“How about you stop thinking of how bad it can get and instead focus on how beautiful it can be? Do you think I’m a child who doesn’t know how to handle a few difficulties, or do you think me so weak I’ll bolt at the first sign of trouble? How about you give me a little credit here.” He sounds a little frustrated, and I can’t blame him. Still, his gaze on me is tender, and his arms around me are steady and reassuring. “I’m not saying I expect it to be easy. In fact, I expect it to get really frustrating sometimes. Like any other relationship. But I’m saying I love you enough that I don’t care what it is we face. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care how hard it becomes. I’m willing to face my demons for us.” He waves his arm at the store. “I’m willing to stand here and help you overcome those fears you have until you agree to be with me. And after, I am more than willing to face every demon, trouble, hardship that stands in our way. Because I love you in a way I’ve never loved anyone before. Question is, what are you afraid of?”
“You,” I answer simply and truthfully. I turn and walk away from him, grateful when he makes no attempt to come closer to me.
“What do you mean?”
“I thought it was clear by now. I’m afraid of losing you. I’m afraid that every day I spend with you, I fall in love with you more and more until a day is going to come I won’t be able to live without you.” I whirl around and face him, not caring that I’m baring all my vulnerabilities to him. “I let you spank me and call you master, for fuck’s sake. Not even Jane would believe I would accept to be so submissive. And not only do I love it, it’s like I’m fucking addicted to it. Like, it feels so right being that way with you. And I’m afraid I’m losing more and more of myself to you every day.”
He walks forward then. Not stopping until he’s right in front of me. To my shock, he suddenly drops to his knees in front of me, and the first thing I think is that he is going to ask me to marry him. He can’t. Hell, I’m still struggling to accept continuing to see him. Still, I’m not sure I won’t say yes if he does. The fantasy of spending the rest of my life with him so appealing I know I’m doomed for life to forever want it.
“You say you’re losing yourself to me every day. Well, I already lost myself to you a long time ago, and I don’t care. It feels right, and I’d not exchange that feeling for anything else in the world.” He looks up at me with those eyes, and I feel the most powerful I have ever felt in my life. “I don’t care about the submissive thing even though I think it’s fucking amazing that you could be with me in a way you’ve been with no one else. That you trust me enough to take that chance with me . . .”
“Like I had a choice,” I mumble. “You didn’t give me a chance.”
“But,” he continues, “If you say you never want to call me master again or don’t ever want me to be dominant when we’re inside, it’s going to be hard, but I can think of other creative ways to make you come. It’s not about that, Katie. It’s not about the dominant thing, or you being a celebrity. It’s about you. The way you smile at me in the bedroom and outside. You’re smart and kind and generous. You’re tough as nails when you need to be. Then you walk into my arms, all soft and female, and I just melt. You make me a better person, and I’m not giving up on that for any reason. Not because you have some doubts. Or because of what some idiots on the internet decide to say about us.”
“I’m supposed to be the poet,” I whisper again. To be honest, at this point I’ve pretty much accepted that this is going to happen. “What do you want?” I finally ask.
“You,” he replies. “I want all of you.”
“You’ve always had me,” I say back. “And now, you don’t ever get to leave. Already gave you that chance. Now, you’re stuck with me forever.”
“Good. I’ll not have it any other way.”
He smiles up at me, still on his knees, the submissive posture looking so out of place on him. Then I see the look in his eyes, and I know what it means for him to go to his knees like this in front of me. It’s like he’s telling me that it doesn’t matter who calls who what in the bedroom, or that I love it when he spanks me and punishes me in exciting ways that make me just want to disobey him more. I have a fucking hold over him that’s more than that. I have a power over him that transcends the physical intimacy of our erotic games. And it’s only fair since he also has that hold over me.
I sink to my knees in front of him so I can look into his face. “I love you, Jake. I love you so much it feels like the rightest thing in the world. And the scariest and the most beautiful things all at once. Only when you look at me like that, it takes away the scary and leaves me with just right and beautiful.”
“I love you too, Katie Dawn. And I am yours now and forever.”
He leans down to kiss me. But I don’t wait for him. I’ve missed his touch too much. I push myself up and meet his kiss halfway, my heart sighing in contentment when I feel the touch of his lips on mine. It’s slow and romantic and sweet, for all of five seconds. Then hunger overcomes tact and yearning, overcomes the desire to draw out what should be a tender moment. I have missed him too much. Even I didn’t know how much until that very moment. His hand holds my neck, and my arms go around his shoulders as the kiss becomes edgy and passionate.
“I’ve fucking missed you so much,” he swears into my mouth. “I swear I started hallucinating and seeing you standing in front of me. Blamed it on all the paint fumes.”
I laugh. Then kiss him again, mind too muddled to form words right then. Hungry, I push him to the floor and straddle him.
“After now, remind me to be mad at you.”
He grins at me. “Why?”
“For waiting so long to change my mind.”
“I told you I was busy trying to be the man that could change your mind.”
“I know.” I slip my hand underneath his shirt and release a harsh breath when I feel his naked skin underneath my hands. “You still took too long.”
“And how soon should I have come?”
“Ten seconds after I walked out of that hotel room,” I reply.
He chuckles. Then grunts when I rake my nails over his nipples.
“Either the paint fumes are still affecting me, or I think you want to have naughty sex on the floor of my gallery.”
My hands go lower until they find something pulsing hard. He groans when I rub his erection over his pants.
“You complaining?” I ask.
He replies by turning me so he’s on top now and kissing me deep and quick. When he lifts his head, my mind’s too scrambled to do anything but clutch blindly at his shirt.
“I was thinking there is no better way to christen this place than to make love with you on the floor. But I was hoping our first time together after so long would be somewhere more . . . romantic.”
“After the speech you gave, I don’t think there is anything more romantic than this.” I reach for his zipper. “Besides, it’s been too long, and unless your somewhere romantic is behind one of those doors.” I nod at two doors at the other end of the room. Probably the restroom and offices. “We’ll have to make do with this.”
He opens his mouth to protest or something. Then snaps it shut when I wrap my hands around him. I chuckle, luxuriating in the power I seem to have over him. It’s great to know I have as much power over him as he does me. Okay, maybe a quarter of the power he has over me. I don’t mind.
“Considering how long it’s been,” he says in a voice thick with need. “You move that hand too fast, and we’ll have us a sticky situation. A very sticky situation.”
I giggle. “I already have a sticky situation between my legs.” I lean in close to him, seductively whispering to him. “A very wet and sticky situation.”
He goes still for all of a second. Then he’s moving with the speed of a race car on steroids. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten naked so fast. I’m pretty sure he’s ripped something off me. I don’t care when it means we’re finally together, skin to skin. He raises himself above me, h
is hips between my legs and his hands on either side of my head as he stares down at me. The tip of him nudges at my sex, and I squirm for him to be quick. Still, he just stands there, staring at me. Driving me crazy.
“Just so you know, the next time you ever leave me, first thing I’m doing after I get you back is turn you over my knee and spank you.”
My pussy creams right then, just before he plunges inside me. And maybe it’s the fact that it has been so long since the last time, or the idea of him spanking me, or the realization that I no longer have to pretend that this is an elaborate and prolonged one-night stand. As soon as the tip of his cock slips into the wet heat of my sex, I cry out in pleasure, my orgasm rocking my body so hard my cries vibrate in my throat. And a few minutes later, he makes me scream yet again, chanting his name like the only litany that can save me from the pleasure that swamps over me in waves. Only this time, he’s groaning out his release right along with me. And just as I feel the last spurt of his release coat the walls of my pussy, he leans down to my ears and whispers, “You’re mine now, Katie Dawn. And I don’t plan on ever losing you. I love you, baby.”
And those words, they force a mini orgasm out of me. Not as powerful as the first two or any of the ones he’s ever given me. But just as potent, because it’s my body reaffirming something my heart knew a long time ago.
“I love you too, Jake. With a love brighter than the light of the sun. More than all the stars in the sky combined. Stronger than anything man has ever known. You make perfect turn from impossible to easy.”
Yep, I can be poetic too. Especially since I mean every fucking word I say.
Chapter 30
I look up from the mirror when the door to my dressing room swings open, not surprised when I see Jake walk in. He told me he was going to be at my show and even called me a few minutes ago when his flight touched down. But I’m excited because he said he has a surprise for me. Of course, the first thing my mind went to was that he was coming to fuck me in my dressing room. It has been almost a week since we were together last, courtesy of my latest world tour, and I’m missing him like crazy. Yeah, all the phone sex and video chat in the world can’t hold a candle to the real thing. So yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing him again. Only I wouldn’t call having sex in my dressing room a surprise considering how many times we’ve done that. Now that he’s standing in front of me, I realize I don’t care what the surprise is. I’m just happy to see him again, and I show this by running forward and jumping on him, hands and legs wrapping around his body. He catches me easily and chuckles as I latcd onto his face and kiss him.
“I guess I don’t need to ask if you missed me.”
I grin at him but don’t let go. I’m not worried about my weight. He has proven over and over again that he doesn’t have any problem holding me up for long period of times.
“How was your flight?”
“Fine. I should probably feel guilty about flying private, but I enjoyed the comfort way too much. Needed my sleep after the gallery showing yesterday.”
I chuckle. “Have you seen the—?”
“Online reviews?” he chuckles, guessing perfectly what I was about to say. “Yes, I’ve seen them. Happy they’re mostly positive.”
“I stayed awake all night waiting for them.” I purse my brow. “And that bitch Sara Burnett can go and choke on a sack of lemons. She was just bitter and blind, talking about your showing being confusing and amateurish. What the hell was she high on?”
Jake chuckles. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting everyone to like it. Art is subjective, after all.”
“I know. I still say she’s a bitter old . . .” I stop and look at him to find him laughing silently. “Why are you laughing?”
“It’s just nice to see how defensive you are of me. You realize I don’t need you to fight my battles for me? At least not this one. I’m fine, baby.”
I grin at him. “I know. I guess I shouldn’t get worked up.” I spy our reflection in the mirror, and my grin gets wider. “I don’t think anyone waiting for me outside would believe it if they saw me cuddled up to a man like this.”
“Why not?” He looks at the mirror. “I think we look great together.”
“Of course we do. But to them, I’m supposed to eat men for lunch and grind their bones under the heels of my boot or something.”
He chuckles. “Well, out there you can be the badass rock chick they want. But in here, you’re my baby girl.”
I nuzzle his cheeks with mine. I don’t mind at all being his baby girl. In fact, I prefer it that way.
“You said you have a surprise for me?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He sets me down and reaches into his pocket.
I go still as I stare at what looks like a jewelry box in his hand. The first thing that comes to mind is that he’s about to pop the question. It’s nothing I haven’t considered or that we haven’t ever talked about, and I know that if he did pop the question right then, I would say yes without hesitation. I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and even though I don’t give much credence to the formality of a traditional marriage, if he wants that, I’ll give it to him. Then I stare at the box and realize it’s bigger than the traditional ring box. Either that, or the rock on that ring must weight a ton. I look up at him.
“For me?”
He nods. He opens the box, and my breath catches when I see what’s inside. It’s a black leather choker with a green textured guitar pick hanging from the end of it.
“I want you to wear this out there, for me.”
I stare at it and then I see how on the pick the decorative etching spells the word “KITTY”, and I know what he is trying to do. It’s the perfect jewelry for a rock star, and while no one else will think anything of it, he will know exactly what it means. And every time he sees me wear it, he’ll know I’m telling the whole world that I belong to him. No matter that they don’t understand. It’s our secret. It’s the perfect gift for someone like me who still isn’t ready to share the truth about our relationship to the world. Despite all the speculations and whispers around us. I silently turn around and lower my head so he can place the choker around my neck. I push my hair out of the way so he can close the clasp, and when I feel it tightened around my neck, I know it’s the best gift I have ever gotten. I turn around and face him.
“It looks perfect on you,” he says in a voice that has gone thick with desire.
I turn around to check it out in the mirror, and I have to admit, it does look perfect on me. I feel him come to stand behind me, and as he wraps his hands around my neck, I feel his erection as he pushes into me.
“Do you think it’s weird that the thought of you wearing that on stage today makes me hard?”
“If it is, then we are one weird couple, because the idea of it is making me wet.”
“How long before you take the stage?” he asks as he walks back and turns the key on the door.
“I don’t care. They’ll wait.”
He stands there at the door, staring at me. “Of course they will. They love you.”
“Not as much as I love you though,” I reply. I don’t need him to tell me what he wants. We’ve done this so many times I can fairly read his mind now, and I see those eyes go dark with approval when I go to my knees and crawl to him.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that, right?” I get to him and slowly come up until my face is level with his crotch. “How the hell did I get the baddest rock star in the world to drop to her knees for me?”
“That’s simple,” I say as I lift my hand to his belt buckle. “First you showed her how much pleasure there was in submitting by giving her orgasm after orgasm. Then you made her fall in love with you. And then showed her the power there is in being submissive.”
He opens his mouth to talk. I don’t let him. My hands find his erection, and I wrap my lips around it. Hearing that sharp intake of breath. Feeling his hand slip into my hair to grip it. Hearing him groan. Yeah, that is pow
er all right, and I luxuriate in it. Around my neck, I feel the delicious weight of my new gift.
Epilogue
A few minutes later, I climb the stage to thunderous applause and cheers. The thousands of fans that come to see me perform are in a frenzy, and I luxuriate in the screams that come toward me. Walking to the mic stand, I pick up my guitar and swing it around my neck, then lift my face. My hair is unbound, and except for lip gloss and dark eyeliner, I wear no other makeup. As for jewelry, I wear only one thing. The choker around my neck. Normally, I scan the crowd, play off their reactions as I begin my set. But today, I lift my head and my eyes fall on one single person, standing right in front of the crowd. My lips curl in a grin, and as my heart beats wildly in my chest, not out of nervousness but from an odd mix of love and joy, I reach up and unclip the pick from the clasp that holds it to the choker. I see Jake’s eyes widened when I do this, and I smile. Yeah, he’s getting the message all right.
I give the signal to my drummer and wait as he launches into the intro for my opener. I slowly pick the chords of my guitar and lean into the mic as I begin to sing of a green-eyed man who stole my heart and wouldn’t let it go.
The End!!
Also by Samantha Morgan
This time, Jaxon doesn’t want to steal anything from Kayla. He wants to give her something instead: the over-his-knee discipline she needs.
Pop sensation Kayla Monroe has just been informed by her record label that her next collaboration will be with the infamous rock star Jaxon Brady — the man who stole everything from her.But as hard as she tries to hate him for the evil thing he did, there’s something about him that continues to tempt her, drawing her further into his web, and risking herself all over again.
Jaxon wants more than a work relationship with the bratty, annoying Kayla. He wants her over his lap, giving her the discipline he knows she needs so desperately. But that’s dangerous, and if he’s wrong, he might lose her forever.
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