Domination (10 page)

Two thoughts occurred to her as she sat in the cab. One was
that no one looks twice at a girl in a leather catsuit carrying a battered
duffel bag in New York City. The other was that it was high time she washed the
mouseburger brown out of her hair.

Goodbye, Velma. Hello, Daphne.
She giggled out loud
and caught a curious glance from the cabbie.

Everyone at the New York offices of
Rock Star
—as
sadly half-closed-down as her home branch but still breathing—agreed that she
looked great as a redhead. An ex-colleague got her inside, let her use the
bathroom to smear Enticing Auburn on her hair and rinse it out in the sink, and
nap on the stuffing-leaking couch of the break room until showtime. She zipped
herself with some difficulty into the bodysuit she had bought in St. Mark’s
Place and headed to the venue. Now it was only a matter of hoping everything
went as planned. There were so many variables…

No one took notice of her backstage—a Catwoman getup was
hardly the most outlandish thing a groupie had ever worn. If the mask looked a
little strange, New Yorkers were too jaded to show it. Her eyelids were
blackened with shadow, thick with liner and fringed with false lashes. Purple
lipstick finished the look. She was the anti-Josie, Bizarro World Josie, a leather-clad
gladiator heading into the arena.

He opened the door looking just as he had the first time she
laid stunned, lusting eyes on him—shirtless, lean, little hollows below his
flat belly making arrows to the laces on his pants and what lay underneath. A
half-empty bottle dangled from one hand but it wasn’t tea tonight. Josie
smelled the whiskey, leather and sweat.

But nothing else. No trace of feminine perfume. Thank god he
was alone.

“I didn’t send for a girl,” he said, walking back inside,
leaving the door open. “But here you are.”

He waved the bottle. “That kit come off?”

Josie shook her head. He would see pink stripes left by his
whip.

“It will.”

She nodded. All in good time, it would. For now she had to
prove she would do anything to please him. And since when did he ask so many
questions? The first time they’d met he was good with, “On your knees.” She
couldn’t keep her identity a secret for long this way.

He sank into an armchair and ran a hand through his long
black mane. “It’s been a hell of a week. We’re down a guitarist and I had to
raise some backup git from chorus girl to star. Other rot too. Heaps of it.”

Tell me about it,
she thought. But she had obviously
distracted him from his foul week, at least enough to harden his dick. The
leather bulged where the laces met and Bram began to rub himself idly. His
shoulders relaxed as he took in the sight of her gleaming curves.

“Do your worst.”

Oh, I’ll do much better than that.
She knelt before
the chair and picked apart the laces slowly, using every part of her hands to
press, fumble and brush against his erection. She felt it growing under her
touch. Bram tipped back his head and groaned.

“That’s good. Take your time.”

Darn opposable thumbs. It was going too quickly. She took a
lace between her teeth and pulled, then another, keeping a palm pressed against
his balls. She ran her teeth over the leather, feeling his cock twitch. The
bindings came free and his cock roared to life, thick and strong. She had to
resist the urge to swallow it whole. Instead she leaned in, positioned her
mouth over the huge head and released a breath of warm air. A salty droplet
emerged. An enticing vein pulsed along the underside of his cock. She ran her
tongue across it from base to tip, taking in his delicious musk.

So intent was she on tasting every inch of him before she
took him into her mouth that the feel of her hair being grabbed startled her.
He yanked again on her freshly red mane. “Suck it. Eyes on me.” His voice was
hoarse through ragged breaths.

Feeling him fill her mouth was like coming home. He guided
her head as she sucked the velvet sheath. His sharp blue eyes were as beautiful
as ever but he did not meet her gaze. He was watching his cock slide in and out
of her purple lips—devouring the sight as she devoured him. Seeing how excited
he got looking at her sucking aroused her uncontrollably. Her nipples pushed
against the tight leather bodice. The wetness from her pussy made a slick swamp
on her crotch.

He pushed her head harder, his cock bumping against the back
of her throat. She gagged, feeling the swollen tip caught in the pull as she
swallowed. Bram let out a groan.

“Fuck, yeah. Choke on my cock, slut.”

It wasn’t easy but she relaxed her throat, trying not to gag
as he slid in and out, each time pushing farther down. Her nose was stopping up
and she had a hard time breathing but he kept the grip on her hair. She
wondered where those strange muffled noises were coming from and then realized
she was making them.

Don’t gag, don’t gag.
But it was impossible with an
erection this size. He put both hands on her head and shoved her down, ramming
his cock past her tongue and burying her nose in the nest of black hair at the
base of his shaft. Helplessly her throat contracted, trying to swallow the
invader. The thick tube swelled to what felt like twice its size, throbbed and
shot a salty stream over the back of her tongue.

His panting slowed. Josie sat back on her heels and licked
her lips.

“Where’d you learn to suck dick like that?”

She shrugged.
You. I’ve never wanted to suck dick like
that until you.
Maybe it was time to tell him who she was. That way he’d
realize to one else could please him, no one else would be that willing, that
connected…

But he stood and pulled off his pants then reached for the
bottle.

“Here.” She took a swig but remained on the floor. “You’re
not free to go yet. I don’t know what Bucky told you but you’re mine until I’m
done with you.”

He sat, naked at the dressing counter, and opened up a
notebook. She wanted to watch the way his muscles slid under his skin as he
wrote but took the only opportunity she had to peruse the dressing room. There
were no cosmetics on the counter, no menacing red dress hung on the rack, no
sign of any female presence. Where was Trinity? Had Bram sent her away or was
she about to burst through the door looking for a fight—or worse, a threesome?

If Bram was done with Trinity, why hadn’t he come to her at
the airport or tried to find her today?

Bram stubbed out a cigarette and took another drink. “Writing
a song,” he said. “It’s time to wiggle out of that getup.”

Josie gulped. She couldn’t even protest aloud since he would
hear her voice.
Anything I have to prove I can do with my body,
she
thought. She hoped he’d at least let her keep the mask on.

“Josie, I asked you to take that ludicrous thing off.”

She opened her mouth and closed it again then pulled off the
mask.

“Your eyes. You can’t hide them. Lovely clear gray eyes like
the moon.”

“I thought you hated me.”

“I did. Worse, I trusted you.”

“I never meant to betray that trust. I wish I could tell you
but I can’t. I-I had no choice.”

He rose and reached around her, pulling down the zipper than
ran from her nape to her lower back. “Bucky showed me the message from that
bastard on your phone. I know you chose to lose everything rather than steal
from me.” He eased the suit off her shoulders and torso.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No time and no way to reach you. I sent that leech Trinity
packing, then Varian buggered off without a word and Bucky sent your gear on to
L.A.”

“I was going to go home. Varian came to the airport. He
wants to go into rehab before you start recording.”

“Ah. All information that could have been brought to my
attention earlier. As to Jet, I’ve already dealt with him. Did you paint this
thing on?”

“I’ll do it.” She stepped out of the heels and with some
difficulty pulled off the leggings.

“I was going to come after you. I was prepared to send a
pack of bloodhounds to find you but I had a show to do. I told you I work,
love. Just like you.”

“I’m out of work.”

“Brilliant.” He grinned. “More time for this.”

She stood before him, naked but for the mask, the lash marks
pink against her pale skin.

“You know how else I knew it was you?”

She shook her head.

“That ass. Very glad you returned it but I’m afraid I’ll
have to destroy it.”

What did that even mean? He’d already done damage to it with
his hand and tongue. The memory made her wet again.

“I never stopped wanting you, Josie.” He ran his hands over
her arms, across the whip marks, cupped her pussy with his palm. “Even when you
hurt me I wanted you.”

“Now you can repay the favor.”

“There’s pain and there’s pain, love. Remember the
pin-scratch?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s rebuild some trust.” He put his mouth on one
breast, wetting her nipple, then the other. She saw his hand working his cock
to hardness again.

“All fours, elbows down. Spread your legs.”

She heard movement and low noise behind her but didn’t dare
look back. The spank she braced herself for never came.

“You still put me through a lot, you know,” he was saying. “Writing
down what we did was indiscreet and selfish. I told you everything between us
remains private but you didn’t listen.”

“I said I was—”

“Hush! Just because this is something I’ve wanted to do to
you for a long time doesn’t mean it’s not also your punishment. This is for you,”
he put something in her hand, “and this is mine.”

A vibrator, thick and slightly curved near the tip. If she
put it anywhere near her clit she’d come right now and never find out what her
punishment was.

“When you’re ready, slide it in, curve up. It will find its
mark but not until you’re ready.”

She was trembling. What did he mean by, “This is mine”? What
kind of diabolical instrument did he have in his hand?

He smeared something wet and cool against her backside,
rubbing it between her butt cheeks. She heard a click and a low buzzing.

Something began to vibrate against her asshole.

“Oh my god.” She sank lower, raising her hips. A soft bullet
buzzed as if melting everything it touched. In response her pussy flooded. She
bent her elbow and tried to reach with the vibrator but Bram stopped her.

“Not yet, love.”

He pushed the plug in deeper, opening her ass. She took it
easily, enjoying the vibrations as they sang against the muscled walls. It sent
pulses of pleasure into her belly, her pussy, even her nipples. If this was
punishment she wanted more.

“Such a sweet ass,” he murmured behind her. She could hear
the rhythmic whap as he pleasured himself with his hand. “I can’t wait to wreck
it.”

The plug released with a pop and something else replaced it,
something hot, hard and familiar. The tip of Bram’s cock teased her, stroking
the cleft between her cheeks. Another squirt of lube shocked her with cold.

“No! I don’t do that.”

“You can say the word but the word isn’t ‘no’.”

She could say it. She could stop him at any time. Or she
could give him the ride of his life. She made a choice.

“I said no!” she shouted. She tried to roll to her side but
he caught her.

“That’s a good girl. Anal virgins always put up the best
fights.”

“Can I turn it on now?”

“Don’t push it in all the way, just to the curve.”

She slid the vibrator into her soaking pussy and clicked it
on. Her ass ached from the plug but the emptiness was worse.

A tearing sound then Bram positioned his cock at her back
entrance. She could feel the lubed-up skin of the condom pushing. “Ah, that ass
of yours. So fucking hot.”

“Get off me!”

He shoved in deeper. It was a strange sensation. His cock
felt warm and human and alive, better than the hard, cold metal of the plug.
She was pinned down, unable to do anything but squirm. She tried to buck him
off but the movement only inflamed him and he rammed his cock deep in her ass,
filling her to the hilt. She felt her cheeks bounce off his hipbones as he
fucked her.

The warmth in her pussy pulsed and spread. She kept the
vibrator away from her clit but it felt just as good nestled inside her,
buzzing against a thin veil, Bram’s cock slamming into her ass on the other
side.

“You like that, baby?” he whispered, his breath ragged.

“Uhn, yes.” It felt so good, her fake anger stoking her real
lust, heat upon heat, pain upon pleasure.

He jerked his hips and her head flew up. “Let me hear it.”
He yanked on her hair, riding her like a wild pony.

“Fuck me, you fucking bastard! Harder.”

He pumped like a machine, pounding hard into her ass. The
vibrator found its spot and her vision clouded over. She began to buck in
earnest, tossing her head from side to side as Bram struggled to control her.
The orgasm started deep inside her body and rolled in waves, shooting through
her fingertips and out her toes. He came as the vibrations shook her, straining
upright with his hands on her hips and howling like a rabid wolf.

They collapsed together on their sides, Josie laughing for
no reason she could name.

“I didn’t put up much of a fight,” she said.

He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “We’ll
have to practice.”

“Okey dokey. Wait.” She sat up. “Don’t you have another show
tonight?”

“We do. Will you come to it?”

“Try to keep me away.”

“Good. We’re debuting a new song and I think you’ll be
pleased. But you must do something first. Promise me something, love.”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll change your hair back.”

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