I bellowed out a response that was meant to be a "Yes, Master!"
I didn't care if I would be punished for speaking out of turn. I was going to die if I didn't get off.
"Do you have something you want to say?" I could tell how much this all excited him, as his cock continued to twitch without any extra stimulation of its own. He crawled over my tits and undid the gag once more, freeing my mouth.
"Please Master . . ."
"What? What does my girl want?"
"Pleeease . . . I wish to finish . . . if you would let me . . ."
He considered my request while he tugged at his cock. "And why should I do that? Why should I let a bad girl like you get off? Do you enjoy putting on a show like this for me?"
Why was he doing this to me?
"I do . . ." I managed to moan. "I like you watching me. I want to show off for my Master."
"Well, if the girl wants to display herself like a sex kitten, so be it."
He took his hand away from his cock and pressed the clit stimulator against me once more. This drove me past the brink, and I experienced the pinnacle of climaxing. If orgasming was a religion, I achieved enlightenment at this moment. I was not entirely convinced I was still existing on the same plane, yet I had transcended fucking him and moved onto a higher ground.
When I came back to earth, he was still leering at me. "Did the kitten enjoy herself? Did you like performing in front of your Master?"
"Yes," was all I managed to say in attempt to catch my breath. "Your naughty girl is a happy girl."
With a mischievous smile, "Would it make the girl happier to be fucked by her Master?"
In shout, "Oh yes! I want my Master to fuck his girl. I want my Master's cock inside of my pussy."
My words ignited a fury in Ryan. Ryan Michaels. He pulled the dildo out of me with little effort and replaced it with his inflated cock. A single tear fell from my right eye, a combination of pleasure, pain, and joy all coming out of me at once. He fucked me from his knees, rocking his hips back and forth while my legs remained in place thanks to the ropes binding me. My tits bounced up and down with each thrust, giving him an extra show while he owned me.
I had worked Ryan into a fever pitch. He seemed to be out of words to describe my whorish nature, and was content to stare at me while he rammed against my g-spot with his cock. For the second time today, I felt him erupt inside me, unleashing a typhoon into my pussy that gushed all over the sheets. His roars of orgasm made me explode into yet another of my own, unable to withstand the heightened arousal the head of his cock gave to my insides. My eyes rolled to the back of my head completely exhausted and knowing I would crave this all over again, in just a few moments.
As rough as he had been when we began this charade, he gently slid his hands behind me and removed my restraints on both the gag and knots on my wrists. I lunged in his direction with my hands, reaching for him as he stood up. He bent down to the legs of the bed and untied the ropes, finally freeing my legs.
He sat down once more on the bed, clutching my face with his left palm.
"Shiraz," he said just before kissing my mouth.
I lost it. Bursting into an abrupt sob, I shook violently as I hid my face with my hands. He held me in his arms as I wept, emotionally overwhelmed and utterly ecstatic that I had experienced such a connection with another human being other than Brandon, my supposed soon to be fiancée. He ran his fingers through my matted hair, which needed special attention, along with the millions of other things on my imperfect body that inflicted on my mind as I wiped away the tears from my cheeks. I immediately calmed down at the realization that he was not going anywhere. In reassurance, he kissed the top of my head with a hard press.
"I feel like I've known you all of my life," I said. Adding, "I've bared more of me to you than I have to anyone else in my life. How does that happen?"
"We instantaneously made a connection," he replied. "When someone like me craves someone like you, we don't even need to speak to display it. I knew exactly what you wanted the moment you tripped over your own feet asking me where the toilet was at last night's show. I saw right through you, and I'm happy I could do this for you."
I pulled my face off his chest, horrified at the thought that he is leaving the country soon. I sniffled my nostril tears away and asked, "I don't suppose you'll be touring here again soon?"
He smiled a foolish smile similar to the one I had been putting on all day. "I’m not sure, I’ve been thinking about quitting the band. I have some solo projects lined up, and I don’t doubt that Alexa will be able to find someone to replace me. Besides, working on solo projects will allow more time for you,” he winked.
"Relax, rock star. Don’t go upending your life for me. I just got a bit emotional when you held me towards the end. This kind of thing is nearly impossible to achieve in a lifetime, let alone having the opportunity to even meet someone like you. I hope you understand that."
I could see from the way his eyes fixated on my face that he understood more about me than perhaps I did of myself. How else would he have been able to take full command of me tonight and leave me in a puddle the way he did? It was obvious he knew me.
"Have you ever experienced anything like tonight? The domination, the submitting, the orders, or was that a first?"
I wondered if he would believe my explanation. "I had been waiting for what felt like my entire life for somebody to find a way to bring that side of me to the surface, and you my friend, were the first. I wanted a bond with someone, a link that transcended submission and understood the way I was giving myself over to them. By submitting to you, I exposed everything I had. I had a lingering sensation that you could smell that on me, that I wanted you to use me to keep you alive."
"You’re special, Min. I meet many women who don’t listen to my music, but want to come back stage with me, and I meet others who do listen but just want a real conversation. You’ve fallen into the category of both, and I commend you for that. If possible, I would marry you right now.”
I embraced his body, still warm to the touch. My thoughts shifted to Brandon, the one who will soon actually make motion to marry me.
"What do you mean, if possible?"
"If the universe evenly distributed everything appropriately I’d be able to balance out you and the other life I live, but that’s not the way the stars align."
I sat up facing him, “What do you mean the other life you live? Your band life?”
“Melinda, I have an outside life just like you do, let’s not pretend.”
Shocked and completely baffled I said not a word. What was he trying to tell me?
“Say something,” he pleaded.
In attempt to act unaffected by what he was trying to tell me, “So what’s your story?”
An hour had passed with not a single word spoken from my end.
Ryan, thee Ryan Michaels went on an extensive journey to describe his life, his wife, and their unhappy home. He expressed that his actions were not just infidelity, but yet a mere representation for the desperation of real love. I did not object as I was in this very room looking for the same fantasy. I came to realize I had the same life as his, minus the hobby. He sought a way out, a way out that only I could give to him. Even if it was in another lifetime, we were meant to be.
I knew we didn't have much time left. I wanted the experience of sleeping with him one last time. I kissed his cheek and helped him removed all of the deviant accessories from the bed and dresser, acting as his personal cleaner while I still could. I loved looking at him while he scouted me bending over, always keeping an eye on my position no matter where I was.
Still silent, we finished making the suite presentable again. I felt like I hadn't slept in weeks, so I scooted back into bed. He pulled down the covers of the bed and welcomed me next to him, positioning the pillows exactly as I had placed them myself just the previous night. If I thought anymore about him leaving the city, the country actually, I may very well have burst
into tears again. I let that idea pass for now.
He got up and turned the lights out, securing the curtains so we had the darkest room possible.
“Tomorrow will be our last day . . . our Day 3, don’t forget.”
I nodded.
He slipped into the bed with me and clasped my back to his chest as we quickly drifted off to another world, a place where I escorted him to every tour date, and waited for him backstage. One day I would wear a maid's outfit with no underwear and serve him drinks as soon as he was done playing, while he would thank me for being a good servant with promise to keep me satisfied when we got home. My fantasy created the sweetest dreams for me as I fell asleep in my Master's arms.
Day 3
Awakened by a knock at the door, and a voice on the other side, I sprung out of bed to what sounded urgent. Jolting out of the room and down the hall, I heard the hand knock again. The voice I heard made its way clear, stating, “Housekeeping!”
I opened the door leaving nothing but my head visible to the older spanish woman dressed in scrubs just like mine, yet hers wore white.
Looking annoyed, she said again trying to make her way in, ”Housekeeping.”
Raising one finger eye level to hers, “One moment!”
“Checkout was at eleven!”
I shut the door. Whatever crawled up her ass had to be raked out because I’m sure we did not wake up that late. I found my phone again, which I unlocked to a buzz of two unread messages . . .
Brandon: “How’s work?” Then another, “I stopped by the hospital with breakfast but you were nowhere to be found, care to explain?”
Shit. What did I get myself into? I needed another dose of Brandon to get my mind off of him and get that housekeeping lady off my back. I crept out of the bathroom, “Ryan, this housekee--,” he was gone. The room was empty all but for me, with not a single bag, and with not a single toy left behind. On his side of the bed weighed down with a larger sized bottle of Shiraz. A note to follow . . .
Never in my life have I experienced a connection like I had with you
I practically tasted you before we even exchanged names
You are a one of a kind
Until the next tour, enjoy your Shiraz.
-R.M.
Chapter 7
Ryan
Six months had passed since I met Melinda. I have had my fair share of romantic evenings, one nighters, and casual flings, but nothing like what I had with her. Never in my life have I experienced a connection like I had with a woman I practically tasted before the exchange of names. I can remember the morning after I played as her master, finally too spent to have any more sex. This time I had risen first, gently sliding out of my side of the bed so I did not disturb what little sleep she managed to grab. My eyes still adjusted to the darkness of the room, stealing her phone away and taking it into the bathroom. I unlocked her phone on, scanned for her contact list, and deleted my contact information from her phone.
Since that time, I believe she is still with Brandon, but I wouldn’t know for certain. I don’t want to say that I don’t care, but unfortunately, it is out of my hands. Now that we are back in Europe for our second leg of the tour, the time zone changes practically every show and I can hardly keep the day straight, let alone calculate the time to where Melinda lives. I was never going to ask her to give up a career as a nurse where people genuinely depend on her, throw away a stable living space with two animals, just to run off with me.
From the very beginning it was always my plan to find her again, and offer her a flight to my country for another weekend, but now that doesn’t seem possible. The way I left must have painted me into a monster, but that’s not me. I have my own life to deal with, just like she has hers, that maybe one day she will not hate me as much for owning up to. I still wish that in another lifetime we will be together to share our special word once again. In the mean time I have no choice to keep our relations as is.
Several weeks had past and I have been occupied with performing everywhere. Gig offers at every place I can think of, with no time to do anything else but rehearse. The free time that I actually have, was spent sleeping. Exhaustion became my middle name, but no matter how tired I was, my thoughts always seem to trace back to Melinda.
Unbelievably, television shows are starting to call in for interviews requests. We are on top of the game, maybe not just yet, but I can smell it. Although we are almost on top of the world, I feel incomplete. Those two nights with Melinda still linger in my thoughts as I crave for her to be here . . . with me. As I pace back and forth, passing my hands through my hair lost in thought, I take advantage of this very moment to find my phone. Unlocking my phone I find a text from an unfamiliar U.S. number.
I have decided to move on with my life, leaving you as part of my past. I came to realize I can’t keep living like this, not without you. Therefore, I wish you the best success.
Sincerely, Melinda.
For the reader: Sometimes life offers you a choice between what’s really best for your heart and what’s really best for your mind. Some people take the road that makes their heart the happiest, and others make the most logical decision. It’s up to you, the reader, to make the appropriate decision for how this story continues based on your own personal thoughts and feelings. Should they both leave their own lives to reconnect and be with one another? Or should they leave behind what once was a lustful fantasy that meant more than a one night stand?
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