by Lyra Byrnes
“I told you, he—”
“Cares enough to hate you and that’s saying something.”
Chapter Eighteen
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 t
o 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.”
*
Josie pushed in her earplugs. Half the band had changed but if anything they sounded better—stronger, more passionate. Kraxis’ drum work blistered. The skinny backup guitarist played to the crowd, leaning back-to-back against the new bassist, a charismatic blond with a chin dimple that drove the girls in the audience crazy.
As for Bram, he was on fire.
“I’ve sent your electronics on to Los Angeles,” shouted Bucky.
“That’s okay. I’m out of the business.”
“And what business are you in now, if I may ask?”
She nodded at the stage. “His.”
Bucky sighed. “I’ve never been a fan of the human emotions—they get in the way of one’s duties. But seeing my top moneymaker happy means I, for one, am still in business, and so is Domination. I expect another number-one hit soon so it’s all to the good.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and I suggest you pay close attention to the next song. But a warning—it’s no Brahms.”
He bustled away and Josie turned her attention to the stage.
Bram silenced the strings and stood still in a cold white spotlight, an ominous drumbeat behind him.
“New York City loves its metal, and Domination loves New York City,” he shouted. “We have one more for you tonight, a treat for you drunken blighters.”
He grinned and looked off to the side, catching Josie’s eye offstage. The crowd went insane at the sight of Bram Hunter’s wicked smile.
“A new song and my best to date. Transylvania!”
The band roared to life and Bram began to sing.
Clear as the moon and twice as cold/Hope I die before I’m old/The fight, the blood, the claws, the teeth/The undertow, the sweet release/Her eyes are gray, her fangs are white/Our love’s insatiable bite/Don’t take me there, don’t take me there/To Transylvania in your hearse/My love for you is like a curse/Don’t ever take me there
Josie smiled in the shadows of the arena wings, roadies and crew bustling around her. “I won’t,” she whispered into the dark.
A
bout Lyra Byrnes
Bookish crafter by day, scribbler of passionate tales by night, Lyra Byrnes leads a most satisfying double life. A former award-winning journalist and multi-published author, she turned to writing romances full-time after being inspired by the many wonderful stories out there. Rumors that she dons a cape and mask to write are probably unfounded.
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