The Accidental Groupie
Matilda Martel
Copyright © 2019 by Matilda Martel
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Conclusion
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Chapter 1
The Accidental Groupie
Well, there it was, right there in black and white: LIANA LETO: SUPERMODEL TURNED GROUPIE. I’m going to kill Elliott. As soon as I see him, I’m going to take him by that ridiculous man bun and kick him until he dies. Looking around the newsstand, I spot four more rags with my photo on it. It looks terrible. I look fantastic but overall, the photo looks horrendous. They said no photos. I bet you one of their real groupies caught us with her fucking camera phone. That little tramp must have been following those pricks just waiting for the perfect moment. Glancing around me, I realized I’m attracting attention. People have probably figured out I’m the chick on the cover making out with two rock stars. Jesus H. Christ. I look like a prostitute. Fumbling through my purse, I grabbed my oversized sunglasses and scurried away into the coming crowd.
I’m not worried about my career. As salacious as this looks, notoriety only helps my marketability which lands me more assignments. This will blow over, everything does. My concern is Armand. There is no way he’s not going to find out about this and maybe I could live with him finding out about one guy, but I’m not sure I can bounce back from a fucking threesome! How can I show my face in Paris after everyone thinks I’ve fucked Asher and Earl? I mean I did, but it was just that one time. Rushing to the corner to catch a cab, I’m rattled by the vibrations going off in my purse. It’s Ash.
Baby, can we talk? Please, don’t be mad.
Baby? Who the hell is baby? I’m not his baby. Where the hell does this prick get off calling me baby. I felt desperate to get away from the scene of the crime. While I gave the cabbie the address to my hotel, I start to wonder if I should call Armand. I doubt this indiscretion has been covered by Le Monde, but it’s better that he hears something this heavy from me. Indiscretion. That’s what he called his little liaison—an indiscretion. I’m still pissed but I’ve robbed myself of the upper hand by indulging in this less than satisfying adventure. I’m such an idiot. That’s what the headline should read: LIANA ALEXANDRA LETO IS A FUCKING IDIOT.
Chapter 2
Three Days Earlier
“I’m not interested Elliott. That kind of shit is not my thing.”
Elliott’s typically a great agent, but every once in a while, he likes to shake things up and throw something at me like a music video or auditioning for a movie role. He can’t get it through his fat head that I’m perfectly content modeling. I have no ambition to be a model/actress or a model/whatever.
“Liana, this is Jupiter, they’re really hot right now and they asked for you specifically.” He flips through his old, ratty messenger bag, the one I keep telling him to replace but he insists is lucky and pulls out a folder.
“Who the hell is Jupiter? I’ve never heard any of their music. Why would I want to be associated with them?” I pour myself some tea and ask the waiter for some honey.
“That’s only because your boyfriend is in his 40s and you’re always listening to stupid jazz. People who are your age listen to this band. For fuck’s sake Liana, you’re 19-years-old, act like it.” He handed me a few of their photos and said it would only be one day of filming in New York.
“You should go home every once in a while, you’re not French, you spend way too much time here which forces me to have to come here to see you.” Rolling his eyes, he took a bite out of sandwich and waited for me to look through them.
“Leave me the fuck alone about that already. I love this city. The man I love lives here. Most of my work takes place here—why would I want to go back to New York.” As I checked out photos of the band, I realized I knew one of the members.
“Hey, this guy here, this is Asher Cook. He went to school with my older brother. I know him. I didn’t know he had a band. I wonder if Lionel knows.” I sipped my tea and then reached for my phone to text my brother.
“I’m sure your brother knows his friend from high school is in a band. Most people know Asher Cook is the lead singer for Jupiter. Not everyone is as self-centered as you are, Liana.” He gave me his typical judgmental eyes, prompting a swift kick under the table.
“Get off my ass. I don’t pay you to insult me. I pay you to find me jobs, Elliott and I don’t have to take everything you bring me. Frankly, I’ve never liked the idea of being in a music video. These misogynistic jerks just want to parade half-dressed women in their video to make them look like sex gods. It’s reprehensible. And stop trying to turn me into an actress. I like modeling. I don’t want to do this forever. I want to get married and have babies and just vanish.” Slamming my tea cup down, I felt I made my point.
“I’ll tell them you’ll think about it.”
Armand promised he’d be back from London today. He’s been there on business the last few days and we’re not used to being apart for more than a few days anymore. When we first got together and I was commuting from New York, we’d sometimes spend two weeks apart, but that ended when I moved to Paris permanently 6 months ago. After leaving Elliott, I rushed to catch the Metro and make it home in time to get things ready for his homecoming. He told me he was having some packages delivered for me this afternoon— surprises to make this evening extra special and if I know my man, it’s probably something depraved and perverted. Just thinking about all the possibilities, made my insides melt—he’s so goddamn wonderful.
The first delivery was flowers. Three dozen pink roses arrived right as I walked into our building--they were gorgeous. An hour later, I received a delivery man accompanied by an armed guard bringing me a little red box from Cartier. At first, I thought it might be my long-awaited engagement ring, but that was silly. Armand wouldn’t propose through a courier, he’s got more sense than that. My beautiful diamond solitaire necklace was gorgeous and went perfectly with my third delivery—a elegant but slightly raunchy corset and panty set from Cadolle. By the time his train arrived at the Gare du Nord, I looked incredibly appetizing laying around our cushy king size bed waiting for him to arrive and ravish me six ways to Sunday.
“Liana, ma cherie, are you here?” Armand arrived right on time, but instead of staying in bed the way I planned, I ran into the living room and jumped directly into his arms.
“Baby! I missed you!” He looked so fucking incredible in his bespoke suit. He was the perfect hanger. Sleek and powerful, he had the physique of a Greek god—he was so fucking beautiful. Stunning blue eyes, black hair, 6’6, a perfect hard ass and the most incredible 11-inch cock you’d ever hope to lay your eye on. Lifting me into his arms, I wrapped my legs arms around his waist and let him squeeze my ass while he carried me back to the bedroom.
“Did you like your presents, my love?”
Struggling to remove his jacket, while I licked his Adam’s apple and nibbled on his neck, I nodded. “Of course, I did. I love everything you get for me.”
Tossing me on the mattress, he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shirt. “I have one more gift. Wait here.”
Rushing back into the living room, he returned s
econd later and handed me a bag. “Open this, angel.”
Recognizing the brand on the bag as a sex shop in London we’d sometimes frequent, I giggled and peeked inside. “Armand, you dirty dog. This thing is huge.” It was a massive dildo and bottle of water-soluble lube. Things were about to get downright nasty.
“Get over here.” Bringing his mouth to mine, he kissed me slowly, licking each lip, teasing and enticing me to surrender before swooping in and deepening it with the full intensity of his escalating desire.
Climbing on the bed, he pulled me into his lap and continued to smother me, devouring my lips and nuzzling his way up my neck. As I whimpered with unleashed desire, his hands traveled gently up my stomach, cupping both breasts, and trapping them roughly in his large hands. He loved my tits, almost as much as I loved him playing with them. Beginning with loving caresses, he quickly escalated to a rough a massage before moving on to my favorite, rolling and pulling on my hardened nipples until I grew so aroused, I was forced to grind down on the hard cock jetting up from his boxers.
“Liana, I’m so hard. Let me see you baby. Take these off.” He unraveled the laces on my corset then pointed at my panties, instructing me to remove them.
He could have done it himself, but he wanted me to do it. He wanted me to submit to his commands and as always, I yielded to him completely. Nodding demurely, I stood on the mattress and slowly slid my panties down, tossing them on his face. I loved being a dirty girl for him. He was my first and only lover and deep down I felt like I belonged to him in every way. As I kneeled down, he gripped me by the waist and made me straddle his lap, shoving my breasts right to his face. He was in heaven.
Armand nestled his face into my cleavage. Always fascinated by their size, he licked his way down each slope. He held them in his palms, caressing and petting, lingering on each swell before his mouth moved on to my very neglected nipples. Sucking one deep in his mouth, between his tongue and his teeth, I cried softly against his dark hair, whining as he tugged harder and grinding down on his enormous cock.
“Do you want more, sweetheart?” Thankfully I didn’t have to ask.
Nodding and whining as his suckling became more aggressive, I bit my lip and pulled his hair to get him to ease up. I could feel the space between my thighs becoming wetter by the second and I was certain he could feel it on his legs. As if he could read my mind, his hand callously abandoned my left breast and traveled south to investigate why his lap was drenched.
“Liana, you’re soaking wet.” His thick finger lined my slit, stopping to making lazy circles on my clit as I spread my legs wider and leaned into him for support. When he’d gathered enough fluid, he stopped to look at me, stuck his finger in his mouth, and licked it clean.
“How do I taste?”
“Better than the finest wine, my love.” He grabbed me roughly, tossing me towards the pillows and spread my legs.
“Oh no, what are you doing?” He loved when I played the innocent, it got him so hot. Dipping his face closer as his fingers thumbed my clit, he glanced up and watched me thrash about, waiting for him to give me more.
“Play with yourself, baby.” His seductive tone and his faint French accent turned me on almost as much as his words.
“I couldn’t. You’ll see me.” I batted my eyelashes and looked away embarrassed. This was his favorite game.
“Of course, I will. I want to watch you.” He brought my hand to my pussy and got me started.
“This is so embarrassing.” I strummed my clit inches away from his face with little shame but continued to scream how mortified I was.
“That looks so fucking good.” As he watched with baited breath, he took his giant cock out of his pants and slowly stroked it.
The longer he watched me with savage desire in his eyes, the more I wanted to cum for him. Mewing and moaning, I finally got the perfect rhythm on the sweetest spot that grew to such intensity, it almost caught me by surprise. With a renewed assault, I strummed mercilessly, until my ass flew off the mattress and my legs trembled in a wild display of sexual gratification that stunned the 42-year-old man sitting inches away.
“Baby! Get that beautiful ass over here!” Pulling me by my thighs, Armand sunk his tongue deep inside me. Squealing as his tongue licked slowly up my slit, he teased and taunted without pity until he latched on to my swollen clit. I howled incoherently as he licked and suckled on the perfect spot, pushing me toward a second orgasm and forcing my hips to rock uncontrollably against his mouth. While I screamed and thrashed with savage adrenaline, he swiftly peeled off his boxers and brought his cock to my lips.
“Oh no! It’s so big! Do you want me to put all of that in my little mouth?” I licked the top and slowly sucked on the first inch.
“I do, baby. Open up.” He tapped my lips with the head, prodding me to open wide, then slowly slid in 5 to 6 inches.
Petting my hair and smiling, he groaned with delight. “Such a good girl.”
Wanting to get a better angle, I crawled up on all fours and attacked this serious task straight on. As he thrust forward, I pushed back, struggling to take down as much as I could while gripping the thick base tightly and letting saliva slide down to ease my path. I looked up at him, wanting him to watch closely as I engulfed his shaft, worshipping it like it was the best thing I’d ever had in my mouth. He kept his eyes glued on me, gazing in awe as I struggled to take his whole dick down my throat. It wasn’t possible but I was still going try. I was so turned on, I wanted to take it as deep as I could, hoping he’d cum in my mouth or on my face. I wanted things to get as nasty as they could, but he didn’t want to take any chances. While I slurped, suctioned without mercy and pumped with an eagerness to taste his salty cum, I heard him growl in a fit of ecstasy just before he pulled me away and reprimanded me for trying to make him orgasm before he was ready.
“Jesus Christ, Liana! You know it’s too soon. You’ve earned yourself a spanking, little girl.”
Faking my shocked expression, I pouted with faux remorse then turned around and served up my ass. “I’m sorry, not too hard please.” I whined while I stuck my cheeks in the air, expecting a good one.
He was always generous. My spankings were never without immediate reward and gratification. As his heavy hand came down on my ass, my high-pitched scream turned into a low guttural groan when his long, thick, impossibly huge shaft filled me to the hilt in one thrust. Pulling out all the way and plunging back in with every swat, I whimpered, wailed, howled and begged for more.
“Fuck me back, kitten— come on, come get my cock, if you want it so badly.” He teased and withheld my prize, making me push my pussy into his colossal dick with reckless desire, rotating my hips in small circles the way he liked it. When he began riding me harder, setting a brutal pace, I gasped for air, clawed against the sheets and trembled helplessly as the sweet agony of our combined frenzy threatened to overwhelm me.
“Oh fuck! Slow down! I’m cumming too fast! I can’t stop! I can’t stop! Baby! I fucking love your cock!” Writhing and jerking as I fell forward on to mattress, I felt drowned in waves of ecstasy that rocked me into a trance until my senses shattered and a rush of release forced a primal shriek from my lips.
Slowing down, he turned me over again and covered me with his body. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love you so much. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Locking his lips to mine, he wrapped his arms around me tightly until his body went taut and his pulsing cock climaxed deep inside me.
“I love you. I love being yours.” I really did. I’d only ever been with him, but I didn’t need to be with anyone else to know he was all I would ever want or need.
As we lay exhausted, wrapped in one another and basking in blissful afterglow, I could tell something was bothering him. He was nuzzled tightly to me, but he appeared distracted.
Gathering the sheet to cover myself, I snuggled up next to him and sighed, “What’s the matter, baby? Do you want to try out that big dildo?” I knew th
at wasn’t it, but I had to get the conversation going somehow.
Smiling and shaking his head, he mumbled that it could wait then slowly kissed my hand. Gazing into my eyes, his suddenly grew misty and I was overcome with a feeling of terror. All I could do was imagine the worst. Was he dumping me? Was today’s big show just a nice way to let me down? I had to ask, but I didn’t want to. I needed to know what the hell his tears were about, but I was too scared to broach the subject. He was obviously waiting for me to say something. When he pulled me tighter into his arms, squeezing me for dear life, I knew. He had to have done something.
Mustering every ounce of courage within me, I finally asked. “Armand? What’s wrong?” My heart was already breaking.
“Ma cherie, I need to tell you something that will hurt you. I don’t want to tell you, but you deserve to know.” He gripped my hand tightly as my eyes teared and my bottom lip trembled.
“Did you cheat on me?” I fought to retrieve my hand, but he held it firmly.
“My love, it was one time only. It was two weeks ago when I was in Madrid-- right after you and I quarreled. She works for me and she’s been coming on to me for a while. I should have transferred her to another department, I knew it was dangerous, but she’s very good at what she does. Please forgive me, my angel. It was the one time. We had been drinking, but that’s no excuse. She doesn’t work for me anymore. Nothing like this will ever happen again. I love you so much, Liana.”
My mind went into a tailspin. How could he love me? How could he come home and make love to me like nothing happened? How could he? I wiped the tears falling down my cheeks and tried to control my anger. It was better to be sad than angry at this stage—I didn’t want to say something I’d regret.
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