Bad Boy Dom (12 page)

“Perfectly weird.” I leaned over and
kissed his cheek. “Your paranoia’s safe with me.”

“How do you feel?” I knew what he meant
and I couldn’t help my sigh. I promised Mistress I would be honest with him but
it wasn’t easy, even after he shared his phobia.

“I need a Zanax for the flight. I’m
sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He pushed the button
and had the steward bring a bottle of water. He stood, removing a pill from the
side pocket of the carry-on bag stored above us.

I dutifully swallowed and couldn’t help
my sigh of relief. He held my hand until I fell asleep.

Light kisses woke me up as the pilot
announced our arrival at LAX. My groggy mind took a minute to comprehend where
I was, but, more than anything, I needed to pee.

“Come on, sleepyhead. My driver will be
waiting.”

His favorite guitar was in a front
compartment of the plane because he liked keeping it close. He gave me that
illuminating tidbit with a lopsided grin when we boarded. His other guitars
traveled with the remainder of our baggage.

The driver waiting outside the terminal
was young but gave a cocky, knowing grin when meeting me. I knew this was Wade,
the man Krispin sponsored. He was tall and boyishly lean with sandy-colored,
too-long hair that he continually moved out of his eyes with a flick of his
head or swipe of his hand. He reminded me of the perfect surfer dude and I was
sure the girls fell at his feet. I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were
too old for his youthful face.

Krispin kept a tight hold on my arm
while we waited for the luggage. The busy hustle and bustle of LAX was stretching
my nerves past their limits. A crowd began converging, begging Krispin for
autographs and asking questions about the next Blood Rights album. He circled
his arms around me and signed scraps of paper while leaning protectively over
me. I concentrated on my breathing and the musky smell of his body.

Wade left to retrieve the car as soon as
the bags rested on a cart, and finally Krispin pulled away from the circling
crowd and we made it outside into the hot Las Angeles sunshine. A gentle kiss
on my ear turned the forced smile on my face into a real grin. I could do this.

Moving to Houston to work at Club El
Diablo saved my life. Up until that point, I barely held it together and only
my weekly trips to the skanky BDSM club where Lydia worked gave me any
semblance of control at all. Even before Damian, she loved me. I was now
traveling far beyond my comfort zone, determined to be strong.

Krispin propelled me into the car while
Wade loaded the trunk. I leaned back into his arms but squirmed as the car finally
pulled away from the curb.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes… no. I need to pee.” I whispered.

“And you knew this when?”

“When you woke me on the plane.”

“Wade, pull up to the next terminal.” He
said stiffly.

“No really, I’ll be fine.”

“This is LA and we could be stuck in
traffic for hours. You should have said something.” His irritation was
apparent.

The car pulled over to the busy curb.

“Wade, please take Angela to the ladies
room so we’re not mobbed again.”

Wade opened the door and I followed him
inside, through the crowds, and to the closest restroom. I could feel the flush
on my cheeks but the people scrambling around terrified me and I stayed as
close to Wade’s side as I could without holding onto him. I closed the stall
door and took deep long breaths trying to get myself under control. The last
thing I wanted was to start crying. The relief in my bladder didn’t make up for
the sweat coating my body or my trembling hands. Wade waited where I left him.

“I’m s-s-sorry. I don’t mean to be a
problem.”

His easy smile helped me gain control of
my racing heart. “It’s okay, it took me a month before I would ask for a break
so I could use the bathroom. Bodily functions seem to be stifled when you’re
around a rock star legend.”

I followed close to his side while we
walked back to the car. “Is he really a legend?”

“Yes. He told me you had no idea who he
was when you met.” His tone sounded completely incredulous.

“I think his fans at the baggage
carousel clued me in.”

“That’s nothing, wait until you see him
perform. All the women go nuts.”

When we reached the car, I practically
jumped inside. My body shook uncontrollably and I gave a small sigh of relief
when Krispin pulled me close.

“Are you okay now?” There was no longer
angst in his voice, only concern.

“I’m fine.”

He took my chin, tilting my face up, and
then kissed me hard on the lips.

He finally pulled back, leaving me
gasping for air. “I don’t believe you.”

“I…it’s the crowds. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I told Lydia I would
take care of you. But Angela, I need you to be honest with me. I’m sorry I sent
you back inside without me but you should have told me you needed to pee on the
plane and we would have stopped before we ever left the terminal.”

“I was just told it’s hard to discuss
bodily functions in front of a rock star legend.”

He snorted. “This legend will redden
your ass so you can’t sit for a week if you do it again. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Try, yes, Krispin.”

“Yes, Krispin.”

The traffic wasn’t too bad for LA in the
afternoon but it took over an hour to get to Krispin’s home. The ten-foot high
wrought-iron gate slid back after Wade entered the code. Swooping trees lined
the long curved driveway. The gorgeous two-story home had large oak double
doors and a wrap-around balcony on the second floor.

“There’s a pool in the backyard. Matt
and Stephon live next door. They seem to prefer my pool and swim naked even
when I threaten to call the police. They’ll try to talk you into skinny dipping
but don’t fall for their tricks.” His stern eyes looked into mine but I could
see the small tilt of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “You’re only allowed
to skinny dip with me.”

I managed to smile past my nervousness.
“Your home is beautiful.”

“Liberace owned it for a short time. It
has a sound room with phenomenal acoustics. I can’t wait to lay down a few
tracks I’ve been working on. I also added a playroom in the basement. After
traveling, you need to rest but I’m hoping you’ll join me there tomorrow.”

“I would rather not rest.”

“Then it’s too bad I’m in charge because
you’re going to relax this evening. We can watch a movie or even take a nice
swim, but we’re not playing until tomorrow. That’s your punishment for not
telling me you needed to pee.”

“I don’t like that punishment.”

“That’s the whole idea behind the word
‘punishment.’ You aren’t supposed to like it.”

“What about vanilla sex?” I pushed but
he kissed my hand and winked.

“No, and you aren’t touching yourself
either. If I’m feeling especially cruel, I’ll be sure you suck my dick and get
me off.”

“That’s no punishment at all.”

“Maybe I’ll throw in Matt and Stephon’s
dicks then.”

For a moment, his words terrified me. We
never discussed sharing me with his friends and I was no longer in my world
with protection around every corner.

“Sorry, that was a joke in very poor
taste. I don’t share.”

My relief was palpable. I needed to
lighten up.

Chapter Nineteen

Krispin…

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 go buy anything you need.”

“666?”

“It was his idea and sometimes it’s
easier to just give him his way.”

“It might be easier to give me mine,
too.”

“You’re such a naughty girl. I think
I’ve found the perfect punishment for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Delayed orgasm.”

“It’s not the delay, it’s the not having
one at all today.”

I reached over and pulled on her lower
lip. “I’ll be sure to keep this busy.”

She actually blushed. “Do you want to
invite Matt and Stephon to dinner?”

“They’ll trip over each other getting
here but you’ve been warned.”

“Where am I sleeping tonight?”

“With me.”

“And no sex?” Her voice was incredulous.

“I’ll be sure to enjoy myself.”

“Yes, sir.”

God, her pout turned me on and I started
whistling to take my mind off my cock. I showed her the master bedroom and then
took her back to the kitchen. Bringing out one of my guitars, I sat on a chair,
strumming chords, while she learned her way around. She looked incredibly sexy
opening up cabinets, and making a grocery list.

I cleared my throat. “Who taught you to
cook?”

“My grandma.”

“Even better. You know… the way to a
rock star legend’s heart is through his stomach.”

“Really, I thought it was through his
cock.” She turned away quickly.

I lay my guitar against the wall, walked
over, and placed my hands on either side of the counter blocking her in. Using
one hand, I lifted her hair and blew across the back of her neck. “Turn around
for me.”

She turned and I lifted her ass to the
counter, pulling her legs around my waist. Sliding my hands under her skirt, I
bunched the back of her panties in my hands tearing them when I pulled. “No
panties in my house. I think you might need to write down some of my rules.”

“You have so many rules for women that I
need to write them down?”

“I’m thinking of new one’s every minute.
I’ve had women here for an evening but never three days so the rules will be
tighter for you.”

“My pussy is tight right now. Why don’t
you check it out?”

“Umm, sorry, I’ll just come back.”

I turned to see Wade walking backwards
out of the kitchen.

“No, I need you to take these and
dispose of them.”

Wade came closer and I handed him
Angela’s panties. She actually growled and the sound went straight to my cock.
I pulled her off the counter, rearranging her skirt.

“Angela’s cooking for us so after you
throw those away come back in here and take her grocery order.”

That knowing, mature grin appeared back
on his young face. “I know they’re destroyed but can I keep them?”

“No, get your own girlfriend and start a
collection. I better not find those in your room.”

“Damn, you take all the fun out of
having a woman in the house.”

“Too bad.”

She whispered in my ear, “You gave him
my panties. He’s just a kid.”

“He’s twenty-two and only two years
younger than you. He can handle a pair of panties and I like seeing your cheeks
flushed.”

“Okay, but if things with you don’t work
out I might try a younger man next.”

I pinched her nipples through her tight
t-shirt.

“Ouch.”

“You’re wearing nipple clamps tonight.”

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“Too late, now please soothe my temper
over your bratty behavior through my stomach.”

I called the boys and told them to come
over for dinner. They said they were on their way even after I told them it
would be two hours before it was ready.

They joined me in the kitchen to
serenade our cook. The songs were spontaneous and grew raunchy as our stomachs
began growling with the wonderful smells traveling throughout the room.

She made Italian meatballs with salad
and bruschetta.

At the end of an amazing meal, Stephon
stood and walked over to Angela’s chair. Going to his knees, he looked into her
startled face, “Will you marry me?”