My sleep was surprisingly uninterrupted and I felt refreshed when I woke. Mistress knew, even in her deviousness, exactly what I needed and she never failed to give it to me. I made coffee in the small kitchen and then carried it to my desk where my laptop rested. I was on a mission, and just before my brain shut down the night before, I decided to spend some time getting to know my bad boy - computer style.It wasn't hard to do. I entered his name in the search engine and one through twenty of sixty thousand links popped up. Sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll; it listed everything. I didn't believe each and every article, but pictures didn't lie and in most of them, Krispin Righteous was high as a kite. It made me wonder about his relationship with Damian.I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Kevin's number.He was awake. "Hi, dear.""Hi, Kevin. I have a question.""Shoot.""How much alcohol did Mr. Righteous drink last night?""That's easy. None. Mr. Righteous is a recovering addict an
I'd been to the lounge before and knew the Bosendorfer Imperial waited for me. My fingers couldn't have Lydia's sub, so they craved the next best thing: making music on a beautiful instrument.I was thankful there were few people in the lounge. The Bosendorfer called for Sinatra, as it so often did. My fingers ran across the keys and then I moved the seat to a more comfortable position. The music took over and my voice crooned the classic song using my voice to its best advantage. I lived for music. My personal ensemble consisted of the greatest sounds from every decade; from classical to rap, my gift was memorizing every chord and each word. I went from the baby Abigail induced "Ain't She Sweet" to "Everybody Loves Somebody." The faint applause at the end surprised me. I'd lost myself in the music again and my lips quirked. A waiter stood to the side and I looked at him inquisitively."Sir, there's a lady in the corner and I think you made her cry."Well damn. My eyes went to the c
I stood during the last verse and then walked out of the lounge. He never stopped watching but he didn't follow. My heart wouldn't quit its frantic gallop as I made my way back to my rooms.By the time I reached my door, my giddiness had turned into pain. Pain from the inside, needing to get out. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the butcher block filled with knives. My hands gripped the counter and I closed my eyes. I needed to scream but not here. It would bring hotel security running.I was walking out the door again before I even realized it. The elevator opened into the low light of the club. Sydney stood behind the bar, but she was busy polishing glasses and didn't see me. I walked straight to the back rooms and opened the last door on the right. I closed the door behind me and walked into the bathroom. I turned the cold water on full blast in the walk-in shower and stood under the spray, clothes and all.I screamed.I don't know how long I stood under the water, but st
I paid no attention to the whispers as I stalked through the lobby and into the ground floor bar. The drink clinked down in front of me minutes after I placed the order. I removed the cutesy toothpick and downed the liquid. Then I ordered another."Do you really think two wrongs make a right?" Damian asked.I laughed. It wasn't funny.The next drink slid in front of me but before I could grab it, Damian grabbed and swallowed."Christ, what is this shit?" I was surprised he didn't spit it out."It's warm Mountain Dew with a hot lemon twist.""Is my vodka too high class for you?""I don't drink alcohol. Or, did you forget?""I didn't but that fucking shit needs to be chased with alcohol. Sorry I can't join you in your sobriety but I really need a cold one.""At least you can't be kicked out of your own club.""That's what you think. My wife would kick me out of the hotel using her spiky high heels and not look back. I'm only glad our baby needs a father. Lydia is pretty pissed
I had my own room in the penthouse but Damian took me into his bedroom. I'd slept between Damian and Lydia twice before but that was over six months ago. It wasn't about sex then, only safety. It always amazed me how accepting Damian was of his wife's sub.I heard him speak softly on the phone to the doctor before kissing his wife and walking away."Did you go to your therapy appointment today?" Mistress Lydia asked."No, Mistress.""Then we need to talk about that first.""I cleaned my apartment." "You should have called me.""Yes. Mistress. I should have.""You didn't cut yourself.""I kept my promise.""Not completely, but you tried.""I'm sorry, Mistress."Her hands went to my shoulders and I felt instant relief at her touch. "Did you see Krispin outside the club?""Yes. Mistress. He was in the lounge but I was there first and couldn't get past without him seeing me. I tried to hide.""What did he say to hurt you so badly?""He asked to take me out on a real date. O
"I completely fucked up my life with drugs and alcohol."I saw her mind lose focus and it wasn't where I wanted her to go. My hand slipped under the table and I pinched the inside of her thigh."Oww.""I need you to listen."She smiled slightly and let me continue."I wasn't a pretty drug addict. It consumed me. My music suffered but more than that, my family and friends suffered. I wouldn't listen to them. My new friends provided the drugs. Funny how when you're rich, you don't even need to pay for the high. But I did pay and managed to snort more than a million dollars up my nose. Another mill, I spent on wild parties, alcohol, and anything my druggie friends wanted."I inhaled deeply before continuing. "I hated myself and death was on my horizon but I didn't see it."I looked away. The next part would be the hardest and it might be the end of us before "us" was part of our story. This time it was her sweet hands that turned my chin and I couldn't help but grin."I brought se
"I think you need to be here for at least another week.""Yes, Mistress. Thank you." We were in the main living area of the penthouse."Don't thank me, I'm sure Raul will continue to take advantage of your proximity and pawn Abigail off on you whenever possible.""That's far from a hardship, Mistress.""You say that now, but the little hellion bit me this morning and it may be the end of my breastfeeding days."I couldn't help my small giggle. My nipples puckered with sympathy pain, but it was still funny."Hmm, nipple clamps will be part of your next punishment. They're not just for pleasure.""Yes, Mistress." I managed to straighten out my grin.Three days had passed since my meltdown. Each morning, Krispin picked me up and took me to a different place to eat. Falling asleep at night, knowing his soft knock on the door at six a.m. was only hours away, made sleeping easier. On my first night back at work, I could tell by Mistress's fussing that she was nervous for me.I put
Matt and Stephon had called me in the morning and let me know their plane was landing at three. They were two of my original band members. They hadn't fallen as far or as hard as I had, but they had struggled to put it behind them, too. They drank a beer now and then, but our drink- and drug-induced coma days were far away.I loved these guys.We ate a light meal and played music in my room until seven. I gave them a few riffs of what I was working on and they picked up the beat and added a few twists. Blood Rights had some of the best musicians in the business. Though I wrote most of the songs, these two helped with the music. They looked rough, but their hearts were pure gold. Angela would love them when she had time to see beneath their tatted outer layers.I told them about her. Not everything, but enough for them to know I was serious. They didn't question the strength of my feelings or how quickly they had come about. They only offered support.They were really here to play i