His Love (By His Command #10) (8 page)

“I
wouldn’t call it literary prose,” Jessica said. “Just a story for your fans.”

“My
fans,” Slader said. He stood up and touched his face. He walked to a piano and
with one finger, he began to play notes. They were sad notes. They toyed with
Jessica’s emotions a little as she wondered what else Slader could do to her
with his finger... “My fans know everything already. I put it in the music. The
lyrics.”

“They’re
beautiful,” Jessica said. “But what about the person?”

“What
about me?” Slader asked.

“Tell
me about this tour. This show tonight even. You’re going on early?”

“I
planned on it,” Slader said. He stopped playing and turned around. “But
something else has caught my attention. Stand up, Jessica. I want to see you.”

Jessica
had dealt with commanding musicians before. Those who thought a decent voice or
fast fingers on a guitar meant they could get what they want when they wanted.
Jessica knew how to diffuse it... except with Slader, she wasn’t sure where to
start. She found herself standing, as directed.

Obeying
his command once would mean obeying him for the night.

“You
don’t have a notebook,” Slader said. 

“I
have my mind,” Jessica said. “I want to talk to you. I’m not here to pull
something out that isn’t there.”

“Tell
me what you see then,” Slader said.

“Here?”

“Tell
me. You’re the writer. Speak to me as though you’re speaking to my fans.”

Jessica’s
mouth ran dry. All thoughts ceased. Slader reached back and tapped a few notes
on the piano. His eyes grew annoyed and when his lip started to curl, Jessica
knew she could possibly be in trouble. 

“It’s
so sad,” Slader said. “So beautiful but you can’t speak. You’re processed,
aren’t you? Designed by something else. Unable to open and explore...”

“No,”
Jessica said. “I’m just nervous.”

Slader
smiled.

Fuck
, Jessica thought. 

She
didn’t realize a troubled rockstar could have such a sexy smile. 

Slader
put a hand out and Jessica took it. His skin was warm, like heaven compared to
the cool, clammy feel of her hand. He guided her towards him and for a second
Jessica thought Slader was going to hug her. 

Instead,
he moved out of the way and threw Jessica at the piano. She put her hands out
and saved herself from literally crashing into it. Her hands shook and she
stood in place, wondering what was going to happen next. 

“The
problem with people, Jessica, is that they don’t know what they’re looking at.
They see things. They hear things. But they don’t understand. That’s where I
come in. I make them see and hear in a way they never thought possible. That’s
why my shows are compared to a drug. To a high. To a lifestyle.”

Jessica
took a few breaths. This was her fantasy but she was there to work.

“Okay,”
Jessica said. “You want me to tell you what I see?”

“Yes,”
Slader whispered.

He
then stepped up behind her. Jessica could feel him just inches away. When he
breathed she could feel it. She could taste it. When his hands touched her
shoulders, Jessica’s mouth fell open and she fought hard not to moan. She
wondered what would have happened if she had moaned though.

“Close
your eyes,” Slader said. “Close them tight. Forget everything.”

Jessica
listened to Slader. His hands slowly moved along her shoulders. To her arms.
Then gone. A few seconds later Jessica felt the touch of Slader’s fingers at
her eyes. He was making sure she had her eyes shut.

“Tell
me now,” Slader whispered.

His
body gently touched Jessica’s. 

“I
see a bitter life,” Jessica said. “A life refused. The music drives the soul.
It’s all we really have. Our soul. We can’t let it go too easily... so we
search. We hide. We wait.”

“Well
now,” Slader said. “Isn’t that poetic?”

“I
don’t know,” Jessica said. “That’s what came to mind.”

Slader’s
hands touched Jessica’s shoulders again. Then he moved down her arms to her
wrists. He gripped her wrists, his body pressed tight to hers.

“I
can’t let you go,” Slader said. “I can’t explain it, Jessica. You don’t have to
trust me and what I want, but you have to obey me. Tonight.”

Jessica
felt the hardness of Slader’s body. The muscle of his chest. The hardness
between his legs. She was sopping wet, her panties feeling uncomfortable as
they pulled up into her. She curled her toes, wanting relief. No matter how
hard she tried to hide the pleasure already mounting, her breathing gave it
away.

“You’re
turned on right now,” Slader said. “It’s because you’ve been waiting, haven’t
you?”

“Slader...
you’re a rockstar...”

“I’ve
waited too,” Slader said. “All the women, they were instinctive need, Jessica.”

Jessica
wasn’t sure what to do right then. She couldn’t tell if Slader was high, drunk,
or just this intense naturally. Either way, she knew she had to go with it. Her
own body commanded her to stay. To go with it. If he wanted to touch her, then
she’d allow it. He was a rockstar... the hottest rockstar in the world.

His
hands released their grip on Jessica’s wrists and touched her hips.

“I’m
going to make you come,” Slader whispered. “Your own needs are getting in your
way. I want you to see and feel everything, Jessica. Beyond your job. This
magazine. This interview. This story you feel you have to tell.”

“Fuck,”
Jessica muttered.

“Do
not move your hands or you will be punished.”

Punished?

Jessica
wasn’t sure if she liked that word or not. But it certainly turned her on. She
was supposed to be backstage to complete an interview. But this was part of it
all, wasn’t it? This was the rock n’ roll lifestyle. The wild sex. The
music. 

Slader
squeezed Jessica with his left hand. His hand moved along her backside and then
between her legs. She felt the pressure of his fingers against her. Through her
jeans, through her panties, her moist, soft folds were tender and throbbing. He
rubbed back and forth, increasing the pressure as needed. Jessica felt her
knees starting to bend, gently rocking herself against Slader’s touch. 

“Yes,”
Slader whispered. “That’s what I want to feel. Yes. Do it. Come.”

Jessica
then saw the emails flash through her mind. She heard the words of her boss.
Her legs straightened and closed against Slader’s hand. 

“I
can’t,” she whispered. “Slader... I can’t do this.”

“Yes,
you can,” Slader growled. “Do you know who I am?”

“I
know. I’m here for a reason...”

“We
all are,” Slader said. “To die.”

Jessica’s
body started to shake. Everything shook. Right and wrong. Fear and needs. Wants
and desires. She squeezed her legs tighter. 

Was
she going to reject him? 

Was
she going to reject the sexiest rockstar on the planet? 

Was
she going to reject the hottest man that dared to touch her?

Jessica
closed her eyes and backed up into Slader. She pushed at him, feeling his
resistance. 

“I
can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” Slader whispered. “My heart...
again...”

Jessica
looked back at the rockstar.

Again?

Jessica
had never met Slader before. Her fantasies and conversations came in the form
of posters, pictures, and erotic thoughts late at night.

Slader
took his hands from her body and stepped back.

“You
leave me no choice, Jessica,” Slader said.

Jessica
stiffened.

No
choice?

“What
does that mean?”

“That
means one thing,” Slader said. “I’m going to have another show here tomorrow
night. And the next night. And the next night. Until you come back to me. Where
you belong.”

Jessica
grabbed her bag. As she bent, she felt the pull of her panties. The wetness was
so intense that Jessica bit her lip, seeking relief. She could get relief.
Easily. 

From
Slader.

He
wanted to touch her.

Why
not?

Why
not indulge? Give in? Enjoy?

Jessica
couldn’t figure out why and wouldn’t until she was home an hour later. She sat
on the edge of her bed, still shaking. She was glad Carrie and John were gone
to the movies. The feelings racing through her were too much to handle at
once... but that’s when it came to her.

His
eyes.

It
was Slader’s eyes.

They
weren’t the eyes of a rockstar looking for someone to hookup with. They were
the eyes of a rockstar - a man - who wanted to dominate Jessica. Who wanted to
touch her, hold her. If she went into his arms, there would be more meaning...
more than she was willing to chance at that moment.

But
there was always tomorrow.

Or
the next night.

Or
the next night.

Look for ONE NIGHT
WITH THE ROCKSTAR – available wherever ebooks are sold!

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First electronic edition July 2013

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