accusations that Bo was neglecting his music and disappointing his fans because he was devoting all of his time to her. The tabloids called her toxic and a career killer.
Close to two hours had gone by before she was finished reading the articles and headlines; tears were streaming down her cheeks and she sobbed silently. People were so cruel. It felt like high school all over again, but this time worse because the perceived undeserving fat girl had gotten the captain of the football team.
“Holy shit!” Hanna exclaimed, looking at the time. The concert was almost over and she hadn’t even gone out yet. Grabbing a tissue she wiped her eyes and sniffed, trying to make herself look better than she actually felt. She once again cursed herself for opening Pandora’s Box.
Standing she was about to put the iPad back, when a knock sounded at the door. Clutching the iPad to her chest she walked over to the door and opened it to reveal the band manager, Victor.
Surprised to see Victor standing before her, she took a step back. “Victor. Hi. Ummm.” She could smell the alcohol coming off of him from several feet away.
“Can I come in?” He didn’t wait for a response, but brushed past her and into the dressing room. “I’d like to talk to you.”
“Ummmm. Sure.”
He sat down on the sofa and motioned for her to take a seat next to him. In the past month that she’d known Bo, she could count on one hand how many times she’d spoken more than five words to him. He seemed to avoid her like the plague, like she was a nuisance or inconvenience. She’d learned to simply avoid him.
She sat down and waited for him to reveal the reason for his showing up.
“What’s that?”
She looked down at the iPad and shrugged. “Nothing. Just entertaining myself until Bo gets back.”
“We need to talk.”
The tabloid articles long forgotten, Hanna’s mind was spinning trying to read Victor and get a hint of what was going on.
“As you may know the public hasn’t had much support for your relationship with Bo.”
The articles came crashing down to the forefront of her mind again and she fought to keep the tears from coming. “And…”
“My intention isn’t to be rude or mean in any way, but when you really think about it many of the points they’re making are valid. You don’t belong with Bo, Hanna. I know it’s been fun, but Bo has a career to worry about and you’re jeopardizing it.”
Hanna flinched as if she’d been physically hit. “Bo wants to be with me. And I want to be with him. We’re happy, Victor.”
Victor reached out to touch her jean-clad leg, but she jerked backwards out of his reach. “Honey, you’re just a phase. Longer than most, but a phase. However, you’re the first fling that Bo’s had that is potentially damaging to his career.”
Hanna’s frown deepened. How could Bo being happy be a bad thing? “I don’t understand.”
Reaching into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, Victor pulled out a checkbook and a silver pen. “How much is it going to take to have you walk away? You might as well take some money and leave as to wait around until Bo gets bored of you and get nothing. You go back to that little town of yours with no job, no prospects if you stay. I’m offering a way out.”
“I don’t… I… I don’t want your money.”
“How does two million sound?” Not waiting for a reply, Victor began writing up a check for two million.
Hanna’s jaw clenched as the anger began to build up within her. She sat up straight, squaring her shoulders. “I don’t want your money.”
The sympathetic smile he’d been wearing faded and his expression turned to anger; a coil of fear formed in her stomach. She inched away from him.
“I’ve worked a long time getting these boys to where they need to be. Some coffeehouse bimbo isn’t going to ruin it for them!”
“Bo’s a grown man, he knows what he wants.”
Victor huffed. “Why can’t you be as sensible as your friend was?”
“Jackie took the money?”
“Of course she did. Took it and ran like any woman with half a brain does.”
“But her mother was in an accident.”
“Yeah, and she took the money and agreed not to come back. At least she had some common sense to see what she really was. A temporary fuck.”
“Do you do this with all the women?”
He huffed. “Those with half a brain take it. Now be a good little girl and accept the money and go home. This is a one-time offer.” He finished writing the check and shoved it into her hand.
“No!” Crumpling up the check she tossed it at him in disgust. The anger she’d been harbouring over the years of being bullied and picked on came raging to the surface. She was done being a victim. “If Bo doesn’t want to be with me anymore then fine, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you run me off!”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re going to take the money. And you’re going to leave or God help me…” His eyes turned menacing. It was evident he wasn’t accustomed to someone saying no to him, and he didn’t take no well.
Doing her best to keep her voice even, she lifted her chin and met his gaze. “Please leave.”
“Take the money!”
“No!”
“Can’t you see. You’re not worthy of him. He needs a beautiful woman on his arm, not one that’s a candy bar away from needing two seats on an airplane.”
Although she knew it wasn’t true, the comment still hurt. Lashing out on instinct, her hand drew back and she slapped him, hard, across the jaw.
Victor froze as if in shock for a split second. “You fucking whore!” He grunted and lunged. Pulling his hand back, he slammed it into her jaw. “You will not ruin all the hard work I’ve put into that group.”
A bolt of pain shot through her as a salty, metallic taste filled her mouth. Her head began to throb and she closed her eyes as she saw his hand draw back to strike a second time. Just as his fist was about to make contact with her face, his weight was lifted and there was a crash as presumably his body was thrown across the room.
With hesitation, she opened her eyes and gasped as she saw Antho
ny hovering over Victor, his fist making contact with the other man’s jaw. Two blows and the older man went limp, knocked out. She yelped and struggled to her feet. As she stood her head began to spin and she fell back onto the sofa.
“You okay?” Anthony hurried across the room to her just as the world went dark to her.
“He did what!”
“Yeah man. Let me take care of the girls here. Go see her. They took Victor to the hospital, he’s already gone. She’s a little woozy, but I think she’ll be okay.” Anthony turned to the girls and gave them a smile. “Ladies. I may not be the big man, but I’m much more fun. And single.”
I’m going to fucking kill him! Bo sprinted from the backstage area to his dressing room. The band had been considering replacing Victor for a while now; this sealed Victor’s fate.
“She’s fine, man,” Anthony called after him, but Bo barely heard him. All he could think about was all the bullshit that Hanna had been through to be with him and now she was getting physically assaulted on top of it all! She didn’t deserve all the bullshit she’d been through. He cursed himself for letting anything happen to her. He should have been there. He should have…
Ah, damn it!
He raced into the open dressing room to see two paramedics crouched in front of Hanna, one holding an ice pack to her rapidly swelling lip, while the other one busied herself with putting away their gear.
“Hanna!” He ran into the room and pushed past the paramedics to pull her into his arms. “Oh my God Hanna, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Bo!” She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight to him. “God, I’m glad you’re here.”
“I can’t believe I let this happen. Are you okay?”
She nodded, but the stiffness in her body told him differently. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Taking the ice pack from the paramedic he turned to them. “Is she okay?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then leave us.”
The paramedics finished packing up and left the room, closing the door behind them.
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