Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  The girls squealed in delight and then they pulled Maya from her seat to go dance. I watched as Dorian sipped his drink and stared in Avery’s direction. What was he doing? For the most part, Avery kept from looking Dorian’s way. However, their little tango was not making me feel any better about things.

  The set ended and the band made their way to the bar stopping long enough to shake Avery’s hand as they passed by him. Then, Avery turned his head up toward my cell with the saddest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen, as if to say: I wish you were here with me. I miss you.

  Tears of frustration filled my eyes. Dorian and I never discussed my safe word. Whiskey. And I wanted to scream it out loud. Whiskey…whiskey!

  My heart sank deep into my chest as if a poison arrow struck me. As I sank deeper into melancholy, I heard footsteps out in the hall, then a key turned the lock, and my door opened.

  Jenna came in with a bottle of Jameson and two shot glasses. Oh, thank god.

  “Want to talk or get drunk?” she asked. I frowned at her.

  “Get drunk,” I replied.

  She moved over to the bench and began pouring us a drink. As she finished, she looked down at the man masturbating constantly below my cell who was carefully following my every move as I stood and approached Jenna.

  “Isn’t that Dorian’s movie producer?” she asked, staring at me quizzically. I just shrugged my shoulders.

  “I have no idea who that guy is. I just ignore him and let him have his fun. At least I’m bringing happiness to someone in this place,” I said.

  “Honey, you’re really fucked up in the head right now,” she said sarcastically. We both laughed at that comment. After several doubles, I began pouring my heart out to Jenna.

  “What’s happened to me, Jenna? I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. All of this went terribly wrong.”

  I told her about what happened in Avery’s office last Saturday night. I told her about Avery paying me to be Dorian’s whore, how I got tazed, and how I’d been locked up for days as part of Dorian’s twisted punishment for my refusing to stay with him last weekend.

  She sat, stunned, and listened quietly while she stared down at the man masturbating below. He seemed to welcome her watching him.

  “I love Avery. He’s everything to me, and I keep hurting him. But at the same time, I crave Dorian and care about him, too. I just wish I could stop being a fuck up.” I downed another drink and played with the edges of my high-priced dress.

  “Do you think all of this will work itself out?” I asked.

  “Not in a good way,” she said. “You have to figure out how to fix all of this.”

  Tears flooded my eyes. “Honestly, I think Avery might have set all this up this weekend out of spite to teach me a lesson,” I said.

  “Then learn the lesson. When you get out, try not to make any more bad decisions, and for god sakes keep track of your phone,” Jenna said.

  “I will, I’m going to find a new hiding place for it,” I answered.

  “So, you haven’t really learned your lesson yet?” she asked. I just shrugged my shoulders.

  “I really feel like if I turn it in then Avery’s going to be snooping and I don’t want Dorian to text me and Avery find out. I know it’s selfish but I think I want both of them,” I answered.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game, Aria, and unfortunately fate has a way of choosing your destiny for you.”

  Tears clouded my eyes further when I thought about either one of them walking away from me. Jenna was right; this was all going to end badly.

  She stood up, gave me a hug and left the room to return to the others. I remained stuck in the cell waiting for Dorian to return. Dorian was testing my obedience. If I left now I was sure he’d pull out of the deal with Avery. He’d do it out of spite, and with the drop in attendance because of Tor, Dorian might be Avery’s only hope of resurrecting his failing business.

  I moved over to the bars again and peered down at the ballroom just to try and still feel like I belonged here at Paramore.

  Colt had moved up on the stage and used the microphone to address the crowd. He asked if everyone was having a good time as the crowd cheered back in response. Then he called Sara up to the stage with him.

  Confused, she walked nervously up the side stairs and approached him center stage as the band stood a few feet from them putting on their guitars.

  With the microphone still in his hand, Colt walked up beside Sara and knelt down on one knee in front of her. He held out a large pink hibiscus flower and in the center of it was a large round diamond blinking at her. Sara’s hands went to her mouth in surprise and tears started to well in her eyes. Oh my god!

  Colt held the mic up to his mouth and spoke. “Sara Renee Cox, I kneel before you in front of our closest friends, in this cherished moment to show my love for you. I have felt more alive from the first moment I met you, than I ever have before. Each day I fall deeper and deeper in love with you. This hibiscus was the most beautiful flower I had ever seen from our visit to the Hawaiian Islands, and I placed this ring in the middle of it to show you that you are the center of my world. Sara, will you marry me?” he said in his husky voice. Sara was speechless. She nodded slowly with her hands still covering her mouth. Colt smiled up to her then she grabbed the mic from his hands and shouted into it.

  “Yes, Colt Thompson, I’ll marry you,” Sara’s voice shook into the mic and she squealed. Her feet bounced up and down as Colt finally breathed and slipped the large diamond over her ring finger. My eyes welled up and my throat narrowed as I witnessed their love.

  “Jesus, Thompson, how big is that thing? It’s blinding me from back here,” Pierce bellowed from back at Maya’s table. Everyone laughed as Sara rushed into Colt’s arms and kissed him. Then Sara jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Their kiss turned X-rated as the lead singer from Chasing Seven cleared his throat.

  “Whoa dude, you have all night,” he said after relieving the mic from Sara’s hand. I gripped the bars tightly my knuckles were bone-white from the pressure I was applying. I couldn’t get my face squeezed through the bars any further as I stared broad-eyed at my two best friends pledging their love to each other while I remained a prisoner of my own selfish desires. I felt like I was losing all of them. This wasn’t just about Avery and me any more. My affair with Dorian was affecting all of my relationships.

  Sara and Colt made their way back to the table and I saw Sara blush as she slid in the seat next to Maya and Sienna to show off her new diamond. She kicked out her legs and giggled like a schoolgirl. They were the happiest couple I knew but I couldn’t believe I had to witness their special moment trapped up here. They made relationships look easy. I could remember when Sara hid her relationship with Colt when they first started dating. She had two months until she was eighteen and I was the only one who knew about them.

  It all started the night she caught her ex-boyfriend cheating on her. Sara stripped his tires from his truck while he was in bed with another girl, rolled them down the hill, and put a ‘free’ sign on them. The next morning, she felt guilty and wanted to apologize for causing damage to some stranger’s yard, so she went back and knocked on the poor guy’s door. The truck tires in his front lawn had smashed the flowerbeds and left ruts through the yard. Turns out, Colt answered the door shirtless with only his cargo shorts riding low on his hips. His blond hair was tousled and all Sara wanted to do was run her fingers through it. He was renting the house from his cousin and didn’t care either way about the tires. He asked her in for coffee, wanting to hear the story of how a hundred and ten pound girl jacked up a truck in the first place. She quickly quoted Carrie Underwood, saying ‘Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.’ Colt then quirked his eyebrow at her, they both laughed hysterically, and the rest was history.

  The lights lowered and the band picked up again for set two. I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me. I welcomed the shadows and sank to my knees, my eyes fogged over with tear
s. Darkness is where dreams can come to light. But my drunken dreams quickly turned to nightmares.

  I shed more tears trying to squash the feelings of remorse that seemed more like a bad reality taunting me. I feared losing all of them and that fear consumed me.

  Finally, I heard the cell door open. Dorian smiled at me when he came in and I flashed a brittle smile back and rammed my emotions back down into my subconscious. I tried to hold his gaze while trying to find something to do with my hands before I broke down in front of Dorian.

  “Stop it,” Dorian commanded. “Look at me, Aria,” he insisted. My sad eyes moved to his. “You’re not okay with all of this tonight are you?” I closed my eyes and took in a slow deep breath then looked back at him and shook my head.

  “Can we leave here now so I can see my friends?” I asked.

  Dorian scowled. “You forget your place, little Kitten.” I bristled at his words and tucked my emotions once again behind the dark curtain that was looming over my heart.

  “Ride me,” he ordered as he stepped out of his clothes and sat down on the bench. Just like that, we were back to my being his little servant girl.

  I swallowed my pride and reminded myself that it was almost midnight and I was almost free. I could do this. I moved over his manhood and let him slip inside of me. I felt so alone even as Dorian raged inside of me. I had pushed Avery away and I was regretting it. I deserved this. I deserved to be treated like a whore.

  After a few minutes, Dorian released himself inside of me. I didn’t cum for him and when he looked at me with determination, I knew what was next. He moved me off me and rose from the bench. I wasn’t pleasing him and he was about to take it out on my body. He lifted me like a cave man and walked quickly over to the sex swing. He slid me into the harness and spread my strapped legs in front of him. My body shivered from the tension emanating from him. His eyes scanned me from head to toe.

  “You’re beating yourself up over this situation but I won’t let you pull away from me,” he added. “You’re angry and I get that. You’re filled with regret and I get that, too. But what you fail to realize is that you came willingly. You want to be here with me. It’s that simple.”

  “Even if that means losing the love of my life?” I seethed.

  “I didn’t give you permission to speak freely,” he commanded. “You are mine. Now switch off the bloody emotion and bring the bad girl back to me,” he said. His hands trailed down from my breasts to my thighs.

  He took his time caressing every inch of me and I fought the sensation erupting from down below. He smiled mirthlessly knowing that I was fighting him.

  “I love this game. Fight me all you want, that will make it so much better when you finally give in.” His hands slid back up my backside then around to my front. I tilted my pelvis into his hand instinctively.

  “Mmmm…your body betrays you. You’re going to be punished for your regret. You aren’t allowed to regret being with me,” he said, caressing my breasts and skimming my waist with his warm hands.

  “Your heart is wounded, but I will fuck you until I expunge your mind of everything except the ecstasy.” His hands moved back around and cupped my behind and my insides quivered. How could words arouse me so easily?

  I wanted to hate him for leaving me in here for days. I wanted to push him away for making me miss Maya’s bachelorette party. I never wanted to see him again for making me miss Colt’s proposal. But the feel of his hardness sliding across the outside of my vulva, split roasting, but not entering me, seduced my inner goddess and made me melt.

  His member toyed around my front entrance, then Dorian moved his hand lower and grazed his thumb over my clit and I tilted my head back a little. He smirked, knowing that he was getting to me.

  “Get ready, Aria. It’s almost time for you to cum for me,” he said, guiding my legs wider and raising the straps so that my body faced him at an incline. I gripped the suspension straps and waited anxiously.

  He walked to the bench and reached inside a small bag that he had brought with him. Once he returned to my side, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. His hand skimmed my backside and I felt my anticipation building. He slapped my backside as my senses heightened. His hand landed again on the other cheek and I moaned. Damn, my body was betraying me.

  A few more blows landed on me then Dorian dipped his fingers inside of me. “I love seeing you glistening for me. It’s beautiful. Still angry at me for locking you up this weekend?”

  “Yes,” I replied honestly.

  Then I felt the blow of a thick mahogany paddle and I saw stars even through my blindfold. My body arched away from him and all the air from my lungs rushed out. The pain started as a burst of heat then it melted into something I craved. It made me forget how much my heart hurt. Another blow came and I moaned again. It confused and blanketed my mind. The pain consumed me.

  “Christ, Aria. You’re so beautiful like this. Feel the pleasure of pain, Luv,” he whispered. “This weekend was about the pain of loss and the power of denial. You were able to center yourself in self-reflection. Who you were, is not who you are anymore. This weekend was about becoming something greater than yourself and evolving into something better. Avery could have intervened at anytime and saved you. He chose not to. He left you here to suffer. He knows you have fallen in love with me and he wants me to punish you for it. In fact, I would love to hear you say it Aria.

  Another smack landed, then another, as I was floating mercilessly and completely in subspace.

  “Say it…say you love me.” Two more smacks landed on my behind.

  “I…ah.” I stumbled as another smack landed.

  “Say it my little dove,” another landed. I could feel my bottom burning, heating my insides. Another hit landed squarely across my behind.

  “I love you.” I whispered.

  “That wasn’t quite good enough my Luv. Say it again,” another smack landed slightly harder.

  “I said, I love you…I am falling in love with you!” I stumbled. Dorian rubbed the end of the paddle against my quivering vulva and then sank it into me as I erupted in orgasm. He milked my wetness until my insides stopped shaking.

  “Aria, do you consent to what happens next?” I blissfully nodded with my eyes still covered as I floated voraciously high.

  I heard the cell door open and footsteps travel along the glass floor toward my direction. Someone spread my legs, lifted my hips, and plunged their tongue into me. I gripped the straps above me. I cried out when their tongue drove deeper into me.

  I was shaking, my whole body was burning, and I could hear Dorian’s heavy breathing beside us while he let this stranger taste me. Finally, breaking out of subspace, I could tell it was a man. I could feel his unshaven cheeks glaze my inner thighs. The man gripped my hips harder and pushed his face into me.

  He moaned and pushed his face deeper. I knew that I was going to be sore tomorrow but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to take me higher.

  I ground back against his lips lifting my hips off the straps. He took advantage of my position, and slid his hand under me and penetrated my rear. The moment his fingers connected with my back entrance I cried out loudly.

  My body was heaving and convulsing as he enjoyed me. I pushed every ounce of heartache out of myself and relished in the moment. And then, as if on queue Dorian moved the man aside and took his place between my legs. He slammed into my center with great force. I was splintering, and gasping for air. I swung in several directions at once but Dorian kept his motion steady until he and I finished at the same time. It was heavenly.

  He slipped out of me, walked toward the man, thanked him, and then told him he’d see him on the movie set. It must’ve been the man from the cell below me. I heard the door open and then quickly close.

  Dorian lifted me out of the straps, laid me onto the glass floor face down, and removed my blindfold, then went to his bag on the bench. I was spent and completely emotionally exhausted.

  When he returned h
e was carrying a tube of something as he knelt beside me.

  “It’s balm,” he said. He rubbed it into my backside and soothed the fire. He then laid down beside me and cradled me in his arms.

  I closed my tearing eyes so Dorian couldn’t see as my mind and body went numb. If Avery found out that Dorian let another man touch me then we’d both be in big trouble.

  After about fifteen minutes, Dorian stood up, went to the shower, and retrieved a washcloth. He returned, washed me gently with the warm cloth, and dried me. He picked up my dress, returned to my side, and dressed me.

  Once I was fully clothed, he rested his arm around me, moved us to the door, and pounded on it three times. The door opened and Dorian guided me down the hallway and into a waiting elevator. I could hear the band’s music getting louder as we moved lower.

  I stepped out of the elevator and into the ballroom, keeping my eyes down. I didn’t want to look over at Avery. I was too ashamed.

  I could feel eyes on me from every corner of the room. Their stares were obvious and frozen. I was becoming afraid that I would do something that I would regret like break out of Dorian’s grasp, run to Avery, and beg him to forgive me for all of this mess. Tonight wasn’t the time, not during Maya and Sara’s happy night. I would have to wait and talk to Avery after Dorian walked me back to my room.

  “Just so you know, Aria, I cashed in on last week’s bet with Avery. You’re staying the whole night in my room. Finally.” He grinned slightly as he said it. I was stunned.

  Dorian kept his hand on my lower back, laying claim to me as I passed everyone sitting with Avery, including Sara, Colt, Ethan, Wren, Sean, Sienna, Travis, and Maya. I couldn’t bring myself to look at any of them. Not right now. I needed a drink to gather some strength.

  Dorian nodded to Avery as he guided me through the tables and walked us across the room to the bar. We each did a shot of Jameson and then Dorian escorted me towards the double doors that led to the hallway.

  I quickly glanced over at my friends as Dorian moved me through the doorway. Sara’s body language was angry and I could see the disapproval in her eyes. Avery never once looked at me. Who was I supposed to love when I was coming undone?