“One day, Chloe. One day you’ll trust me enough to let me bury my dick here.”
As soon as he said it, my butt clenched in a never-in-a-million-years gesture. Gibson must have felt me tense and chuckled, breaking away from me and flipping me over onto my stomach. The next thing I knew, he lay down on top of me from behind, pushing my breasts further into the mattress, his dick thrusting up at the entrance of my pussy. The pressure of his hard body felt powerful—almost oppressive and my first thought was Kace had done this. Fighting the flashback, I concentrated on the way that Gibson was holding me and that felt safe.
“Does the thought of me taking you like this scare you?”
It did. There was never any consideration from Kace, but this was different. Gibson was talking me through it and I could hear the control in his voice as he positioned himself completely square on to my entrance and suddenly thrust himself in to the hilt and kissed my neck from behind at the same time. We both grunted loudly and the excitement I felt at being taken by him was thrilling. Any fears I had disappeared as his gentle hands stroked the sides of my face in his non-verbal reassurance.
Staying still for a moment, Gibson cussed and adjusted then placed his hands either side of my head on the mattress and rose up onto his hands to put some force behind the rocking movements in his hips. “Can you feel that, Chloe? Can you feel what you do to me? I’m desperate for you.”
Knowing he needed permission to let go I said, “Fuck me, Gibson. Do it.” Gibson repositioned himself on his knees, grabbing both my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh and he pulled me further up onto him. Once he began to grind into me I felt him retract a little before he took me with a force and pace he never had before.
“I. Love. You. I. Love. You. God. Damn…God…”
He chanted at the same pace as he was pounding into me, then he fell silent when the speed at which he was taking me became almost punishing. Gasps and loud moans tore from my throat as Gibson took me to a place that was beyond comprehension.
Every fiber in my body was on alert. Sharp pangs of pleasure coursed through my veins.
“I fucking love doing this to you.”
Gibson’s low voice was sexy, thick with lust and so overpowering. I couldn’t think as I absorbed the pleasure he was giving me. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as Gibson freed my mind from anything except the way he was making me feel.
CHAPTER 11 - CAPTIVATING
Gibson
Feeling her beneath me like that was incredible. Trying to describe what emotions were running through me, and the connection that was going on between us, was impossible, I was beyond words.
My mind was completely devoid of thoughts other than the need to give her pleasure, to tease and punish her body in the place that was somewhere between pleasure and pain. Absorbing the pace and erotic sounds of our bodies merging, the soft sounds of me inside her and the fact that all of that essence coating my dick was for me was amazing. It was an incredible feeling. Being together in that way…no one had ever come close to touching me–mind, body and soul–in the way I felt when I was with Chloe.
Chloe was zoned out. She came so many times, it was hard to know how many. At one point it felt like my dick was in a vice, her pussy clenching relentlessly with the almost constant state of orgasmic releases as her body became more and more attuned to what I was doing to her. I’d never focused as much on pleasuring someone as much as I had on her that time. It was as if we were in a self-induced hypnotic state, whereby our bodies were almost fused in our pleasure.
Morgan was right. I was insatiable at times, but by the time we were finished and I was worn smooth, I wondered whether my dick would ever be hard again.
Lying face down, her body limp and heaving with effort from the energy she had expelled, I sat back on my knees and took in how she looked. The vision before me was amazing. Chloe’s soft silky skin glistened with sweat, her hair tousled in all directions around the pillow and reaching onto the sheet. Her legs were parted and I could see her red, swollen pussy in contrast to the paler skin between her thighs. She was perfect.
I smiled at the image before me, and became aware of the smell of pure sexual ecstasy that hung in the air. My heart was bursting in my chest with the alien feelings I had about my beautiful woman. Bending to place my face between Chloe’s legs I kissed her pussy softly and inhaled deeply again. She smelt so fucking intoxicating. Chloe moaned softly and lifted one leg, bending it at the knee in protest, so I smiled and sat back before making my way off the bed.
Padding barefoot into the bathroom, I washed myself in the sink then took a small white wash cloth and ran it under the hot water coming from the faucet. I made my way back to bed and began to wipe her clean. Chloe rolled over to give me a glazed stare and a tired but sated smile. As tired as I was after our session, my dick stirred and twitched on my leg.
“Did I hurt you, darlin’?” Chloe shook her head and smiled again, but remained speechless so I continued to wash her to make her comfortable. I had come twice inside her and her pussy was overflowing with my cum.
“Why do you do that?”
Looking up to meet her curious eyes, I wasn’t sure whether she meant me cleaning her or something else. “Do what?”
“Take care of me…make me comfortable.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“It feels weird. I’m not used to such care and attention.”
I stared at her for a long moment. Why wouldn’t anyone take care of her? She was absolutely perfect and washing between her legs just didn’t seem enough for me.
“Well you’re going to have to work on that, darlin’, because I’m planning on giving you everything you need to make you love me back. And when you do, I’ll just have to keep finding ways of keeping that love going.”
Turning away from her, I balled the cloth in my hand and threw it towards the bathroom door at force. It landed just inside the door. So I turned and waggled my eyebrows at her, pretending I was trying to impress her.
Chloe giggled and I lay down beside her, pulling her close, while dragging the comforter up the bed to cover us both. When I did, Chloe relaxed into my arms and sighed heavily.
“A girl could get used to this.”
“What about Chloe, you think she can, darlin’?
Chloe didn’t speak, just lifted my hand and placed a kiss in the center of my palm then closed it and wrapped hers over mine, giving it a tight squeeze. I took that as a ‘just maybe’.
We both passed out and when I woke I had turned away from her, but found her sound asleep, clinging on to me like a monkey climbing a tree. I smirked because this was the first time that Chloe had found the need to do that. Usually, it was me that was doing the hugging in bed.
Basking in the warmth of Chloe’s little body flush against mine and my leg between hers. She had turned to cuddle me in the night, her arm draped over my hip and her soft fingertips brushing against the hardness of my morning wood.
A lazy smile stretched my lips when I thought about that, knowing that if she were awake and I had said anything she’d have flushed pink at her little inadvertent grope. Chloe stirred and I turned to face her. “Morning, darlin’, sleep okay?”
Slowly her mouth opened and she licked her lips.
“Um… don’t remember, I may have slipped unconscious after earlier.”
“Alright, if you ever find yourself with insomnia Chloe, I’ll knock you unconscious any day of the week.”
A slow smile creased the corners of her closed eyes, before they opened in a dazed stare. She was an awesome sight first thing in the morning. Her tousled blonde hair and her half open come-to-bed eyes, along with her croaky sexy voice and her tongue that kept licking her lips made my dick hard. All of that added together made a pretty impressive sum and I just wanted to devour her.
Leaning in, I licked her lips with my tongue and kissed her softly on them, catching her bottom one between my teeth and tugging it gently. Chloe moaned and buried her
face in my shoulder, protesting that she had to brush her teeth.
My hand slipped between her legs and I cupped her pussy. Sliding my middle finger along the seam, I could feel it being covered with her leaking juices.
“You have the most awesome pussy, Chloe. No…I have the most awesome pussy because it may be on your body, darlin’, but from now on it’s definitely mine.”
Chloe grinned and wiggled a little, “Really? You’re laying claim to it?”
Placing my other hand on her ass, I squeezed her cheek while inserting my middle finger inside her at the same time. Chloe’s grin froze and her eyes widened, her eyelids became heavy and that pink tinge of lust clouded look replaced the clear sparkle that was normally there.
“Chloe, you can sit on it, wear it…you can even play with it, but at the end of the day when I’m horny and time permits and with your permission of course, I’ll take this wherever I want…or whenever you want.”
Winking at her playfully because I knew I was being assertive about my claim on her. It was her body to do whatever she wanted with, and I knew that, but I wanted her to make no mistake about what I was saying, she was mine and I’d want her as often as she’d let me.
We spent the next ninety minutes in a vigorous sexual workout, then I showered and left Chloe to bathe while I made some calls. Johnny told me that Morgan had made a helluva scene when he explained that I wanted her removed from the cabin. At first she didn’t believe him, but then Johnny showed her the text I sent and she was livid. I did feel bad about that, but she was a friend and Chloe was…well, I was in love with her.
The update on Kace was that he had gone to ground. All leads had gone stale. If he was around, he was using cash. We knew that he’d made a large withdrawal two days before Chloe’s apartment was turned over and he’d boarded a flight from Miami to New York. Not being able to find him was frustrating the fuck out of me, because I knew that Chloe wouldn’t fully relax until that was resolved.
Placing my cell phone into the back pocket of my dark jeans, I wandered over to the bank of windows in the cabin where Chloe was standing. It was the most beautiful morning…well, a rock star’s morning at 11.56am, and my girl was wearing some lacy boy-short panties and the sight of her perfectly hard little ass was enough for me to nestle myself behind her and curl my arms around her waist. I stared out over the trees to the lake, which was a beautiful azure blue in the sunlight.
“So am I allowed out with you today?”
Swallowing hard, I knew I couldn’t keep her cooped up in the cabin forever. “Are you up for the shit that’s going to be coming your way about me?”
Chloe’s body stiffened slightly, then it seemed to sag before she turned to face me.
“No. But I’ll deal with it as it happens. I’m scared, Gibson. You have to know that, right? But I am more scared of Kace coming at me than I am of any of your crazy fans. That might sound weird but I don’t know what they are capable of, but I do know what he is.”
I pulled her to my chest and spoke with a quiet voice, “Chloe darlin’, I got you. Nothing is ever going to happen to you while you are with me. Understand? Nothing and no one is going to hurt you if I have any say in the matter.”
“I believe you, Gibson. I do. I feel that…that you want to protect me, but you can’t be with me twenty four seven. What about when we’re apart? What about when you are working or I want to go and see Ruby?”
“Ruby can come whenever you want her to, Chloe.”
“Gibson, Ruby has a real job and bills to pay. Her students depend on her. She can’t just drop everything because I want to see her. If we get together, the most likely scenario for that is for me to go to New York.”
“Then Jerry or Johnny goes with you. I won’t have your safety compromised.”
It wasn’t hard to feel the vibe of how petrified she was about everything, and it made me fucking sick to think that she was in the position she was, with Kace, because of me.
“Tell you what, Chloe. Let’s flush the bastard out. I might not be able to do much about the fans, but my security will take care of that. I’m getting you a couple of female bodyguards. Jerry and Johnny can hardly follow you into a ladies room, but I can do something about getting Kace to show up and we’ll make sure he’s out of the picture.” Chloe smiled but swallowed hard and the nerves were clear on her face.
Standing back from her, I smacked her ass lightly and the noise made my dick twitch but now wasn’t the time to pin her to the floor. Serious planning had to be done to catch that fuckwad of an ex-boyfriend of hers.
During our many little conversations about Kace, I had gleaned that he was a hot-shot sound engineer. Well fuck…I was a hot-shot rock star, so all I had to do was make the right project and draw him to me like a camel to whatever.
While Chloe was getting dressed, I rang Charlotte. Then I called Syd Jones the CEO at Zuul, the record company where we got our break. Ol’ Syd and I had a rocky start to our friendship when he turned us down at his first scout outing but he came back and signed us six months later. M3rCy never looked back from that point.
Syd had his own personal studio…but it wasn’t just a recording studio, it was a whole retreat with nine small houses set around a massive infinity pool complex and golf course. Boys and their toys.
Syd was mega wealthy, a billionaire entrepreneur and music mogul who made his money from shrewd property investments, football teams and for the past twenty years from the music industry.
Always cutting himself amazing deals, he had managed to hang on to some of the world’s leading artists who made him the biggest bucks. Fortunately, we had branched away with our own label and were able to cut a deal on the second signing to be released after producing three more albums with him.
After spending forty minutes on the phone with Syd, he was sold on supporting me to get Chloe’s life in order. Strange how he commented that it only takes one pussy to capture the imagination of a man and it sounded like I’d finally discovered that. Syd always knew just how to squeeze my balls from a distance.
Next call was another to Charlotte again, Syd gave me an idea. I never had the need to court publicity, but I figured it was time to take the bull by the horns and stand up for my girl and fight any fucker that got in my way.
By the time we were ready to leave Charlotte had set up two face to face interviews and a radio one to get us started. Explaining to Chloe that we were going on TV had her in meltdown. Jerry laughed out loud at her reaction when I told her in the car we were on the way to be interviewed by Matt Loder.
She had nothing to worry about. She looked incredible and I knew the cameraman would be as mesmerized as I was. Chloe was confused when we headed to a hotel suite instead of a television studio. I pointed out that everything was done digitally so we could be anywhere for the interview as long as we could hear Matt talking to us in a link up. We didn’t need to be physically in the same room. The way things were edited made all the difference, and Chloe’s relief was clear on her face.
Matt didn’t pull any punches when it came to questioning what was different about Chloe to all the other girls I had been with and when he asked me, I was careful to keep my pose relaxed and smile affectionately toward Chloe. She made my heart swell because she was obviously very nervous but hid it very well.
“Hmm… well, I wasn’t in love with any of those girls. I used to think that women were there to have fun with, until I met Chloe.”
Matt shook his head and snickered.
“Gibson Barclay, I never thought I’d see the day when you felt that one girl was enough for you and you were publicly declaring your love for her.” Turning to Chloe he asked, “Chloe, how does it feel to know your boyfriend is lusted after by most of the women on the planet? I mean, you are the envy of women the world over, doesn’t it worry you that you’re the one to put Gibson out of circulation?”
Chloe turned and looked confused for a moment, and I thought she was going to crumble. Then a slow smile cur
ved at the edge of her lips and she crossed her slender legs and squeezed my hand in a don’t-worry-I-got-this gesture.
“Wow Matt, good questions.” Chloe looked as if she was considering for a second and then uncrossed her knee and turned to touch my cheek affectionately with her hand. “Mmm, let me see. To answer your first question, it feels…pretty awesome that my guy is adored by so many women. It means I have great taste in men. I mean, look at him. What’s not to lust after? I know Gibson is pretty near perfect, so it’s something I’d expect and I know I’m a pretty lucky lady for him to have chosen me.
“As for being the envy of women, well again, Gibson had to begin to settle down at some point. Lust is one thing, but his true fans ultimately want him to be happy, so they’ll be glad he’s found a girl that makes him that way.”
Grinning up at me like a pro, Chloe had given him the perfect answer, which acknowledged my fans for supporting me, and sounding confident that I had chosen well. I knew as soon as I heard that first answer that we were going to be a pretty invincible couple, as far as the media were concerned.
CHAPTER 12 - ANALYSIS
Chloe
Trying to come to terms with being Gibson Barclay’s girl wasn’t easy. In my head it all felt weirdly surreal. One minute we’d be talking like a regular couple, then he’d smile his sexy roguish smile that hinted wickedness was only a heartbeat away, and I’d be off fantasizing and fangirling about him for a good ten minutes at a time.
Every now and again I’d get this feeling like whoa! How did we get here? Am I really here? Then I’d look at him and he’d already be staring back at me with an expression on his face that made my heart squeeze. How did he pick me? I have to admit I’d never seen him smile so much since we’d been together. Don’t get me wrong, he grinned a lot but it used to look kind of…salacious. Now though, he just looked happy.
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