Rockstar Untamed: A Single Dad Virgin Romance

by Michelle Love

  He says, without looking at her, “Beat it, Lola. She’s decided to keep me around.” He slams the door and I push my jeans down.

  Rod grabs my hand and pulls me to the bedroom. “Sign it first.” He grabs a pen off the nightstand.

  I sign the bottom without even reading the rest and then he signs it and puts the pen and the contract back in the drawer, then throws me on the bed.

  His eyes are almost scary as he grins at me. “And now it’s official. You are mine!”

  Chapter 2

  JENNA

  “Undress,” he says as he steps away from me and turns his back to me.

  I do as he’s said and notice him dropping his underwear to the floor before going to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out his leather belt.

  My stomach tenses as he bends it in half and slaps his left palm with it. Then he reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a small black bungee cord. When he turns back to me I’m undressed and looking at the things in his hands.

  “Get on your knees and bow your head. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” he asks me as he looks into my eyes with his eyes narrowed.

  “I’m not an idiot. Of course I understand you.” I go to my knees and drop my head, then find he has me by my hair and is pulling me back up.

  I yelp with the pain. “Rod!”

  He yanks my hair and my face is maybe an inch from his. He talks between clenched teeth, “I want no smart mouthing. You get me?”

  I nod. “K.”

  He pushes me to the floor and I scramble to get back into the position he told me to get into. His words are sharp and clear. “You only talk when I tell you to. You only cum when I tell you to. You only do what I tell you to. Do you understand me?”

  I nod and say, “Yes.”

  The belt flies through the air and lands solidly on my back. “Yes, Master!” he shouts.

  I have to fight to control the urge to get up and knock the living shit out of him. “Yes, Master.” The words do not come easily out of my mouth.

  I can feel a welt forming on my back from the hit, and I’m not sure I can do this. I don’t know why he needs this. Then I’m reminded of the little slut who is not very far down the road and put everything out of my mind except doing what pleases the man I love.

  With my head down I can only see his bare feet walking away from me. Then I hear a drawer open and he comes back. With another hard yank on my hair, he pulls my head up and I catch a glimpse of a black dog collar. He puts it around my neck.

  It’s tight, and I feel a little choked by it. He puts one finger between it and my flesh. “It’s not too tight,” he says.

  I beg to differ. I can’t even wear turtleneck sweaters because they’re uncomfortable to me.

  And he wants me to wear a fucking dog collar!

  Then he attaches a matching leash and tells me to get on my hands and knees and go to the far wall. The one I saw the foreign hook placed near the top of.

  I go and feel odd and weird and very uncomfortable and not the least bit sexy. Once I get to the wall, I stop, and he says, “Kneel and place your hands together in front of you.”

  I do what he’s told me to and find him wrapping the little bungee cord around my wrists. He binds my hands together with it, then he pulls me up, using the leash.

  The collar kind of chokes me as I try to get up without the use of my hands. Once I’m up, he takes my bound hands and loops the cord over the hook on the wall.

  I’m facing the wall and can smell the old cigarette smoke as it clings to it from all the times Rod’s smoked in here. I make a note to wash the walls, as the smell makes me sick to my stomach.

  But, to be honest, this whole act is making me feel sick.

  I feel the heat of his breath as he leans close to my back and moves my hair to expose my neck and says, “I’m going to give you your first spanking, Jenna Foster. This will tell me what your initial threshold for pain is, and I will give you this many thrashes each time we do this, adding one more every time. Do you understand me?”

  “How do I tell you when I’ve had all I can take?”

  “I’ll need you to say the safe-word. No or stop are not enough, because you will not ever say those words to me again when I ask you anything. Your answer to all of my questions or demands will be a simple yes, Master. In public it will be only yes. And the safe-word is candy. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” I say and don’t know how I’m going along with this.

  He’s like some Nazi and I’m a little Jewish girl he plans on torturing for his own devious pleasure.

  “Only say the safe-word when you are crying. I don’t want to hear it before that time. This is to build a bond between us that will last a lifetime. A bond between the Master and his slave.”

  I hear the leather belt cut through the air as he draws it back. Then I hear it again as it flies to meet the tender flesh covering my ass, and the first hit stings then burns intensely.

  My heart pounds with the strike and I try hard not to scream. His voice is hard and brusque as he counts the thrashes off, “One.”

  The sound of the belt flying through the air comes again, and the second strike has me biting my lower lip to stop the scream with the burning pain and he says, “Two.”

  My heart is pounding so hard I can no longer hear the belt as it moves through the air. The leather hits my skin and I feel tears welling up as he says, “Three.”

  I know I had better have them streaming down my face before I say the word which will end this. Another slap stings my ass and it’s throbbing. “Four,” comes from him.

  Then I feel his finger moving to the edge of my vagina and he slides it inside of me. “You’re wet for me.”

  He pulls his finger out of me and presses it to my lips. I part them and he pushes it inside and I taste myself on it. Then he pulls it back and the leather belt strikes me again. This time, a sob comes out of me as the tears fall freely.

  “Five,” he says.

  “Candy!” I cry out. “Candy, Rod!”

  “Candy, baby,” he says as he tosses the belt on the bed and presses his body against my back. He leaves my hands bound and on the hook. “Now I’m going to fuck you. Don’t move or say a fucking word or I’ll give you five more thrashes. Cum only when I tell you to, and you better fucking come for real or I’ll give you five more lashes. Do you understand me?”

  I choke the words out as I’m crying very hard now, “Yes, Master.”

  His cock is large and pulsing as he moves the tip to my asshole and I tense up as he’s never taken me in the ass before.

  I hold my breath and the sobs stop as I prepare myself for the intrusion. The large tip of his cock moves inside my asshole and then he pulls it back out.

  “Good, girl,” he says. Then he pushes the tip in again. “Just the tip for tonight.”

  He moves only the tip in and out a total of twenty times, then moves his cock to my vagina and thrusts hard into me. His body is hot and sweaty and so is mine.

  My hair clings to my head with the sweat and our bodies glide against each other’s as he thrusts hard into me. He takes a handful of my hair and yanks it hard. Then his mouth is on my neck and he’s biting me hard then sucking hard on the place he bit.

  I swear every nerve in my body is on fire with the amount of hard stimuli he’s given it. It’s an uncomfortable heat, and I don’t find any pleasure in it.

  The feeling of being used is what I feel. Then I recall how he said if I don’t cum for real he’s going to give me five more thrashes.

  I close my eyes and try to feel pleasure. I focus on his hard dick plunging into me, making me feel full. His cock is inside me deep, and the penetration is stroking me in all the right ways.

  For whatever reason this pleases him and gives him pleasure, so I had better figure out how to make this work for me or I will surely lose him.

  His teeth take my earlobe and he delivers a hard bite. I nearly yelp, but manag
e to keep it in. Then he asks, “Do you like me fucking you, baby?”

  “Yes, Master,” I say. One of his hands moves around me and his thumb and forefinger pinch my clit.

  He rubs it with his middle finger as he pounds into me from behind. My body starts shaking as an orgasm is threatening me. But I can’t let it go until he tells me to, or it means more lashes on my ass, which still burns from the first ones.

  Thankfully, I feel his cock stiffen inside me, and he moans from near my ear, “Cum.”

  I let go and want to shriek with the intensity of the climax, but don’t dare. He makes slow strokes until his cock no longer pulses, then he moves out of me and leaves me hanging on the hook.

  My body sags and my arms ache. Then he takes them off the hook and undoes the cord. My arms fall to my sides and I can’t move them.

  He picks me up in his strong arms and lays me face down on the bed. “I’m going to get the medicated cream to put on the lashes. Stay right there.”

  He walks away and I don’t think I could move if I had to. Then he’s back and rubbing the cool stuff all over my assai numbs it, and the burning finally eases.

  “You did better than I ever imagined you could for the first time, baby. I’m so proud of you. I knew you’d be good at this.” He kisses my back as he moves me up on the bed, then climbs over me, straddling my back then begins massaging it and my shoulders, which already feel stiff.

  I don’t say a word, as he hasn’t told me I can yet. And I don’t know what I would say, anyway.

  Thanks for beating my ass …

  Nah, I have nothing to say.

  Rod stops the massage and pulls the hair off my neck and kisses my cheek. It’s a sweet kiss. Nothing like the way he’s been treating my body. “I’m going to get you something for the pain. It’ll help you sleep. I’m really proud of you. Thanks.”

  He climbs off me and leaves the room. I try very hard not to cry.

  Chapter 3

  JENNA

  Almost six months into our contract and Rod and I are having New Year’s Eve dinner at his parents’ home. Sue and Jason Manning are retired school teachers.

  Sue was my English teacher in junior high. I never had Mr. Manning in high school, as he taught the Ag class and I wasn’t in Ag.

  But he’s a very nice man, and I find myself looking at the older couple as they’re very sweet to one another. I have to wonder where Rod got his bad side from.

  The lessons, as Rod calls them, are nearly every night. My ass has become numb, and I guess I’m thankful for that. Because of the fact I can take so many lashes, he doesn’t always start off with that.

  And when he does, it’s him who stops it, as I suppose his arm gets tired. I’ve become accustomed to the acts. They don’t excite or necessarily bother me. It’s just something he needs to do.

  He makes love to me in normal ways sometimes. And I do love those times. Rod is a complicated man.

  I often wonder if something happened to him when he was young. He seems to fight demons only he can see, using liquor, cigarettes, and me seems to keep them at bay most of the time.

  Though he won’t tell me he loves me and refuses to let me tell him, as he sees love as weakness, I do love the man I have the deepest feelings for.

  Headlights light up the living room and Rod makes his way from the little minibar with a couple of beers in his hand and goes to the door. “Looks like my little brother’s made it.”

  Sue grabs her husband, Jason, by the hand. “Oh, come with me to get the food out of the oven. Let’s hurry!” They leave the room and it’s only me and Rod left to greet his brother.

  I haven’t seen his younger brother, Reed, since he left for college a couple of years ago. And I never really knew the guy before that. He’s only a couple of years older than I am.

  Truth be told, I was always very shy anytime we found ourselves around each other. Rod’s handsome, but Reed’s gorgeous. His hair is really blond, and his eyes are dark blue.

  Rod opens the door and in walks Reed. Right behind him is a short young woman with glasses and dark hair. She looks smart as hell and she must be his girlfriend.

  Reed is all smiles, and he looks happy. “Hey, big bro!” He hugs Rod, and Rod claps him on the back.

  The two together like that shows me Reed has put on some muscle since he’s been away at UCLA in California. Reed’s a couple of inches taller than Rod, probably because Rod has been smoking since he was sixteen and Reed has always been a jock and really healthy.

  The men are over six feet and both have broad shoulders and muscles. Only, Reed looks a bit sturdier.

  When Rod lets Reed go, I find Reed’s eyes moving over me. “And who do we have here?” he asks as he pulls his girlfriend along behind him and comes toward me.

  I get up off my place on the sofa and give him a smile. “Hi, Reed,” I say shyly.

  Rod comes around them and puts his arm around me. “Her daddy finally had to let his little princess grow up, and I snagged her quick. Jenna and I are living together now.”

  Reed’s eyes go kind of wide and he shakes his head. “Already? Shit! Didn’t you barely graduate in May, Jenna?”

  I’m surprised he even knew that.

  I nod. “Yeah.”

  “And you didn’t go to college?” Reed asks as he looks into my eyes, and I feel all wiggly inside, most likely because he’s a gorgeous mass of a man and he probably has this effect on most females.

  Rod makes a huffing sound. “She doesn’t need college. She’s my woman. I take care of her every need.”

  Reed’s lips form a tight line. Then he pulls up the young woman’s hand he’s holding. “This is Pam. She and I go to college together.”

  She pushes her glasses up her nose some. Her deep brown eyes kind of glisten as she says, “Nice to meet you all.”

  Sue and Jason finally come out of the kitchen and Sue shouts, “My baby!”

  Reed quickly abandons his girl to go to his mother. He picks her up as he hugs her, and she giggles like a young girl. “Oh, Reed! I’ve missed you, baby boy!”

  He puts her down and his father claps him on the back, then gives his youngest son a hug. “Good to see you, son.”

  “You too, Dad,” Reed says, then comes back our way to grab his girl. “This is Pam.”

  “Nice to meet you, Pam,” Sue says, and Jason gives her a nod and a smile.

  The girl is nothing like I pictured when I thought of Reed having a girlfriend. He played the field when he was in high school. But he never got serious about anyone here.

  I suppose she’s pretty in a way. Mostly plain, not ugly or anything. And she seems even quieter than I am.

  Rod hands one of the unopened beers to Reed. “Here you go. You finally made it to twenty-one.”

  Reed takes the beer and opens the top of the long-necked brown bottle. “I did. Even though your attempts on my young life were kind of often, I managed to grow up, Rod.” His lips conform to the bottle and I find myself looking far too hard at them.

  I look down and shudder. If Rod ever caught me looking at another man, he’d skin me alive.

  Rod grabs my hand and pulls me with him to sit down on the sofa, placing me on his lap and making me feel very uncomfortable. “I wanted to be an only child.”

  Reed laughs. “So did I.”

  Their parents laugh too, and I look up to find them looking oddly at one another. So I ask Rod, “Did you two fight a lot when you were little?”

  “I kicked his ass,” Rod says with a grin. “I wouldn’t call it fighting.”

  Reed takes a long drink, then pulls the bottle from his mouth. I watch him from my peripheral vision, as I had better not look full on at him. “Until the day I made you eat asphalt. You do recall our very last fight. Don’t you, Rod?”

  Sue looks nervous. “Let’s not bring that day up!” She grabs Reed’s hand and pulls him along with her as Pam trails along behind him, looking like a midget, as she’s so much shorter than he is. “Help me grab the tr
ays with the appetizers, please.”

  I look at Rod. “What happened?” I whisper.

  His eyes have gone steely, and he takes a drink of his beer. “Don’t worry about it.”

  His mood has gone south suddenly, and I wonder what happened between the two that had their fights ending so fast and putting Rod in a foul mood.

  Rod’s hand moves up my back and his lips touch my ear. “We’re going to the bathroom.”

  I don’t ask why. I just get up when he pushes at me and let him lead me to the bathroom. His father watches us go and I know my cheeks are turning the deepest shade of red.

  Once inside with the door closed, Rod unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his hard cock. I know what he wants and go to my knees in front of him.

  Opening my mouth, he takes the back of my head and moves my mouth over his hard cock. He thrusts it in and I gag a little as it goes into my throat.

  He makes hard strokes with his cock into my mouth and doesn’t make a sound as he does. I have no indication he’s about to cum until his cock jerks and semen flows down my throat. Then he makes a small grunt and pulls out of my mouth.

  He looks down at me as I hurry to grab some toilet paper and clean him off. His hand moves over my hair and he whispers, “I like your blonde hair much more than that drab brown Reed’s bitch has. Your green eyes are prettier too. You’re so much better than what he brought home.”

  “Thank you, Master,” I say as I clean him all up.

  He pulls me up and puts his arms around me. It’s a softness he rarely shows. “There’s mouthwash under the sink. Use it, then come out in three minutes. Not one second before that.”

  He lets me go and walks out. I have no idea why there’s a time limit, but I start counting in my head, 1001, 1002. Grabbing the mouthwash, I pour some in one of the small cups on the vanity top, then swish it around my mouth.

  Making sure I have no residual cum on my face, I look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes go glassy as I fight the feeling of being used. I say to myself, “He needs you to be this for him. You love him, Jenna.”

  I blink the tears away and the last second goes by. I walk out of the bathroom and Reed is standing right there. “Oh!”