by Ellie Norton
My cheeks immediately heated as the anxiety turned to full blown panic. Someone who sounded remarkably like Harold started chanting, "Martel, Martel…" and the rest of the crowd quickly joined in. I let out a little groan, realizing that I wouldn't be able to get out of it now. I glanced up to the balcony above the dance floor and saw Emma watching me. She gave me a nod of encouragement. I nodded, and turned back to the crowd.
"Alright, Alright, I'll do it." I said into the microphone. The crowd responded with another wave of cheers. I cued up the background track for another of Brian's new songs. When the music started to play, I grabbed my booth mic and slipped it out of its stand, grateful that it was also wireless. I headed down to join Brian as he began to sing. I let him sing thru the first verse before jumping in to mix in a different one of his new songs that had the same beat. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. I gave him a nod to indicate he should continue his original song. He started the chorus and the crowd went wild. I faded the second song in and around the song he was singing. When we finished, the roar of the crowd was deafening. We gave bows and then I headed back up to the booth, letting Brian handle the crowd. When he was done with his thanks, I announced, "Alright. Now let's dance!" The crowd cheered again, and I started the next song. Brian and Darrin arrived in the booth together. They both grinned at me.
"Rach, that was amazing!" Brian said, still bouncing with his excitement.
I gave him a smile before turning my attention to my boss who said, "Very well done, Rachel."
"Thanks," I said to them both, taking Brian's microphone and storing it back in its case.
Darrin waited for him to head up to the VIP room before he said, "You're really doing a great job tonight. This is a great success."
"Thanks, sir," I said.
"No, thank you. You are the best find the label has made in years." I blushed and ducked my head. He chuckled and said, "Now, I believe Ms. Parker is dying to congratulate you, so I will send her down, but after that, you make take a break. I believe some of our VIPs would also like to speak with you."
"Alright, thank you, Darrin. This is really a dream come true."
He nodded his understanding and headed up the stairs. I quickly created a playlist that would last for about half an hour, since I didn't know how long I would be away from the booth. I made sure to memorize the last two songs in the list, so I would know when my time was running out. I turned around just as Emma reached the booth.
She launched herself at me, wrapping me in a tight hug and kissing me. I returned the kiss for a moment before pulling back, knowing we were in plain view of the club and I was still working. She grinned at me, "You were amazing. I'm so proud of you. Those songs were amazing, Rachel."
"Thanks, Em," I said grinning.
"You really are one in a million. I love you so much," she said pulling me in for another kiss.
"I love you too," I managed to get out before her lips closed over mine. When we pulled back, I grinned at her. "That was terrifying," I admitted.
She grinned, "I knew you'd be able to do it."
Realization dawned, "That's what you and Brian were talking about."
She looked chagrinned, "Yeah. He asked me how you'd react. Sorry we didn't give you any warning."
I gave her a mock glare for a moment before smiling, "It's really ok. It worked out. I haven't sung in front of that many people since college. I guess I missed it more than I realized."
Emma smiled, "I'm glad you're not mad at me."
"I'm not. Come on, I've got a bit of a break. I've been ordered to mingle with the celebrities."
She chuckled, "Alright, just don't get any ideas."
I smirked, "I won't, Em. I'm yours remember?"
Her eyes darkened, "Yes, I remember." I grinned, and took her hand to lead her up to the upper level of the club. The rest of the night passed in a blur. Several musical stars expressed interest in working with me. I told them they needed to go through Darrin, but I'd be happy to work with them if the scheduling worked out. Emma, Kristen, Ava, and Harold had had a great time, and they all agreed that Brian's new album was amazing and sure to be an instant hit. I even managed to get in my dance with Emma. Kristen, Ava and Harold all left around 3am. Emma decided to stay and wait for me. When we left the club after it had closed, I was completely blown away when we were surrounded by paparazzi. They had apparently gotten word of my performance with Brian and decided that I was interesting enough for the tabloids. They shouted questions at us, but we just pushed past them with the help of a couple of the club's bouncers and climbed into my car.
Once we had gotten safely away, I grinned over at Emma and said, "That was an amazing night. Thank you for being there. It wouldn't have been the same without you."
She smiled, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I love you, Rachel."
"I love you too, Emma."
Chapter 14
Exhaustion was starting to overwhelm the excitement of the night by the time I pulled into the driveway of Emma's house. I made my way through the house to the foyer without thinking about it. I was stopped by Ava's voice calling out from the living room. "Rachel! That was so amazing tonight!"
I turned and was surprised to see Ava, Harold and Kristen sitting around the living room, apparently making themselves comfortable in Emma's house. "Hey, guys I didn't think you'd still be awake," I said, trying to hide my sudden discomfort.
Kristen apparently noticed because she jumped up and wrapped me into a hug, whispering, "I moved the collar when they decided to stay. I'm sorry, but I didn't know if Harold knew."
I relaxed slightly, and whispered, "Thanks. Will you please give it to Emma."
"Sure, Rach," She replied and then she was gone.
Harold came over to give me a hug. "Thanks, for inviting me tonight. You were awesome."
I smiled, "Thanks." He pulled back and I felt the familiar warmth of Emma's arms circle my waist. I leaned back into her and let myself relax. Kristen came back in behind Emma and sat back down on the couch.
"Would you like to stay the night?" Emma asked Ava and Harold.
"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Emma," Harold said enthusiastically.
"Sure, thanks," was Ava's reply.
"Alright, I'm taking Rachel to bed. Kristen we'll be in the back bedroom, so you can take my bed, and you guys can fight it out for the guest room," she said waving at Ava and Harold.
Harold just grinned, nodding at Emma, but Ava's mouth had risen in a smirk as she watched the slight blush that colored Kristen's cheeks at the mention of the backroom. I wanted to comment, but Emma was already turning me to take me to bed. Instead I called back over my shoulder, "Night, guys. We can talk more in the morning."
Emma led me into the playroom, making sure to close and lock the door behind us. When she turned back to me, she said, "Thanks for telling Kristen to give me the collar."
I shrugged, reaching up to pull of my necklace. "It's yours to offer me, not hers."
She smiled and moved to pull me into a hug. "Thank you."
I leaned my head on her shoulder tiredly. "You're welcome, but can I please have it now. I'm really exhausted and I'd like to go to bed soon," I said on a yawn.
Emma chuckled, "So demanding." She pulled back to look into my eyes. "Alright, love. I'll let it pass this once. Here you go."
She offered me the collar, and I stared at it dumbfounded for a moment, trying to figure out where it had been. Then I realized I was too tired to care, since all of the night's adrenaline had long since evaporated. I buckled the leather around my neck. As my worries and stress faded away, the last of my strength disappeared and I slumped against my mistress. "Sorry, Mistress," I mumbled as she pulled me closer to her.
"It's ok, love." She said, quickly lifting me in her arms and carrying me to the bed. I smiled sleepily at her and she chuckled. When she set me carefully onto the bed, she said, "Let's get these off you." Her fingers moved to the buttons of my vest. I tried to help her, but my hands
were too clumsy to do anything other than get in her way. She lightly slapped them out of the way and peeled my clothes off me. Once I was naked, she ordered me to crawl onto the bed. I obeyed and found my eyes closing against my will as Emma began stripping off her dress. I was sound asleep before she joined me.
When I woke, I found Emma spooned up against my back, her arm curled protectively around my waist. I smiled and rolled over to face her. She blinked, smiling at me. "Morning, Mistress," I said.
"Morning, love," She mumbled, giving me a quick kiss before leaning back into the pillow, her eyes still closed. "Go back to sleep, Rachel. It's still early."
I wanted to curl back into her, but we had other people in the house, and I was wide-awake. "I'm awake now, Mistress. May I get up and make breakfast for you and our guests?" I asked.
She cracked one eye open and sighed, "Alright, go ahead. Come back and get me when it's ready."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said quickly rolling to get out of bed.
Emma's arm shot out and grabbed the collar before I actually made it to my feet. She pulled me back to her and I let out a startled yelp. "Kiss me first, my pet," She said. I immediately obeyed, pressing my lips to her. She released my collar, and her hand trailed down to massage my breast. Heat raced through me and I moaned into her mouth. She released me. "Ok, now you may go make me breakfast."
I was panting with need, but managed to huskily say, "Yes, Mistress." She chuckled and grabbed my silk robe before I hurried from the room.
I made a detour past the living room on my way to the kitchen. I wanted to see who had ended up on the couch. But the couch was empty. I smirked, wondering who had ended up in bed with whom last night. Since both bedroom doors were still closed, I'd have to wait to find out. I went into the kitchen, quickly pulling out the ingredients I would need. I decided to put together a full breakfast spread with pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns. I took the better part of an hour to get everything ready. I carefully placed it in the warm oven and went to wake everyone. I dutifully woke my mistress first.
I quietly crossed the room, kneeling at the side of the bed to reach out and gently brushing my fingers along her cheek. "Mistress Bonita, your breakfast is ready," I said gently.
She stirred, rolling to look at me with a smile. "Thank you, my pet."
"You're welcome."
"Is anyone else up yet?" She asked as she sat up and stretched.
"No, Mistress. I woke you first," I answered breathily, not able to take my eyes off her amazing body.
She looked over and noticed my attention. She smirked, and said, "Rachel, go wake the others."
I jumped, startled. "Yes, Mistress," I said, a slight blush rushing to my cheeks. She chuckled and I moved to obey.
I knocked quietly on Emma's bedroom door before opening it a crack and peeking inside. I could feel my eyes go wide when I saw the empty bed. I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. It was completely empty and the bed obviously hadn't been slept in. I shut the door and moved quickly down the hall to the guest room. I loudly knocked and called, "Hey guys, wake up! Breakfast is ready."
I heard muffled curses from inside and chuckled. I really wanted to take a peek inside, but managed to restrain myself. I turned to head back to the kitchen and saw Emma standing behind me in the hallway, her eyebrow raised. "Why did you just yell, my pet? It's incredibly rude to wake someone up that way," she said dangerously.
The smile died from my lips, and I had to swallow hard against the sudden need to submit to her before I could speak. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't want to walk in on whatever they might be doing."
"What do you mean, Rachel?" She snapped out.
"Um, I think all three of your guests are sharing the guest room," I said quietly.
My mistress' eyes went wide and she threw open her bedroom door to look inside. Seeing its untouched state, she turned back to me. "I'm sorry, love. I don't blame you for yelling to wake them. I would have done the same," she said kindly.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied stiffly, still feeling a little raw from her sudden anger, which I knew I hadn't deserved.
Emma immediately moved to me, and I looked away, suddenly angry at the apology I saw in her eyes. She reached out to gently cup my cheek and guide my eyes back to her face. I gritted my teeth and refused to meet her gaze. "Rachel, I'm sorry that I snapped at you."
"It's fine, Mistress," I answered curtly.
Her sharp indrawn breath was the only warning I had before her fingers fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. She didn't stop when my head was as far back as it would go and I collapsed onto my knees. She kept my head back as she loomed over me. "Who do you belong to Rachel?"
"You, I belong to you, Mistress Bonita," I gasped out. As the words left my lips, a shudder ran through me and my anger faded away.
"Are you done acting like a spoiled brat?" She snarled.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry," I said, tears starting to fill my eyes at her displeasure.
"Fine, go to the playroom. I will join you in a moment," She said, releasing my hair. As I rushed down the hall, I heard Emma knock on the guestroom door saying, "Rachel and I need a few minutes before breakfast so you have about 10 minutes to put some clothes on."
I didn't hear if they responded as I moved into the playroom and knelt in the middle of the floor. Emma came in a moment later, shutting and locking the door behind her. She studied me for a moment, and then asked, "What the hell was that, Rachel?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, Mistress," I said honestly, studying the carpet between us.
"Please look at me," she said gently and I slowly looked up to meet her eyes. She studied me for a long time before she asked, "What do you want right now, Rachel?"
I shifted, and said, "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean, if you and I were alone in this house right now, what would you want?" She asked, still studying me from across the room.
The answer spilled from my lips before I was even aware that I had an answer. "I'd want you to force me to submit completely to you, Mistress."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Fine, I will attend to those needs a little later, as we do currently have guests. In the meantime, kneel over the bench, I have something to tide you over until I can have you at my mercy."
I just stared at her. "Why, Mistress? I disrespected you in your home," I said, completely confused.
She smiled understandingly at me. "Because love, you need this. Last night was an incredible high for you. One that put you in total control over a large crowd for hours. Your mixes had them all enthralled. So now you are desperately craving the opposite. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Em, you're right. I do feel really off-balance." I said finally making sense of the emotional turmoil I was feeling.
Her eyes narrowed at my use of her first name, and when I'd finished, she barked out, "I know. Now fucking bend over that bench, Rachel!"
"Yes, Mistress," spilled from my lips, even as I immediately moved to obey her.
"Good, girl." She said in a voice that still held a note of danger and I shivered. My mistress moved up behind me, speaking in a quiet demanding voice that sent nerves racing along my skin. "Put your hands on your head and spread your thighs." As I moved to obey, I felt something shift and relax within me. Before I had time to contemplate the change, my mistress' hand fell sharply across my ass five times in quick succession. I gasped, feeling myself instantly grow damp as I struggled not to move.
Emma abruptly stood and moved to her cabinet, calling back over her shoulder to me. "That was for using my name without permission. Do not move and do not speak." I nodded into the bench, unsure whether she would see it. She returned quickly, kneeling behind me. "This may not make breakfast the most pleasant experience for you, my pet. But I believe it will hold you over until we have privacy. Do you understand?" Again I nodded. "Good, now relax, but do not come." I started to nod my understanding when I felt the thick dildo press against my opening. I let o
ut a startled gasp as my mistress slowly slid it into me. It was so large that I could barely take all of it. I felt it pump within me twice, causing me to open a little more for it, before it stopped. Then I felt my other hole being penetrated. I shuddered, instantly struggling to hold back the orgasm that wanted to explode over me. This plug was also bigger than any I'd ever had before. I gasped struggling to adjust to feeling so full. I was so distracted by the sensations within me that I didn't notice my mistress buckling on the harness that would hold in the phalluses.
"Good girl," my mistress murmured. "Now sit back and lower your hands." When I did, my weight pressed both phalluses further into me and I instantly came with a long moan. I couldn't have stopped it if my life depended on it. Emma's fingers instantly jerked on my collar, bringing me up to my knees so I could look into her furious eyes. "I did not give you permission to come, slave. You will pay for that later when I have more time to properly discipline you. Stay here. I will be back in a moment," she growled, then picking up her robe, stormed out of the room. I froze waiting for her return.
She wasn't gone long and her apparent fury had disappeared in her absence. She handed me a pair of sweatpants, padded bra and tank top. "Here, my pet. These will help hide your situation at breakfast." I nodded, realizing that the sweatpants would hide the harness and the bra would hide my painfully tight nipples. She helped me to quickly get dressed, then cupped my chin and gently kissed me, before quickly pulling on her own pajamas. When she was done, she said, "I know they all know about our relationship, but I think Ava is the only one who will really understand what you need today." I nodded my agreement and she went on. "Try to act as naturally as possible at breakfast, my pet. I know it will be hard for you, in your current situation. But it will please me greatly if you manage it. Do you understand?"
