“So tell me,” Slader whispered. “And then I’ll show you what it’s like... to feel... to experience...”
Jessica licked her lips, wondering what Slader tasted like. What he tasted like everywhere.
She thought for a second and the first thing that came to mind was a dark memory. A tragedy that she hadn’t thought about for a while. Why it came with Slader sitting right there didn’t make sense.
“My sister is dead,” Jessica said.
“Dead?”
“She died ten years ago. I was young but I remember it.”
“How, Jessica? How did it happen?”
Slader leaned towards her. His interest had obviously been peaked.
Jessica didn’t feel very comfortable talking about it anymore but she couldn’t deny Slader. She couldn’t deny him anything.
“She did something stupid,” Jessica whispered. “She hated her life. So she took it.”
Slader closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck.”
“That’s about right,” Jessica said. “She was my best friend and then she was gone. I turned to music for comfort. It brought me out of hell so I decided to follow music.”
Slader gripped Jessica’s hand tight. With his free hand he touched her face. His fingertips guided along her cheek, her jaw, down her neck. He licked his lips and stared at her.
“That’s why you’re here,” Slader said. “Your time is still counting. That’s why you’re here. Come here, Jessica, come to me.”
Jessica hesitated for a second, but Slader’s hands quickly moved to her sides and pulled her. His strength was intense and he actually lifted her, positioning Jessica right on top of him. Her hands gripped the back of the leather couch as she let out a whimper.
“I’m going to taste your pain,” Slader said. “And then show you everything you’ll ever need.”
His hands touched the bottom of Jessica’s shirt and he slowly placed his hands to her bare skin.
Jessica shivered and moaned.
She weeps, silently, her eyes hazed but still perfect. Her hands are small but purposeful. They touch. They mold. They change everything. They’ve changed me. They’ll change the world. Sometimes she weeps out loud; she doesn’t know I know. I can hear her tiny voice echoing. I love her for it. I want to touch her. I want to tell her she’s okay. But I can’t lie... are we okay?
.11.
The feelings rushing through Alex Slader were intense. The whiskey raging through his veins and into his soul only helped to fuel memories. The whiskey didn’t mask anything. It just made life that much better right then.
Jessica’s body was against his. He was thick and hard and he knew Jessica could feel it. His hands touched her bare skin, at her stomach. His left hand slid up and his fingers sought comfort against Jessica’s ribs. His thumb moved up and down her ribs, tickling Jessica. He enjoyed watching her squirm, fighting the urge to laugh from being tickled yet embracing the urge to be sexually satisfied.
Hearing Jessica’s quick story of death and pain made the connection stronger. The moment he saw Jessica was the moment everything began to make sense. The past two shows were beautiful shows. Slader felt alive on stage. The band played better. The crowd responded louder. Everything felt okay.
Slader’s right hand turned and flicked at the button on Jessica’s pants. The button opened and Slader had the access he wanted. To feel her delicious wetness and smell her desire. His fingers gently moved into Jessica’s panties. She jumped a little and with his left hand still at her ribs, Slader kept Jessica in place. There was no way she was moving.
No way.
Slader wouldn’t allow it. And if Jessica dared, right then, he’d have to handcuff her again. He couldn’t lose her. It was bad enough he tempted himself, Jessica, and fate by letting her out of the handcuffs already. Not to mention sending her out of the room. But that was much needed... because when Jessica had left the room, Alex Slader wept. He wasn’t afraid of his feelings but he cared more about his power and command. To show himself partially broken would be showing a weakness that nobody knew about.
The weakness of his heart.
Of how fast he could fall and never return.
His fingertips touched smooth skin. His fingers tingled with anticipation and at the first touch of the moist cure of Jessica’s body, Slader thrust up. His cock ached for Jessica to look at him, touch him, suck him. To have Jessica on him, with him inside her.
With just his middle finger, he slid along Jessica’s wet folds, opening them. Her labia felt so tender, so wet. It made Slader’s mouth water. He envisioned suckling on Jessica, tasting her.
Soon, yes. He would.
His finger moved all the way along Jessica’s body, to the end of her sex and beyond. He dared to touch her elsewhere because he could and Jessica wouldn’t deny him. Her other hole, much tighter, puckered against his wet touch, and Slader moaned. He wanted Jessica in every way possible. He wanted to touch her, love her, and fuck her everywhere. His finger came back to Jessica’s pussy, now stopping at her hole. He circled the warm rim of her sex and then penetrated her. With one finger, one time, just to feel her warm insides. To feel her throb against his finger.
“Jessica,” Slader whispered. “You’re so fucking tight... when was the last time?”
Jessica shook her head. The look on her face was intense. She looked ready to come again. Already.
Slader pushed his finger up into her harder, deeper.
Jessica cried out.
“Tell me,” Slader commanded. “When was the last time?”
Jessica opened her mouth as Slader slid his finger from her. She let out a long breath as he did so. Slader retreated with his fingers, spreading Jessica’s innocent moisture along her smooth, shaved skin, all the way to her stomach. He then gripped her with both hands, at her ribs, waiting for her answer.
“Jessica...”
“Six months,” Jessica said.
“Six months?” Slader asked. “Fuck.”
“Even then... it wasn’t... like this...”
Slader looked at Jessica and he knew he needed to start slowly. To work her into everything. So as much as Slader hated to neglect Jessica’s tender core, he needed to for the moment.
His hands touched Jessica’s shirt again. He lifted his hands, forcing Jessica to lift her hands. Her shirt gently moved from her body, her hair pulling up and then letting go. The sight of her soft, delicate skin, left Slader starving for her body. For her sex. He touched her shoulders and then the straps of her bra. His fingers followed her straps down to her chest. Her breasts were contained by the black silk cloth of her bra. Slader leaned forward and kissed just above Jessica’s chest.
She moaned.
The tip of his tongue flickered and slowly slid between the cleavage line of Jessica’s chest.
Yes.
Jessica moaned again.
Slader reached to Jessica’s back and unhooked her bra. He kissed her harder and faster at her chest, moving up towards her throat. Jessica put her head back and her arms down. She let Slader take her bra off, not that she would have had a choice. Slader dropped the bra to the floor and touched her skin again, just under her breasts. His heart raced like it hadn’t done in years.
In years.
The time of rock n’ roll had brought him any and all women he could have ever desired. Women who served to please him and nothing else. Women who would literally do anything to provide Slader with pleasure.
But the difference was that those women weren’t Jessica.
And the thought blew Slader’s mind away.
Something about Jessica was just...
Everything.
His hands moved up, touching Jessica’s heavy breasts. He cupped both her breasts and squeezed. The hardness of her nipples touching his warm palms. His hands moved back down and Slader took his mouth from Jessica’s neck. She still had her head back, breathing fast, sighing and moaning together.
Slader looked at Jessica’s chest.
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Her creamy breasts.
Her thick nipples.
His fingers couldn’t help themselves as he touched her. With all ten of his fingers, he ran by her nipples one finger at a time. He watched Jessica jump. Listened to her moan.
His left hand cupped her right breast. His right fingers continued to touch Jessica’s left breast. Using his pointer finger and thumb, he began to test Jessica’s nipple. He felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for this. For Jessica.
And in many ways he had been waiting for her.
He pulled at her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, feeling Jessica’s reaction. She pushed her body harder to his. As she grinded against Slader, his cock throbbed, wanting more of Jessica.
When he couldn’t take anymore, he came forward and gently kissed her left breast. He kissed around her nipple with soft kisses and then at her nipple, he flicked her with the tip of his tongue. She let out a long groan and Slader felt his wildest urges coming to life.
He opened his mouth and let his warm breath spread across her chest. He watched her nipple, inches from his mouth, and he let out a groan of his own. As he slowly engulfed Jessica’s soft breast into his mouth, his left hand released its grip on Jessica’s right breast and slid down her body to her waist. There he gripped her, holding her tight to his body.
He sucked on Jessica, wanting more in his mouth than he could take. He pulled back and let his tongue swirl around her nipple, savoring its warm, soft taste. With a popping sound, he came off her nipple and stared at it. With his saliva covering her breast, it glistened against the light.
Slader moved to Jessica’s other breast, offering the same sensual attention it needed. He then added his teeth, rubbing against her nipple, feeling her reaction.
Slader took his mouth from her chest and then cupped her breasts with both hands. That’s when Jessica looked down at Slader.
He was beautiful. Perfect and innocent. She moved her hands from the top of the couch to Slader’s shoulders, holding him.
“You taste amazing,” Slader said. “I want more.”
“Have more,” Jessica said. “Please...”
Slader looked down, admiring Jessica’s tight body. He wanted to tear everything off her. Everything. He wanted her naked. His wanted his tongue everywhere on her body.
“We can’t here,” Slader said. “When I start this, Jessica, I won’t stop. Nothing will ever stop me.”
“Please,” Jessica begged.
Slader’s hands massaged Jessica’s chest. She rubbed against him, hard but slow. Each time she moved, Slader felt his body wanting to come. He resisted the urge to do so though, wanting to save everything for Jessica.
“We’re going to go someplace special,” Slader said. “Somewhere I’ve never shared before.”
“Yes,” Jessica said.
“You have your story, don’t you?”
Jessica nodded.
“Your story about the show. The band. The meaning and purpose. How it feels to be there... to hear the show, Jessica.”
“I have it all,” Jessica said.
Slader took his hands from Jessica’s chest.
Her breasts were full and in need of more attention. Everything about Jessica needed attention.
“The rest of this night,” Slader said, “is for you...”
Waste… away… away… the waste… away… waste… away…
.12.
Carrie eyed Thomas and his eyes. He had kind eyes actually. The kind of eyes that told her his life had gotten a little out of control. Too many wants, ignoring his needs, biting off more than he could chew at every turn. He enjoyed power. He enjoyed his success. But he feared losing money and respect. It was everything Carrie could pick up on while talking to him for close to an hour.
She let Thomas drink and talk.
He spoke of the land that John wanted to buy. He wouldn’t give it up out of pure spite. He thought he could be the one to develop the land. To create condos and make a fortune at it. To show up everyone who had ever doubted him before.
“I don’t doubt you,” Carrie said.
She kept her smile because she knew the night was close to being over.
She had a couple more tricks up her sleeve and then it would be done.
“You don’t know much about me,” Thomas said.
“That’s because sitting at a table isn’t intimate enough. Is it?”
Thomas looked around. “I guess not.”
“Then come with me.”
Carrie stood up. She kept the power by making the first moves. That was the easiest way to do it. If Thomas didn’t care to follow, it didn’t matter. He’d stare at her. He’d watch her start to walk away and know he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give up the opportunity. After spilling his guts for so long, he wanted comfort.
Carrie put her hand out and Thomas took it.
He struggled to stand thanks to all his drinks. The scotch had begun to rock his world but Carrie knew that Thomas had no idea what rock his world meant. Just wait until the morning.
Carrie tried to turn but Thomas stopped her.
“This is... quiet, right?” he asked.
Carrie touched Thomas’s face. “Of course it is. I want to make you happy, Thomas. Everything you’ve said tells me something is missing. Let me fill you... or you fill me...”
Thomas smiled and nodded.
“Thank you,” Thomas said. “I need tonight. Just one night.”
“Sometimes that’s all it takes to change our lives, isn’t it?”
Carrie felt sexy and poetic.
She led the way with Thomas, holding his hand. She led him to the elevator and they rode it up to the tenth floor. The floor where John always kept a room available, for circumstances such as this. Carrie got him to the room and before the door could click shut, she grabbed Thomas by his shirt and pulled him towards her. She kept him at a very small distance, the lingering need to be kissed floating around them.
“I want to tear your shirt off,” Carrie whispered.
“Do it,” Thomas said. “Please.”
Carried used both hands and pulled. The buttons on Thomas’s expensive shirt weren’t a match for her. The buttons popped open, almost all at once. They scattered, some of them hitting the walls, and Carrie put her hands to Thomas’s body. It was nothing like John’s body but Carrie had to play it off. She had to pretend Thomas had the greatest body of all time.
“Touch me,” Carrie whispered.
“Where?”
“Wherever you want to touch me,” Carrie said. “Just hurry... I want to be touched.”
Thomas’s hands shook with fear. Carrie sensed the fear and she backed away from him. She backed into the wall, purposely hitting it hard. She bent her knees and spread her legs.
“I’m desperate for you,” Carrie said. “Oh, Thomas...”
Carrie lifted her dress. She pulled it all the way up to show off her hot pink thong. The thin line of cloth that kept her from being exposed to Thomas now became his focus.
“Where do you want to touch me?” Carrie asked. “Here?” She placed her pointer finger between her legs.
Thomas groaned and wobbled left to right, drunk as hell.
“Or here?”
Carrie touched her chest, cupping her breast over her dress.
“Both,” Thomas said, smiling.
“Both?” Carrie asked. “Oh, Thomas, I was hoping you’d say that. Come here. Touch me. Touch me where I’m aching to be touched. Yes.”
Thomas stepped forward and smiled. His eyes and hands were syncing up by the second. All Carrie could do was wait. The second Thomas’s hand touched her breast (Carrie was thankful Thomas went there first instead of somewhere else), the door to the hotel room opened and in walked John.
With a camera.
A few clicks later, Carrie smiled and looked at John.
This was a job well done.
The way she looks, the way I feel. I... desire... her.
.13.
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The car stopped in front of the restaurant and Jessica looked to the building. She’d seen it many times but couldn’t afford an appetizer in the place, let alone a night in the hotel rooms above the restaurant.
“This is too much,” Jessica said, mostly to herself.
Slader’s hands were everywhere on her, holding her. He moved the hair from her face to behind her ear. He kissed her ear and shocked Jessica once more. Not that she didn’t expect to be shocked again and again over the course of the night.
“I own all this,” Slader whispered.
“You own... the car?” Jessica asked.
Slader exhaled a laughing breath that climbed across Jessica’s face. He turned her head so she looked at him instead of the building. Jessica couldn’t contain the way she felt looking at Slader. There was command and compassion behind those eyes. It was a mix she’d never seen before. A mix that attracted her not just physically but with her entire soul.
“I own the car,” Slader whispered. “But I own the restaurant and hotel too.”
“You’re a rockstar,” Jessica said.
“I told you... I am the rockstar. I control more than you could ever imagine, Jessica. But tonight, I want to control you.”
“What’s next?” Jessica asked and smiled.
Slader moved at her. His lips gently touched hers.
Their first kiss.
Up until that point Slader had touched Jessica and enjoyed the comfort and taste of her breasts. Now he had her lips.
Jessica kept her eyes open, as did Slader. The first few seconds it took Jessica all her might not to smile. The rockstar fantasy burning in her mind screamed, I’m kissing Alex Slader!, but it was more than just kissing. His hands held her face, keeping her in place. He kissed her over and over, just lips. It was erotic yet torturous at the same time. Having his lips touching hers over and over made her warm and wet. His hands moved down to her neck, gently touching her. The feeling was almost uncomfortable, like a subtle domination attempt, but Jessica never spoke a word.
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