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
"Now, brace her body but you might want to be cautious around the pins."The woman was wicked. I kissed Angela on the cheek and then held her jaw between my palms, not sure what else to do at this point."I want you to count for me, Little Bird."She answered, "Yes, Mistress," but her eyes never left mine.The first strike wasn't hard but her body flinched. I mouthed 'one' while she said it out loud. I kissed her nose and she smiled.The next nine went the same way. I placed light kisses on each of her eyes, between them and then on both sides of her cheeks with each lash of the whip."I won't be quite so gentle for the next ten."I flinched but Angela looked at me with a steady dreamy gaze. I let my hand travel from her jaw, down her neck, stopping between her breasts. God she was sexy.The sound of the whip changed and air hissed from Angela's lips and her hips ground into mine trying to escape the sting, "Eleven."I brought my other hand down and circled her breasts without
The next two days flew by with six a.m. breakfast becoming our tradition. He wanted to know about a few of my past boyfriends and his encouragement to talk about them helped. I asked about his girlfriends. Two, he remained friends with but most were band-bunny groupies. Sex went hand-in-hand with his job. I understood but my heart ached at the thought of him leaving to tour.Like Mistress, he observed me closely, noticing each nuance even when I tried to hide it."I've had sex once since staying at the hotel and that was the first night here. I think I can play a concert or two and resist the women throwing themselves at me.""You haven't had relief since the first night here?"His face took on a red hue. "My cock has become very well acquainted with my right hand.""But you're a musician." I fluttered my eyelashes. "I thought you were ambidextrous."He pinched me under the table. "Naughty sub.""Where are you taking me on our date?""Shush, I'm keeping it a secret.""Please?"
Not touching below the neck was impossibly erotic. Angela's lips, coated with her unique silk, tasted more exquisite than the finest sweet liquor. She was a drug, and I was high on her.I pulled a hair's breadth away. "Put your finger back in your pussy. I want my mouth on yours when you come."I sucked at her mouth, pulled her lower lip with my teeth, and used my tongue to fuck the only way I could at the moment. She squirmed and sighed against my lips. Her hand was moving faster and her hips lifted from the seat."No, keep your ass pushed against the leather." My answer was her vibrating groan in my mouth. Her breathing picked up and I knew she was close. "Come for me, baby." I bit her a little harder and then slid my tongue deep.She screamed around my mouth and I deepened the kiss until her hips stopped thrusting against her hand. When her breathing was under control, I kissed the side of her nose. "It's time to go. I can't take much more. When we get back, I'm going to kill yo
Apprehension caused my slightly bratty wiggle against his groin when we entered the room. How would he handle me in this mood? I craved submission and knew my fear came from the undeniable need to know if this walking sex god would master me. Relief and an unstoppable wetness between my legs caused shivers to run across my body when his dominant side took control. He rebuked me with a firm swat on the ass, and stern fingers in my hair, as he continued to strip me naked.After he covered my eyes with the slip of silk, my mind drifted into pleasant bliss; my subconscious was programmed for obedience.The next touch to my body was nothing I expected: instead of warm hands, these were cold and slippery. Something - God-only-knew-what- was being slathered over my skin, but once I got past the initial shock, the sensation was not unpleasant. Still, I couldn't place the unique scent of the substance.I finally stopped thinking all together and let his callused fingertips have their way. Hi
The next morning, lying in bed, the world seemed brighter.I checked in with Barry, my AA sponsor, and assured him I was in control. Bending his ear about Angela, he sounded happy but cautious. I understood. Then, I called Wade, the young man I sponsored who was now working for me. We spoke for over an hour. The twenty-two year old man somehow survived life on the street after becoming a runaway addict at age fifteen. He received his ninety-day chip before I left for Houston. We made a good pair and he was no longer star struck by my larger than life persona. He had no problem giving me shit and I pushed his buttons right back. I ended the call after giving him the schedule for my return flight back to LA for a benefit concert.The unwanted thought of leaving Angela after coming so far drove me to approach Lydia. I needed to know her feelings about taking Angela with me."I don't know, Krispin. She doesn't handle society well.""This is a short gig, and both you and Damian tell m
I could feel Mistress's apprehension but she released my hand and placed it in Krispin's. "I know you can do this, Little Bird. Damian, Abigail, and I will be waiting when you return.""Thank you, Mistress." She leaned into me and took my lips in a deep kiss."God, Lydia, that's damn hot." Damian looked from me to his wife and we all laughed."I don't want her to forget who owns her." Lydia looked hard into Krispin's eyes and didn't give an inch.Krispin wouldn't back down. "You've staked your claim but I agree with Damian. Will you kiss her again when we get back? It's damn hot.""Get out of here before I drag you to the dungeon and tie you both up.""Promises, promises." He laughed.The wicked redheaded Domme slapped his ass when he grabbed my hand and walked me out.Carl drove us to the airport and Krispin took us quickly through the VIP security and then into a private lounge to wait for our plane. Damian offered his private jet but for some reason Krispin wanted to fly on
I remained pissed about the bathroom incident knowing I was completely to blame. Lydia told me to watch Angela closely. Her squirming around in the car shouldn't have been my first clue.It was a relief to get home and I loved showing off my LA home. I owned a penthouse in New York and thought seriously about renting a permanent suite in Damian's Houston hotel. Depending on how Angela did with this trip, I was ready to sign the papers and make it happen sooner than later."You have your own movie theater?""Yes, but the popcorn isn't nearly as good as the Cineplex." She was like a child at a candy shop. It felt wonderful to see my house through her eyes. "What would you like for dinner? Wade can run and pick us up anything you'd like.""Would you let me cook for you?""You cook?" I tried without success to keep the longing for a home cooked meal off my face."Yes, I cook." Finally, she seemed to relax."The kitchen is yours. Just use the house phone and dial 666 for Wade. He'll