Bad Boy Dom (13 page)

She blushed but played along, skimming
the hair from his forehead, “Why, Sir, I fear you come with a sidekick, and I’m
a one-dom girl. The two of you would knock my poor little heart right from my
chest.”

Stephon turned to Matt, “I’m dumping
your ass if she changes her mind. Krispin doesn’t deserve someone lovely that
can cook.”

Matt looked over and managed not to
crack a smile. “I haven’t asked her yet and believe me; you’re not even in the
picture if she’ll say yes.”

“That’s enough, boys. She’s mine and if
you make her any more uncomfortable I won’t share the dessert she made me.”

“Are they always so goofy?” she asked,
looking at Wade.

“Only from early morning until late at
night, it’s hard for someone of my serious nature to persevere.”

“That did it.” Matt threw his napkin
down and Stephon stood at the same time.

Wade tried to get up from his chair but
the guys grabbed him first. They wrestled him to the floor, and then
unceremoniously carried his struggling body from the room.

“Where are they taking him?” Her eyes
were huge seas of green.

“The pool, and I’m not sharing dessert.”

Chapter Twenty

Angela…

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 sound check. Then we’re resting until the show.” Krispin sounded so
matter of fact, I was surprised when they all began laughing.

I looked at Krispin and he grinned.
“They’re jealous because you’ll be with me all day.

“Oh.”

“We aren’t stupid and he won’t be
relaxing.” Matt piped in.

“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say and
they all laughed at my discomfort until Krispin got their attention.

“The cook doesn’t clean so you boys need
to head in and do the dishes.”

“I don’t mind cleaning.”

He lifted me into his arms. “But I mind.
It’s our turn to swim while they have cleanup duty.”

“Put me down and I’ll go get my suit.”

“Sorry, that’s not an option. Get the
hell out of here guys. Clean up and then go home.”

I smiled at the good-natured moans and
groans but stopped suddenly as water covered my head. I came up sputtering in
soggy clothes. Krispin removed his shirt and then his pants and I couldn’t
manage a single complaint. I swam to the side as he jumped and dove over my
head. I watched his white ass shoot through the water. Without coming up for
air, he changed course and swam up behind me.

Strong arms turned me around and
traveled under my shirt as his head came out of the water.

“You’re overdressed for swimming.”

God, I loved his bad boy grin! He held
me above the waterline while I pulled my shirt and bra over my head and then we
both worked on my soaked skirt, finally watching as the last of my clothes
floated to the bottom.

“Don’t worry, the pool boy will get it
out.” His grin was hot enough to melt me completely.

“That’s what scares me.”

Krispin’s mouth covered mine. I hoped he
forgot the no-sex dictate he made earlier. I would damn sure try and change his
mind.

He pulled me to the shallow end of the
pool until I felt my ass barely scrape one of the steps. His lips left mine and
kisses traveled down my jaw, across my collarbone and then covered my nipple
with erotic suction. The sunset reflected off the water and I pulled his head
closer.

“Oow.” His teeth bit into my nipple,
though I knew it wasn’t as hard as it could have been.

“Arms folded behind your back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He moved to my other nipple, squeezing
the breast he left behind. There was no way to know how much wetness from
between my legs floated away in the pool, but Krispin finally placed his hand
against the part of me that craved his touch even more than my breasts.

“Please.” I needed more of him.

“Please, Sir.” He whispered the words
against my ear.

“Please, Sir.”

His arms wrapped around me and we moved
from the side, going into the deeper end.

“Hold your breath.”

We went below the surface, and his dark
eyes looked at mine through the crystal clear water. He grinned when his feet
hit the bottom, and pushed off, bringing us both to the surface again.

“I needed to cool you off,” he said.
“The only thing getting sexual attention tonight is my cock.”

He hadn’t forgotten, damn him.

Chapter Twenty-one

Krispin…

Keeping her from coming was harder than
I thought. She was a devious wench.

After I did a few laps in the pool, I
wrapped her in a big towel and we padded into the house. Once she realized the
guys were gone, the towel hit the floor and her knees hit the soft carpet in
front of me.

“Would Sir like his cock sucked?”

Like I could resist her lips or the
warmth of her breath mere inches from my growing erection.

“Oh, you are a naughty sub.”

“Yes, Sir.”

My hands went into her wet hair and
pulled those soft lips forward. Her hot tongue played with me as I watched her
lips work me over. I wiped a trail of saliva from the corner of her mouth,
causing her to look up and meet my gaze.

She was beautiful with her mouth filled
with my dick, her cheeks sucked in, and her green eyes shining with too much
power. Power I had no chance of taking away at this moment. She was too fucking
sexy and her mouth felt like heaven.

It was going to be a long night.

***

She made breakfast for the guys in the
morning. My little spitfire huffed and puffed showing her frustrated discontent
over the previous evening’s lack of an orgasm. I stayed out of her way and let
the boys work at cheering her up. There was a reason for my madness. I wanted
her hot and horny when we finally made our way to the playroom. I needed her in
the right headspace to get through our concert and the crazy fans tonight.

Matt walked by and whispered, “Keep
her.”

He was so easy. Two home cooked meals
and he was in love. I was a goner at the first blowjob but I wouldn’t tell him
that.

We all pitched in and cleaned up the
kitchen. We needed to be at the venue for rehearsal in an hour, and traffic was
never predictable.

The rest of the band members were
waiting patiently when we walked in ten minutes late. The sound and lighting
techs needed a few minutes of my time and I held Angela’s sweat slicked hand
tightly in mine. I made introductions but her body stayed stiff and alert, her
eyes casting furtive glances in all directions. When the techs went to their
appropriate places, I whispered in her ear.

“Do I need to take you into a corner and
fuck your brains out?”

“That might help.” I got my first smile
of the day.

“I take it you’re horny?”

“I’m beyond horny. I think I’m going to
combust.”

“Good. Now come and meet the rest of the
band.”

“I hate you.”

“Keep thinking that and relax.”

Bringing a woman to rehearsal was a
first for me. I could see Stephon and Matt put their protective caps on, and it
made me smile.

“Up you go.” I lifted her so she sat on
top of the speaker and then grabbed a set of unconnected earphones to cover her
ears. “It’s going to be loud. Save your eardrums.”

We checked the sound and acoustics
before running through a condensed version of the songs on the playlist. We had
most of our show down to a science, though adlib changed things up and made for
better entertainment. And we lived to entertain.

Practice went smooth but before leaving
the stage, I started a well-known riff knowing the guys would catch on. The
song wasn’t ours and actually belonged to the Rolling Stones.

I’d never asked Keith Richards about the
rumors surrounding the song he wrote, whether it was written about Angie
Dickenson, David Bowie’s first wife, or Keith’s heroin addiction; it made no
difference to me. This was me staking claim so my band mates knew Angela was
more important than the band bunnies that constantly dogged our steps. The guys
took up the beat while I walked over and removed the headphones. They only
muffled the sound but I wanted her to know this was me singing to her. I didn’t
know if she would recognize the changes I put in the lyrics and I didn’t care.
This was now my song to her and I sang it, watching the tears stream down her
face, with every bit of emotion I put into the words.

You can’t say
we’re not satisfied

But Angie, Angie

You can’t say we
won’t try

Angie you’re
beautiful

And it ain’t
time to say goodbye

Angie, I love
you

It ain’t time to
say goodbye

As 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 later.

Once at home, I dragged her into the
playroom like a caveman. Most dungeons had the common theme of black leather
and metal. My room was different. It was more of a kinky whorehouse and I loved
the sound of Angela’s laugh. Her eyes admired the corner bed covered in red
velvet, with gold throw pillows, the low lighting with garish coverings, and
interspersed between the medieval torture devices large red and gold pillows
pushed the room to flamboyant.

“You’re weird.”

I didn’t think I would ever get tired of
hearing her tell me that.

“Clothes off!”

“Yes, Sir.”

I walked over to the closet and looked
over the wardrobe possibilities. Ah, this was what I wanted to see on her! A
red satin corset that would push up her breasts but left them almost completely
exposed. I took out a black garter belt and quickly unpackaged new black thigh
highs.

“Put these on.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I sat down on the room’s odd piece of
furniture a zebra-striped chaise lounge to watch while she stripped. She put on
the garters, then slipped one of the stockings over her toes and began rolling
them slowly up her leg. She peered at me coyly, making my cock jerk to
attention, as she repeated the process on the other leg, finally snapping the
garters to the top of the stockings.

She walked to me and turned, giving me a
breathtaking view of the sexiest ass I’d ever seen. I wanted to fuck her right
then, but instead I grabbed the laces of the corset. I gave them a good hard
jerk, nearly pulling her off balance. God, she was fucking hot.

“Go over to the parallel bar, face me,
and grab it.” The positioned bar was a few inches above her head.

I removed my clothes and then began
jacking myself off. I wanted her to watch. Before I spewed over the floor, I
grabbed my t-shirt and came in the soft material. She licked her pouty lips.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get some later,” I
smiled, “but I needed to take the edge off.”

“I could have taken the edge off.” Her
sulky voice caused me to smile again.