Jessica went down as far as she could and slowly pulled back. She took her mouth off him, licked her lips, and took a few breaths. She was right back at Slader then, this time moving on him faster. Her mouth enjoying his body, Slader gently offering thrusts at Jessica, wanting more of her. He put his fingertips to her shoulders and started to move her, not wanting her to take her mouth off him again. He guided her back and forth, watching the way Jessica’s mouth looked with his cock inside it. Sliding in and out, her lips clinging to his hard skin. The feel of her warm mouth. The feel of her lips on him. The feel of her tongue trying to move along the bottom of his shaft.
Slader bent his knees and let out a long groan.
“Oh, fuck... Jessica...”
Jessica moaned.
The warm vibrations teased at Slader, tempting him to come in her mouth. To fill her mouth and throat with his desire.
But he couldn’t. He still couldn’t.
Not that first time... that first time was meant for her body.
Yes.
Slader pushed with his fingertips on Jessica’s shoulders, forcing her mouth off him. She complied and Slader stared down at Jessica’s hungry mouth, sensual eyes, and then to his glistening cock again. The mix of Jessica’s body and now saliva was too much for even Alex Slader to bear.
“Stand up,” Slader said.
Jessica listened.
Slader gripped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it.
It was time.
He had to be inside Jessica again. He had to come in her. He had to make her fully his, once and for all.
He tore Jessica’s bra off her chest and his hands were eager to touch her tender breasts again. They were so full, the creamy color of her skin accented by the rose color of her nipples.
Slader’s hand slid down to Jessica’s waist and he pulled at her. His cock slid between her legs, touching her wetness. He cupped her ass and lifted her. Jessica cried out as Slader began to walk. He felt himself bouncing, tapping gently against her pussy. It was a pleasure filled torture, and maybe one of the longest walks of his life as Slader took Jessica to the bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, he dropped Jessica to the bed and wasted no time having her. With his feet on the floor, Slader put his hands behind Jessica’s knees, spreading her open and thrusting at her, in her.
He sank deep into her, but instead of holding there like before, he had to fuck her. His body took control of everything and there was no stopping. The harder he fucked Jessica, the more she reacted. The louder her cries became. The deeper he felt himself inside her. The more her ample chest began to move. It all became some kind of challenge for Slader. To leave his mark with Jessica. So that if there were moments in time they weren’t together, she’d think of him because she needed him.
He placed his hands to Jessica’s chest and held tight. He squeezed hard enough that she cried out and then slammed her hands to his. She began to thrust at him, matching his fast pace. The thrusts were harder and faster, Slader beginning to reach a point of no return. He and Jessica were perfect together, the sex had more lust and passion than Slader thought to exist.
He finally climbed onto the bed and lowered his body to Jessica’s. He felt her breasts touch his chest. He slid a hand behind her neck and held her. His thrusts were just as deep but with a slower pace. Jessica continued to thrust up at him, pulling at his body, wanting everything.
Slader felt Jessica throbbing, coming, and she buried her face to his chest and cried out.
Slader then felt his own body react.
It was time.
The command came from deep within.
And with a few more thrusts, Slader reached his own climax.
Deep inside Jessica, Slader held there and began to come. He spilled into her over and over, but it was Jessica that did the work for Slader. He remained in place, inside Jessica, and she gently lifted and lowered her body, allowing her warm, tender sex to ease everything from Slader’s body.
When they finished, Slader rolled to his side, keeping Jessica with him.
“You are now mine,” Slader whispered.
Jessica nodded.
Her eyes were intense and beautiful. They were innocent and pure.
They were under his control now... the power of sexual desire that matched the power of music. Alex Slader knew both very well.
My eyes are blind. My eyes are blind. My eyes are blind. My eyes are blind.
What has he done? What has he done? What has he done?
My destiny. My destiny.
You.
.15.
Carrie woke with a smile on her face. She rolled to the other side of the bed and found John sitting up. The night hadn’t ended in the hotel room. In fact, in many ways, it had only begun then. With the pictures they needed, Carrie and John rushed back to the apartment where John fulfilled the contract by having sex with Carrie, starting with her chosen position. After a few minutes, the contract, as always, went into John’s favor. He then commanded the night for two hours before finally climaxing. Carrie was then contractually obligated to shower herself and climb into bed for sleep.
Normally, John would be gone by now.
This was a little treat that he was still here.
But Carrie knew why.
John had plenty of work to do on the new condos... that was, if everything had gone to plan. It wasn’t Carrie’s concern nor problem if things didn’t work out. She put in her effort, abided by the contract she had signed with John.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
John lifted his cell phone, a signal for Carrie to wait.
Carrie rolled to her back and took a deep breath.
She thought about her life for a few seconds, but they were mere seconds wasted. It didn’t matter how she ended up where she did. All that mattered was that she enjoyed her life. Aside from the way John sometimes acted, she did enjoy it. The sexual command of the contract was really hot... and it was something she could count on. For a life built on broken dreams and heartache, at least Carrie knew what was going to happen.
And it would happen because of the sexual contract.
That was why she was never tempted to break her promise of silence and tell Jessica about the contract. She feared nobody would understand. The only way someone would truly understand was if they had been in Carrie’s shoes. Lived her life. Felt her pain. Anyone who saw someone like John... rich and good looking... with the offer he had given to her...
“Perfect,” John said.
He stood from the bed, dressed in his suit, and took a phone call.
He left the room and Carrie remained in bed, waiting.
When he returned to the room a few minutes later, his hands were in his pockets and he was smiling.
“It’s all done,” John said.
“Done? Done as in good... or done as in bad?”
“It seems that Thomas has had a change of heart,” John said. “I talked to him and he’s willing not to just negotiate the thought of selling his land to my company... he’s willing to come down on the price, pay the taxes for this year, and simply just disappear.”
“How strange,” Carrie said with a vixen smile.
“I even had the chance to ask him if he had more land,” John said. “He hesitated, which told me he had plenty of it. Plenty.”
Carrie giggled.
It felt good to be bad.
Somewhere inside her heart, there were feelings, but most of it was simply numb. For a man like Thomas, a rich businessman willing to cheat so easily on his wife, why not let him suffer? Why not let him worry if those pictures would ever surface? He was prominent and that meant he would be under John’s command from here on out.
“I’m glad we got that taken care of,” John said.
He walked to the edge of the bed. He grabbed the sheet and started to slowly move it off Carrie’s nude body. That was also part of the contract... after sex, she would shower and sleep naked. The scent of her soft skin being enough t
o tempt any man. That’s what John enjoyed. The temptation of knowing Carrie was all his.
The sheet moved past her breasts. Carrie giggled again and looked down to her small, perky nipples. They were tiny nubs, a light shade of pink.
“No touching,” John said. “I just want to look.”
“Of course,” Carrie said.
John stared for a few seconds and then he began to adjust his tie. He stretched his neck and his face became suddenly serious.
“We have more work,” John said.
“Already?” Carrie asked.
“You know what’s next.”
Carrie swallowed. She turned her head.
“Look at me,” John said.
“John...”
John rushed to the side of the bed and grabbed Carrie’s face. He forced her to look at him. His stare was intense and scary. He looked powerful and dangerous at the same time.
There was something in the contract that gave him more power than Carrie sometimes felt comfortable with. The word punishment was thrown around too easily in the contract and while it excited Carrie... handcuffs, rope, blindfolds... it was the physical force that John used sometimes that scared her. Just like then. Holding her face, forcing her to stare at him.
“You signed the contract,” John said. “We have work to do.”
“Yes,” Carrie whispered. “Yes.”
“Good. Good girl...”
John released his hold and his hand crept down to one of Carrie’s breasts. He cupped her and squeezed, groaning. He then pinched her nipple and pulled, bringing tears to Carrie’s eyes.
“Let’s discuss this,” John said. “I have something for you.”
He walked to the other side of the room and grabbed his briefcase. He put it on the bed, the financial businessman he was, and he opened it. He took out a document and placed it on the bed.
“This covers the basics of what I need,” John said. “I’m tired of competing for a name in this city. I want it all, Carrie. I want to control everything I can get my hands on. And that goes beyond the bedroom. Beyond you.”
John smiled with a sick implication.
The thought came to Carrie, wondering if John had other contracts out there. Other people working for him, performing for him.
“This one is the most important,” John said. “This one has been cultivating for a long time. And it just so happens a little luck has fallen... and that’s why we need this now.”
“How soon?” Carrie asked.
“The moment the door opens,” John said.
“The door...?”
John laughed. A greedy, sick laugh. He lifted a hand and pointed with one finger. He pointed to Carrie’s wall. The gesture may not seem like much, but it was what it meant... John wasn’t just pointing at Carrie’s wall, he was pointing as Jessica’s room.
I will never go back. I will never cross a crying sea. I will never wash my body in the salty sadness of the fate I’ll never face again. I’ll wake with clear eyes, a broken heart, but my mind will rest once again.
I will.
I will.
.16.
Jessica opened her eyes, expecting the fantasy to be over.
It wasn’t.
The fantasy remained next to her, his eyes closed. She touched his cheek and found his jaw bone. She followed it to his chin. She touched Slader’s lips and then took her finger to her lips. She kissed her finger, feeling girly and foolish for doing such a thing but she didn’t care.
She had gotten her one night.
The ultimate one night stand as far as she was concerned. A night with Alex Slader, the ultimate rockstar. Her body thanked her by throbbing and aching. A mild pain remained between her legs, giving her the feeling of being a virgin. She’d never had someone thrust at her like Slader had done the night before. The passion in his eyes, the power of his body. She’d never come like that. Her orgasms had been so intense, they almost hurt.
Jessica never thought pain and sex could go together, but with Alex Slader, they certainly did.
Slader opened his eyes, suddenly, and just stared at Jessica. For a few seconds Jessica wondered if he was having the same thoughts as she. The thoughts of sex. The thoughts of everything being real.
But she couldn’t accept that.
Slader was a rockstar.
He had sex every day of his life. Probably more than once. Probably with more than one woman... maybe a few at the same time. Over and over. Living that wild life of sex, music, booze, drugs, and the indulgences that came with the career.
Slader touched Jessica’s face. She felt the roughness of his fingers and it made her shiver. Her nipples became instantly hard, her sex throbbing and dampening. She didn’t want the one night stand to end. She wanted it to be the beginning. She wanted the one night stand to turn into an all day stand... or a life submission.
Jessica bit her lip, trying to keep from breathing too hard or making any noise.
“Beautiful Jessica,” Slader whispered.
His warm breath tasted like sex and sleep. He inched towards Jessica, his hand moved to her neck. She came at him as he pulled her. Their lips touched and Jessica finally had to moan.
The kiss was way too short for Jessica’s needs.
“Are you leaving soon?” Slader asked.
“Do I have to?”
“Yes. Time is still moving. You have a story to tell, don’t you?”
“I do,” Jessica said.
And she really did.
Her plan would work still. She just needed to find the strength to climb out of bed. She hated the idea of leaving Slader.
But everything came to an end, didn’t it?
Sex. Lust. Life.
“Go then,” Slader said. “I have to record today.”
“New song?”
“New inspiration,” Slader said. “I like to hit record and just explore everything that comes to me. I record for hours upon hours, waiting for the right thing to come. And sometimes it’s not until I listen to the recordings that I find it. It might be a note that I randomly hit. It might be a sequence that I didn’t even realize I played. Or it might just be something I’ve said. Or the silence... the worst sound of it all. Right? Silence.”
“Yes,” Jessica said. “Silence. It’s scary.”
“It’s ending,” Slader said. “Silence is... death. And death will take us all.”
“I hate silence,” Jessica said.
She thought of her sister right then. The silence of her sister’s voice. The silence of her sister’s room. The silence of what her sister had done...
As tears came, she closed her eyes. A few tears made their way out and when she felt Slader touching her face again, she jumped.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean...”
“It’s beautiful,” Slader said.
Jessica watched as Slader stared at the tear on his finger. He was amazed by it and something about that sight made Jessica feel as though she needed to weep some more. Just being that close to Slader did something to Jessica. She felt so open. She felt so willing to trust him. Everything about his eyes called to her, controlled her.
Slader slid the covers off Jessica’s body.
It was definitely time to leave.
“Thank you, Slader,” Jessica whispered.
Slader touched Jessica’s chest. With his pointer finger, he drew a line down between her bare breasts.
“Don’t thank me just yet,” Slader said.
Jessica found the strength to leave the bed, get dressed, and leave the hotel. Each step she took away from Slader was like a little shot to her heart.
When she got home, she was relieved to find Carrie sitting at the dining room table, leafing through a magazine, a cup of tea in front of her. There was power in the innocence Carrie had, innocence that made Jessica feel more at home.
“How was your night?” Carrie asked.
She stared down at the magazine. Jessica knew that sign from Carrie. Something had happened
with John. Normally, Jessica would sit with Carrie and talk to her. Help her through whatever it was John did now.
But this morning Jessica had work.
“Long night,” Jessica said. “I have to type my story.”
“So... you got it?”
“And then some,” Jessica said.
Carrie looked at her. It was a distant look. An empty look.
“Are you two going to see each other again?” Carrie asked.
“I have no idea,” Jessica said. “As far as I’m concerned, it was the greatest one night stand in the world. But, honestly, Carrie, there’s something about him...”
Jessica felt emotion overcoming her. She had to back off fast. She couldn’t talk about Alex Slader. Not to Carrie. No offense to Carrie. She didn’t understand this stuff. She was an innocent woman. She had a boyfriend who controlled her but for all the wrong reasons. Aside from that, Jessica didn’t know much about her roommate. Other than at the right time they both needed a roommate and found each other.
“I really have to get this story written.”
Jessica walked away.
Her mind, her body, even her heart was all focused on Slader.
When she sat at her laptop, the words came fast. The problem was that they weren’t the words she needed to tell. They were the words she wanted to tell, just to see in writing the truth of Alex Slader.
None of it would work though.
None of it.
Jessica printed what she wrote, then deleted it. She repeated the same process a total of four times. Each time she read her printed words, they were golden, but not meant for Mr. Plink. No way. Jessica couldn’t imagine painting Alex Slader as a dominating romantic rockstar. That wasn’t her job right then. Her job was to tell the story of the show. The man behind the show. The band...
Ashes in Vain.
Jessica closed her eyes and typed.
An hour later Jessica had the story written, edited, sent, and she stared at her cell phone. The call came five minutes later, the fastest she’d ever gotten a call after submitting a story to Mr. Plink.
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