by Sara Fields
“I’ll let her enjoy one last night of freedom. Tomorrow, I’m going to rock her world and when it’s all over, I’m going to take her,” I answered.
“She won’t go quietly,” he said as he cocked his head.
“Then she’ll be spending quite a bit of time over my knee, won’t she?” I smirked.
He grinned.
“If she gives you a hard time, don’t be afraid to give her a taste of your belt,” he remarked.
I chuckled.
“Don’t you worry, Eric. I’m more than ready to teach her of her rightful place,” I replied.
Eric and I trailed Chloe’s taxi all the way to her apartment building. I didn’t take my eyes off of her as she paid for her taxi or even when she walked inside. Using my phone, I watched as she entered her apartment. Once she shut her door, she peeled off her jacket and started to undress.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
She was so fucking perfect.
I couldn’t wait to bare her gorgeous body for myself tomorrow night. I would enjoy every whimper and protest when I exposed her bare nipples and I would especially enjoy the moment I discovered just how wet she was for me after I stripped her completely.
She would fight me. I expected her to.
She was a feisty little thing and I would enjoy breaking her, first over my knee and then over every last inch of my cock.
Chapter 6
Chloe
That night, I dreamed of Silas. Images of what had happened up on that stage and what occurred back in my dressing room plagued me for hours and when I finally woke up, I was soaking wet.
I groaned, feeling the residual pulse of my desire tingling through me and before I could stop myself, I grasped my bare nipples between my fingers and squeezed them hard, just like he would have done.
The sun shone through my lone window, bright beams of lights that drew across the floor. I pushed myself up onto my hands and sucked in a breath as my bottom pressed against the bed. I reached between my legs and slowly explored the arousal that slicked my thighs. I shuddered as I dragged a single finger against my clit.
With a soft sigh, I jerked my hand away. I shouldn’t do that. Getting myself off while thinking of him was not something that I would willingly do.
My clit seemed to throb in open annoyance to my own self-denial.
A phone started ringing somewhere. The ringtone was unfamiliar, and I looked around, trying to find it before I missed the call. There was a brand-new iPhone sitting on my dresser, glowing bright against the dark cherry wood. I flipped the covers off and rushed over to it. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Good morning. I’m looking for a Miss Chloe Banks?” a woman on the other end said.
“This is her speaking,” I replied.
“My name is Denise Rivers. I’m the musical talent coordinator at the Radio City Music Hall. The opening act for Ariana Grande just cancelled for tonight, and your name was next on the list to replace them. Can you be here at five o’clock for a quick rehearsal and sound check?” she explained.
For a long second, I stood there speechless. That was only seven hours from now.
“Miss Banks? I need an answer,” she pushed.
“Yes. Yes, I can be there,” I replied as quickly as I could.
“Good. Wardrobe has already been informed of your measurements, so they are readying your stage outfit. Hair and makeup will be done on site. A car will arrive for you at promptly four-thirty. I look forward to meeting you tonight, Miss Banks,” she explained.
“Thank you, Denise. I look forward to meeting you too,” I answered.
She hung up the phone.
I stood there for several minutes in disbelief.
What the fuck just happened?
Radio City Music Hall was one of the biggest music venues in all of New York City. It sat nearly six thousand people and would be the largest audience I’d ever been given the chance to perform to by far. I’d been to it a few times as a patron and had dreamed of the day that I would be able to sing up on that stage.
That day had finally come. I would have never imagined that it would be this soon.
How had I even gotten on that list? Maybe it was my agent or maybe it was someone else.
Like the man I’d met and fucked last weekend and dreamed about every night ever since.
I groaned.
It had to be. My agent wasn’t particularly well known, but he’d gotten me a number of decent enough gigs to where I felt like I was moving up in the music world. Plus, he’d been the one to be able to secure a meeting with a rep from Atlantic Records, so I didn’t really have any complaints.
But this was so much bigger. This was the kind of life-changing gig that could kick-start my career or whatever was left of it after last weekend. I had to get ready.
I quickly brushed my teeth and hurried into the shower, jumping under the water before it heated up all the way and shivering from its cool bite. I squirted my favorite cherry-scented shampoo into my palm and massaged it into my hair. I cleansed myself with my soft loofa, ensuring to be gentle between my thighs because I was still ridiculously aroused from all the raunchy dreams I’d been having.
With a hard shiver, I forced my hand from in between my legs and rinsed off the soap and shampoo. After that, I conditioned my hair, using my usual brand first before I washed that off and used my deep conditioner. I carefully brushed my hair and rinsed before I shaved my legs, my underarms, and my pussy. Then I used a few additional exfoliating scrubs to make sure that my skin would be soft and radiant under the bright stage lights tonight.
I sighed and let the water stream down my body, enjoying the feeling of the warm spray peppering my skin. My stomach was fluttering with butterflies at the prospect of performing to such a massive audience. It had been a long time since I’d felt stage fright like this, and it was refreshing at the same time that it was equally terrifying.
When I was finally finished, I reluctantly turned off the water. With a soft sigh, I grabbed a clean towel and wrapped myself in its fluffy softness before I stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off after that.
I left the bathroom and sat down on my bed. I massaged some lotion into my legs and all over the rest of my body. When I was finally done, I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a soft cotton shirt. I pampered myself a bit more with a facemask and when that was done, I made myself something to eat. It was only about lunchtime when I finally finished getting ready and I sighed, willing the time to move faster.
For a while, I went over my material. Feeling inspired, I even started writing another song and hummed the tune while I strummed slowly on my guitar. I watched the clock the entire time and when it finally neared quarter after four, I slipped on a pair of cute flats and shrugged on my favorite brown leather jacket. I grabbed the phone that had been mysteriously left for me and left my studio, locking the door behind me before I rushed down the stairs into the crisp fall air.
It was early October and it was still warm enough to walk outside with just my leather jacket. I walked down the block and bought myself an iced coffee. I sat down on the brick stairs right outside my building and waited for the car that was coming to get me. For a while, I watched couples and individuals walk by, hurrying along to make it to work or whatever they had planned to be doing on this Saturday night.
I felt so jittery. I was anxious and excited about the show, and I couldn’t wait.
I saw the limo turn around the corner and I tried to keep my cool despite the fact that it was one of the nicest ones I’d ever seen. It was a beige Chrysler and it was so clean it very nearly sparkled under the light of the sun. I stood up and approached the limo as it pulled up, very aware of the fact that everyone on the street had turned to watch me. Nice cars didn’t drive through my neighborhood. There was no reason for anyone with money to come here.
The limo stopped and a man in a suit stepped out. He walked to the ba
ck of the limo and opened the door for me. Carefully, I climbed in the back and he shut the door behind me. There was a chilled glass of champagne waiting for me and I took it in my fingers as the driver got back inside. I sipped at it slowly as the car drove away. I closed my eyes briefly and enjoyed the taste of it as I readied myself for the ride of my life.
When we pulled up to the back entrance of the music hall, I was ushered into hair and makeup immediately before I was rushed into wardrobe for several quick fittings. The next several hours passed by in a rush, and I tried my best to make the best of every single moment.
I ended up befriending several of the flamboyant designers as they ogled and critiqued each dress that they put me in until they found their favorite one. They fawned over me for what felt like forever before they even allowed me a second to look at what they’d ultimately chosen in a mirror.
The winning number was a tight pink little dress that hugged my curves. The sweetheart neckline was lined with lace and the fabric gathered around my hips in a way that accentuated my small waist. It was covered in tiny sparkling gemstones that would catch the lights and glimmer as I swayed my hips and sang my songs for everyone watching.
When all that was through, I was finally brought to the stage where I was guided through a quick rehearsal of the hour-long show that I had hastily planned. The music had already been passed to the live band and once we established the song order, the rest of the time passed by in a rather well-coordinated rush.
I was brought to my dressing room, where I nervously sipped on a second glass of champagne and waited for the show to begin. When the time finally came for the night of my life to start, I was led backstage. From the wings, I looked out at the packed audience and trembled with the slightest bit of stage fright. The lights were so bright that I could only see a few rows of people, but I knew they were there. I pressed my fingers against my belly and took a deep breath.
I could do this.
The first few beats to my song started to play and I walked out onto the stage toward the mic that was waiting for me in the center. I took it in my hands and grinned, looking out into the crowd. The lights were so bright they were practically blinding, and I had to blink several times in order to get used to them. I wrapped my fingers around the mic as they roared in excitement as I took my place before them.
“How are you doing tonight, New York!” I said excitedly into the mic, glancing at the few rows of people that I could see, and my eyes stopped on a single man sitting center stage in the front row. My mouth went dry at the sight of him.
Silas.
The moment that his eyes caught mine, I blushed heavily, and I had to look away, too ashamed to hold his gaze. I felt the pull of his gaze on me though and when I turned back, there was a prideful expression painted all over his face. His eyes crinkled just a bit when he smiled, and his warm irises stared back at me with expectation. I watched him study my outfit, carefully dragging his eyes up and down my body in calculated appreciation.
It made me feel sexy. My pussy tightened with desire at seeing him once again. I licked my lips and the crowd roared in excitement.
The beats to my first song began.
I felt so alive.
It was time to put on a show. Somehow, I knew that Silas had arranged for this opportunity for me and I wasn’t going to waste it. This was a chance to show the world what I was capable of and I was going to take it.
Slowly, I swayed my hips from side to side as the drumbeats boomed out into the arena. The crowd cheered for me and their applause made my heart pulse with excitement. All the nervousness I’d felt earlier fled away and I situated the mic just far enough away from my mouth before I started to sing.
That night, I put on the show of my life. I sang and danced to the best of my ability, running through each routine as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I worked the crowd and they screamed and applauded each number as if I was the main act itself.
It was the most surreal thing I had ever experienced.
As I danced and sang, my eyes kept returning to the man in the front row. I belted out each lyric as if I was singing just for him and he smiled, his gaze growing darker as the night when on. When I rocked my hips back and forth, I looked right at him, openly challenging him in front of everyone watching.
I gave the performance of my life that night and I hoped that the press would be talking about it for days to come. When I finally put the mic back into its stand, I took a deep breath and enjoyed the floaty feeling of a successful gig as the sound of applause overtook everything else. By the time my performance drew to a close, I felt positively overjoyed. It was the best night of my career yet, hands down.
It was an intoxicating feeling. Even now, I could feel that my nipples were hard and that my panties were soaking wet. I wasn’t quite certain if it was because of how well the show went or if it was because I had been performing for Silas all along.
I glanced in his direction one last time before I waved goodbye to the screaming crowd. He smirked as his eyes caught mine, causing a cold shiver to race down my spine. It was as if he knew something and I didn’t. I tried to ignore it. My heart pounded as I strode off the stage and I tried to focus on the overwhelming feelings of a successful show instead of him, but it was so very hard. There was another chilled glass of champagne as well as a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries waiting for me. I grabbed one and took a big bite, moaning with pleasure as the sweet flavors washed across my tongue. I finished the decadent treat in a few bites and as I was reaching for the glass of bubbly, I heard the door open and close behind me. I wondered if it was Silas and my pussy clenched expectedly.
I turned and Damon was there instead, patiently waiting with his hands folded in front of him.
“Gather your things and come with me,” he instructed.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, still floating on an adrenaline high. I felt so giddy it was hard to focus on anything else.
“There’s a limo waiting for you around back. I’m to fetch you and bring you to it,” he answered. Again, there was something evasive about the way he answered me, but I chose to ignore it. I took a tiny sip of champagne before placing the nearly full glass back on the table.
“Would you mind turning around so that I could change?” I asked him and he shook his head.
“There’s no need. I suggest you stay dressed as you are,” he replied, and I wondered if I was being taken to another show or after-party of some kind. With a shrug, I nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. I followed him out of the venue and into a waiting limo. I slid inside, only to find myself staring into the eyes of the man who’d made this all happen.
“I’m proud of you, little one,” he purred, and I swallowed nervously as I tried to figure out what I wanted to say to show him how much I appreciated what he’d done for me tonight. I wondered what he’d expect from me in exchange.
“Silas,” I whispered. “I don’t know how you managed to arrange something like this but thank you. This means a great deal to me. More than I could ever put into words,” I added.
“I take care of what’s mine,” he murmured. For a moment, I was a bit taken aback by his words and I let him know.
“I’m not yours,” I sneered, and he smirked back in my direction. He didn’t make an effort to correct me, but he lifted his chin with amusement as he stared boldly back at me.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked him.
“You’re coming with me back to my penthouse,” he answered.
“I’m not going with you,” I replied. I pushed the door handle and it didn’t open. I was locked inside. “Let me out,” I growled.
“You belong to me now, little one. You’re going to be my pet and tonight, I will be using every one of your pretty little holes. The only thing left for you to decide now is if you’d prefer to be fucked at my penthouse or back onstage as an encore to your performance,” he replied.
I stared back at him in shock a
nd my mouth fell open into a shape of an ‘o.’
“Make your decision, my little pet, or else I’ll bare your pretty bottom and spank you right here until you’re ready to make a choice,” he threatened, and my pussy tightened hard with arousal.
I swallowed heavily, knowing that there was only one right answer. I had no doubt that he would make good on his threat and a jolt of anxious arousal raced through me.
“I choose to go back to your penthouse,” I whispered. I closed my eyes for a long moment before I opened them again. His control surrounded me like a blanket, comforting and terrifying all in the same breath.
He smiled. He’d known I was going to make that choice.
“If I slid my fingers into your pretty little pussy right now, what would I find, my little pet?” he asked darkly, and an aroused shiver raced down my spine.
My nipples pebbled into hard painful peaks and my heart throbbed loudly in my ears. I didn’t want to give in, but I felt the mesmerizing pull all the same.
“You’d find that my little pussy was very wet, sir,” I replied.
“Good,” he answered, a small smirk playing at the edges of his lips.
He’d known the answer, but he’d made me say it anyway. The hardest part of it all was that it made me wetter to admit the mortifying betrayal of my very own body straight to his face.
He probably knew that too.
When I met his eyes, his smile widened even further and I knew that he did.
Chapter 7
Chloe
As the limo pulled away from the curb, Silas reached for me. I stared back at him, fretfully flicking my eyes from his back down to his outstretched fingers and he chuckled.
“It will be a long ride for you if I have to come over there. Not only will you get a very hard spanking, but you’ll spend the rest of ride to my penthouse with your panties around your knees and your dress bunched up around your waist sitting on a very sore little bottom,” he countered, and I chewed my lower lip anxiously.
