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
Their silliness was infectious and I made sure they got dessert. We carried it out to the pool where three gorgeous nude bodies continued their antics. They seemed so carefree, and I wondered if Krispin would normally be playing with them.He looked at me. "Do you want to swim?""Yeah, come on in and please tell us you forgot your suit." Stephon rested his bulging forearms on the side of the pool and the other two looked on with puppy-dog eyes."Leave her be, Steph, or we'll all be horny tonight." Matt yelled from the deep end."You're always fucking horny, and as soon as you're home you'll be using your fist to get yourself off anyway." Another playful round of "Dunk-the-Idiot" ensued. If my pussy singularly belonged to Krispin, I could get used to this.They finally pulled themselves from the water and joined us for still-warm chocolate chip cookies. Then they lay back on the recliners and talked about rehearsal in the morning."We're only going over the song order and doing a
The melody floated through the room.You can't say we're not satisfiedBut Angie, AngieYou can't say we won't tryAngie you're beautifulAnd it ain't time to say goodbyeAngie, I love youIt ain't time to say goodbyeAs the last cord died away, I sat my guitar down and said "Thanks, guys" without ever taking my eyes off Angela. Her green orbs were looking back at me with such incredible need. I picked her up and carried her out of the building to the car. Sitting in the back with her wrapped tightly in my arms, the traffic delayed our appointment in the playroom.Her sexy grin further ruffled my feathers. "You have no reason to complain. My pussy needs relief more than your cock.""Oh, Little Bird, watch that mouth of yours.""I need your mouth on me, Sir. Please?""Wade, can't you go any faster?" I groaned, not caring that I sounded like a petulant teenager."Yes, Sir," he said in a husky voice, smiling slyly at me in the rearview mirror. I decided I would kill him l
"Do you pay someone to put the holes in your jeans?" I was looking at his ass, covered by the second skin of his ripped jeans. His black wife-beater completed the look of sex god, mega rock star. If another woman touched him, I'd break her fingers, slowly. The euphoria of Krispin Righteous, sex on a big hard stick, continued to throb through my tender pussy. It was like having repeated mini orgasms but he didn't need to know that. He stuck his fingers into one of the threaded holes in his jeans. "They come this way." He gave me a quirky grin because he noticed my eyes moving up and down his body. "How are you feeling?"I give him honesty. "Scared, excited, nervous.""You'll stay with me until I start playing, then you'll be standing off to the side with Wade. He'll take care of you.""Thank you. I like Wade.""He likes you too. Maybe too much. His eyes follow you constantly."A shiver went through me. "Jealous, Sir?"He drew me up against his scrumptious body and I smoothed my
For the first time, there was a presence greater than the fans during a concert. Even across the stage, I could feel the heat of her gaze. I lived for the screaming worship of the crowd, but during my long months of rehab, I realized I needed to separate myself from their often overwhelming need to have a piece of me. The withdrawal from my drug-induced coma brought back the need for pure music that I threw away in my fanatical need for stardom. Now, I performed for the fans, but I sang for me.While traveling from one end of the stage to the other, every fiber of my being focused on her. It didn't hurt the music; in my mind's ear, it improved it. I could feel the guys pump up higher with my intensity. In a few weeks, we would begin laying tracks for our next album. It would be better than the last. With our next world tour locked in, nothing could stop us. Best of all, Angela would be next to me, finally making my life complete. I wasn't sure exactly what it was about her that drew
I felt thoroughly sore, lovingly-fucked, and completely miserable. So many people believed in me but the one person who mattered most thought I was a lost cause. That one person wasn't Lydia, Damian, or Krispin, it was me. They seemed willing to sail me over the rising waves but the sea of depression had a way of slithering back into my life. It always did.I lay in Krispin's bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest until finally, I couldn't take any more, and feathered my hand across his sculpted torso, traveling the lines of muscle until I reached his nipple. His breathing stopped for a moment and I knew he was awake but he let me continue my quest.I brought my mouth to the small, stiffened peak, and swirled my tongue, gently sucking the bud between my lips. When he finally moved, it was quick and I couldn't help my squeal of surprise. In half a blink, I was lying beneath him and his forehead dipped down to rest against mine."I love you.""Please, Sir, will you do something