How to Reprimand Your Rock Star (DommeNation #2)

by Mina Vaughn

  To say I felt good would be a gross understatement. I was on cloud nine. Cloud thirty-five. Whatever. I was in the car with the people who mattered most to me in this world. Keaton’s charm, his collar, winked at me from across the car and I wanted to throw myself on him. He canceled a show—a major venue—just to see me win.

  I invited Scarlett to meet us at the restaurant. I wanted her to meet my parents and spend some time getting to know Keaton. She was stunned at his bold move and decided that yes, she would like to see what all the fuss was about. Her words, not mine.

  We arrived at the venue in shock. There was already a huge sign: CONGRATULATIONS, HUSKIES, WOMEN’S BASKETBALL NATIONAL CHAMPIONS!

  I looked at Keaton.

  “I told you I know things, Goddess,” he whispered.

  “Thank you,” I mouthed.

  “Anything for you.”

  Inside, the DJ was spinning a wide variety of favorites for the crowd. Some hip-hop for the team, eighties favorites for the parents, and even a little rock. I wonder who wanted to hear that.

  Keaton took off his hat and glasses and worked the crowd. Surprisingly, everyone was really kind and not overly gushy. Apparently in the time from when I was outed until now, people got used to the fact that I was dating a megastar and they just decided to treat him like any other Husky friend or family.

  I liked that.

  Making myself a dish of chicken piccata, raviolis, and a few of the little dessert tarts—eclectic, I know, but we athletes know what we want after a good, hard match—I sat down and indulged my hunger.

  Well, one of my hungers.

  As I ate, I watched Keaton chat with Scarlett, who showed up in her most casual of outfits. She was wearing a blue tank with a Husky in the middle, with laminated jeans that showed and hugged her curves. Most of the eyes in the room were on her. My mother shot me a worried look, and I told her that Scarlett was one of my closest friends and the team’s house mom. The team had actually been really excited to see her there, and she was getting a lot of hugs. Maybe they saw that she could be normal with me, and so maybe not so terrifying after all. Still gorgeous, but maybe a tad less terrifying.

  Keaton and Scarlett quickly grabbed plates and sat with me and my parents and we chatted. Scarlett talked a lot about her shop, which my dad seemed to find fascinating, and Keaton just kept his hand in my lap contentedly. I stroked his fingers and longed to be alone with him again. The desire was different this time. It no longer felt like I had to be with him again because I had something to prove or learn, or that it would possibly be the last time. No, it was just the attraction and connection between us. The lust and the love, the power and the play. As if reading my thoughts, Keaton leaned over and kissed my cheek chastely. My mom smiled at the gesture.

  As the party wound down and the team started to disperse, my parents offered to drive us home, or at least to the parking lot where Keaton had parked his rental.

  “It’s a nice night,” he said, wrapping his arm around me, “and I think I’d like to take Thea for a walk. A victory lap.” Keaton smiled and my parents grinned back, melting off into the distance without another word. I swear the man went to charm school.

  “A victory lap?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “You’re not the type for a leisurely stroll.”

  He nodded. “What if I leisurely strolled you to the hotel suite I rented?”

  My mouth fell open a fraction, and I corrected the gesture as Scarlett left us with a smile and a friendly wave. “Go on.”

  “There are things there that would excite you,” he said, pulling me close. “Chocolate body paint being one particular item that may be of interest.”

  My eyebrow quirked. “You noticed my postgame sweet tooth, eh?” I asked, remembering how many of the little tarts I tucked away.

  “I’m still hungry if you are.”

  “Starving.”

  WE WALKED INTO THE GRAND collection of rooms to a spread like I’ve never seen.

  “Suites for my sweet,” he joked and I walked along the smorgasbord in awe. It was an entire ice cream sundae bar—sprinkles, marshmallow sauce, caramel, whipped cream, the works.

  “Body paint?” I asked.

  “I suppose that was a bit of an understatement. I didn’t really want to tell you about the virtual Ben and Jerry’s I had set up in your honor, Goddess.”

  Sticking my finger in the warm caramel, I pulled it out and licked it clean with a moan.

  “I’m glad you told a fib. Now I get to punish you.”

  He took a step toward me. “Will it be sticky?”

  I nodded.

  “Then it will be worth any cavities or calories we may incur,” he said, pulling off his jacket. “Where to begin?”

  I cracked my knuckles and thought.

  “On the table, Keaton,” I said, pointing to the long marble dining room table. “Naked.”

  He half-smiled, half-grimaced, knowing how cold this was going to get. It was a fun, new kind of torture I was looking forward to.

  So he decided to torture me a bit by stripping slowly.

  His eyes met mine as his head dipped low, and he undid each button on his black shirt one at a time, never breaking our gaze. His hand slid down the bare strip of chest, and he pushed the shirt off his muscular shoulders with one gentle shrug. His pecs flexed, his corded arms twitched, and I knew his body wanted mine.

  But not before getting cold and sticky.

  Then licked clean.

  Keaton unbuttoned his pants and took them off with equally slow precision, swiveling his hips as he pushed the denim to the ground. He even took care to remove his socks.

  “All of it,” I barked, since he hadn’t taken off his boxer briefs.

  He shrugged and gave one last tug, then hopped up on the table and lay down on the freezing-cold marble.

  His face was stoic and I could tell he wasn’t terribly comfortable.

  Which was okay. I’d take care of him. But of course he would squirm first.

  “I love Rocky Road, Keaton,” I said, grabbing the bucket and the scooper. “You are so considerate.”

  “You’re welcome, Goddess,” he said with a tight grin. I nearly buckled laughing as I scooped out a big hunk of ice cream and plopped it in the middle of his chest. He flinched.

  I licked the mound of ice cream, careful to keep my warm tongue off his body. He moaned. Whether from pleasure or discomfort, I wasn’t sure.

  Sticking my finger deep into the scoop, I ran it up and down his chest, watching it melt. Goose bumps sprang all up and down his body and he clenched.

  Now it was time for a little relief.

  I brought out the warm caramel and drizzled it across his hips.

  “Ah!” he cried with a smile.

  “Too hot?” I asked, lowering myself for a lick.

  “Just, ahh, so many feelings.” His voice teetered and I could tell he was just a bundle of nerves. I soothed him with a long lick of the caramel followed by a slurp of the melting Rocky Road. Planting kisses across his pecs, I warmed him with my mouth.

  “That’s better,” he exhaled.

  I pinched his nipple. “Was that a suggestion?” I asked incredulously. “Because last time I checked, I was in charge of this little feast you set up.”

  “Of course, goddess, do what you will.”

  I grabbed a sash from the four-poster bed in the next room and brought it in.

  “You need this,” I said, tying the band over his eyes.

  A little something Scarlett had taught me once about using hot wax and ice. If your body can’t see what stimulus you are using, it can confuse the pain of heat for the sting of cold. Keaton wouldn’t know what I was doing. I was loving it already.

  I grabbed the hot chocolate that was warming over a Sterno and held it above his neck. Slowly, I dripped the fudge onto his skin and his body vaulted into the air and landed back on the table.

  “Stay. Still,” I said, and licked up the brown pool that had settled in the hollow of
his throat.”

  “Chocolate?” he asked, sniffing.

  I responded by kissing him, snaking my chocolate-covered tongue down his throat.

  Next I took a cherry that had been chilling in ice and ran it over his nipple. Again, his body responded with a jolt. I placed it between my teeth and chewed. “Just a cherry,” I said innocently.

  He shook his head. “Goddess, you are driving me positively mad.”

  “Mad? Already?” I asked, sticking the fingers from my left hand into the hot caramel and the fingers from my right into the cold ice cream and placing both on his erect shaft.

  “But we’ve only just begun.”

  Two Months Later

  High above the Atlantic, I realized things had changed forever. Regardless of whether Keaton and I stayed together for the long term, or whatever happened at college in the fall, I would never be the same.

  Life after the championship was exciting on a daily basis and it became the new normal for me. We were campus heroes, I was the Rookie of the Year, and wherever I went I was getting high fives.

  Or girls clamoring to be my friend and asking me all about Keaton.

  My post-season days were a blur of books and bondage. Scarlett and Nico and I met regularly and our training continued. Nico actually became a pretty good friend, since we had some similar classes and similar recreational habits. His bisexual side showed a bit more and he had started dating a Dom named Eric. I was totally happy for him. And as for Scarlett, Keaton’s charms worked on her and she gave our relationship her blessing. Not that we needed it, but it made me feel more secure that a Domme I respected so much had given my sub the okay. I knew that she was going to be formative in this part of my life, so having that tension relieved was a huge burden lifted.

  Callie still grilled me daily about Keaton’s sexual details, habits, and anatomical statistics. I continued to decline to answer.

  My parents had accepted my relationship with Keaton and I easily filled my summer position at the pizza shop and as an assistant coach at camp. I had no more obligations until fall, when school and real basketball started again. For the first time in my life, I was completely free to just be myself and see where my life would take me. It was as freeing as it was frightening, but I didn’t want it any other way.

  I adjusted my seat and leaned back. Wow, aside from my excursion to North Carolina with Keaton, I had only ever experienced coach. Here in first class, I was reclining fully with a plate of cookies and milk watching Thor on the screen in front of me. Not bad. All I’d need was a gym to practice hoops and this would be perfect. Impractical for a plane, but perfect.

  I didn’t really know what to expect in Europe, other than crowds and fans and fancy hotels. I didn’t care as long as Keaton was there. Right now I wanted to see him in nothing but my collar. Squirming in my seat, I focused on the image as I drifted off into a nap.

  When the plane arrived and it was time to disembark, I turned my phone on to see a message from Keaton. Don’t find us, we’ll find you, it read.

  Cryptic as ever, I thought to myself and smiled.

  I got off the plane at Heathrow, wheeling my UConn Husky luggage, and immediately saw a man in a tuxedo holding a sign that said ATHENA. I smiled. The man wasn’t Keaton, but I understood his reasons for not being in a crowded airport. The man flagged me down and took my luggage. I only brought a carry-on because I hated having to wait at the baggage claim. Plus I figured I’d saved up a little to spend and may as well buy some cool European clothes to take home.

  Scarlett would be so proud.

  Before I’d left for the airport, I’d sent her a few texts and we chatted about our plans for summer. She was busy trying to keep Nico out of trouble now that he wanted to be with Eric constantly. Scarlett also still trained him on a regular basis, and I was pretty sure training included fucking. Not the worst job in the world, she had commented. I liked her. I almost wished she could be with me this summer to experience all this with me. She was like the little devil on my shoulder.

  I suppose that gave me something to look forward to for fall.

  It’s not that I didn’t want to play ball anymore, and not being a freshman was something I longed for, but Keaton had shifted everything in my life. If I were going to keep my scholarship, I’d have to lock some part of me away from him. Otherwise, I could easily see myself falling into the trap my mother warned me about.

  Wanting to travel the world with him forever.

  My escort took me to a large stretch limousine waiting outside. Luckily, he had said, Heathrow wasn’t too far outside of London proper and we’d be at the hotel soon.

  We pulled up to The Langham Hotel, which was adjacent to the BBC Broadcasting House. The hotel had a slightly oriental flair, but with an elegant opulence that I had always associated with London. The concierge came out to greet me and took my bag. I went to tip the limo driver but he said that Keaton had made all such arrangements.

  Aha. So that’s how this was going to be. I frowned at the idea of him “taking care” of me. He’d get a spanking for that.

  The concierge escorted me personally to the suite and handed me my keycard. He turned and headed toward the elevator and I stood outside the Infinity Suite, palms sweating with anticipation. There was a show tomorrow night, so I had Keaton all to myself today, he had promised.

  I slid my key into the door and marveled.

  Cream marble foyer, eggplant colored walls all spread out in front of me with rooms in every direction. Straight ahead was a bright, giant chandelier made of tiny balls of white glass. It looked like glittering sea foam.

  “Hello?” I called, remembering our other encounter in a chic hotel room. A blush sprang to my cheeks and I felt the sexual side of me stir.

  “I’m in our bedroom,” he said, voice low and rich like the tapestries along the hotel’s wide windows.

  My body shivered at the phrase. So much implication there. I felt my insides tighten. A room just for us. I headed left to see the most glorious sight I could imagine.

  Keaton was on the bed, kneeling, naked except for my collar. He had tied black rope to his wrists and ankles and left the ends spooled by his side, waiting for me to trap him in my web.

  “Welcome,” he said. “Feel free to get yourself some refreshment. I’ll wait here.” His eyes flicked to a table set with fruit, cheese, champagne, sparkling water, and chocolates.

  “Wow,” was all I could manage. I sauntered over, glancing at his gorgeous form, and stole a chocolate truffle. I bit into it, savoring the luxury of it all. This room was actually even fancier than the one in Miami.

  “I hope this is to your liking,” he said, licking his lips. “All for you.”

  I breathed in deeply, trying to focus on what was important. The decadence was a nice touch, but what I was really here for was on that bed.

  “You’re to my liking,” I said, bringing a chocolate with me to the bed, which reminded me of the last time we were together. Two months ago. I was starving for him. “Open,” I said, and popped the truffle between his teeth like a sweet gag.

  His throat rumbled in appreciation.

  I brought my mouth to his and took a bite of the candy, letting our lips touch and letting the chocolate melt between us. I split the truffle in half, opening up its caramel center, flooding our mouths with syrup that we both greedily licked up. Tongues coated in confection, we exchanged a messy sweet kiss that spilled over onto his chin and down his sinuous neck.

  “Thea,” he moaned, his cock twitching for me.

  “Not yet,” I said, “not until you’re properly trussed.”

  I had an idea I hadn’t tried yet. It was like partial suspension. I grabbed each wrist’s rope and hoisted them over each end of the poster bed, so his arms were out and he was slightly hanging. The ropes that were tied around his ankles I wove around the bottom of the posts by my feet. Keaton hung in the air, reclining at a forty-five-degree angle.

  I would ride him midair today.

/>   “Very clever,” he said, enjoying his new position. I grabbed another chocolate and shoved it between his teeth.

  “Quiet. Just moans out of you.”

  He nodded and I watched his tongue slip out the side of his mouth to lick the cocoa off the truffle’s surface.

  I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. I peeled myself out of my yoga pants and workout halter top—and paused. I felt a bit weary from travel, a bit dirty.

  “I think I’m going to use that lovely bath first,” I remarked, ogling the bathroom. It had an edgeless pool for a tub, and there was a warm bath drawn with steam rising. The tub was lit from below the water to replicate an aqua-green hue like that of the ocean.

  I glanced at Keaton, who whimpered with his chocolate gag in his mouth.

  A giggle rose in my throat as I sauntered into the bathroom nude, delaying his pleasure. The water was hot and when I dipped my toe in, my body involuntarily let out a throaty moan. I heard another whimper from my poor Baby Blue and laughed audibly as I stepped in.

  “It’s so hot,” I said, sinking my body beneath the warm water’s surface. Inhaling, I smelled the fragrance of rose and gardenia. The room had been arranged with fresh flowers that matched the bathroom soap’s scent. How opulent. I squeezed some floral soap into a new fluffy white poof and began to lather my body.

  “Oh, if you could be in here right now, Keaton,” I called to him, taunting. “I’m all hot and wet and bubbly.” Teasing Keaton was one of my new life’s greatest pleasures.

  He chomped down on the truffle and swallowed. “You’re killing me, Goddess. And I think I like it.”

  I smiled and soaked for a minute. But I couldn’t think of him in that room, bound without me. I wanted to touch him.

  So I got up and untied him so he could join me in the tub. Then I stepped back in.

  Keaton walked into the bathroom with a bottle of champagne and jumped into the tub, sending a tidal wave of bubbles across the gorgeous tile. “I’ve got your wet and bubbly right here,” he said, scooping me off the bottom of the tub.