How to Reprimand Your Rock Star (DommeNation #2) (12 page)

At his side, Scarlett began to unzip her catsuit. Inch by inch, she revealed her flesh to him and he nearly bucked his hips right off the bed. She pulled the suit from her shoulders, exposing her large breasts, which were easily a D or maybe even double. Her nipples were small and dark pink, and she gave them a pinch as she pushed the skin-tight suit off her body. My fingers moved furiously, and I realized I wanted more freedom to touch, so I pulled off my shorts and panties and spread my legs wide on the bed. I slid two fingers inside myself and rubbed my thumb on my clit, watching Scarlett undress before the man with the huge cock. I imagined her as me, and him as Keaton. I wanted Keaton bound to a bed like that. I wanted to ride him.

Finally, Scarlett stripped the suit off her hips and was totally nude and standing over the man. She put a hand on her hip and stood there for a moment, seemingly thinking of what to do.

I wanted her to get on top, and I think that was what he wanted, too.

Instead, she spoke. “As your second punishment, I will be the one receiving pleasure today, not you. Open wide.”

Scarlett mounted the bed and slid up to the bound man and straddled his face. She grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth between her legs. I nearly moaned as I watched his head bob between her legs, remembering how good Keaton’s mouth felt between mine. She bucked against him, grinding her hips into his face. One of her legs slid up the headboard and she pushed harder. I watched his head move and I imagined what his tongue and mouth were doing, making her wiggle and writhe. Her hands pulled mercilessly at his head as he lapped at her cunt. I worked mine, wishing I had Keaton’s face between my legs. I imagined his baby blues looking up at me so innocently. I loved the feeling of his tongue as it parted the folds of my body and tickled until I exploded.

I came hard on my hand as Scarlett straddled her submissive’s face. I could still see her bucking, leg high up over his head, and the other’s knee by his ear. The man’s erection was harder than ever and I wondered if she’d give him relief.

But a sound down the hallway kept me from ever finding out. I slammed the laptop shut, gathered my clothes, and dashed into the bathroom just as Callie entered.

I cursed Keaton and Scarlett for turning me into a crazy, masturbating Dominant. But still, the euphoria lingered and I also silently thanked them. Some of the tension and frustration had eased out of my body, so after I showered, I knew I’d be able to focus on the upcoming games with a clear head.

And a somewhat satisfied body.

I sat in the locker room, ramrod straight and alert.

“You know this team,” Coach lectured. “You know each and every weakness. Exploit it. Practice yesterday was the best I’ve seen all year. I think it took a sloppy win to show you girls that nothing’s easy that’s worth winning.”

I blinked, trying to force thoughts of Keaton out of my mind.
Nothing’s easy that’s worth winning,
I thought to myself. I took the hard road, the right path. I was going to fight with every fucking ounce of strength in me tonight. If I wasn’t going to be with him, I’d make damn well certain this sacrifice was worth it.

“Pops, you ready to nail it tonight?” Reese asked. I was surprised to be called out in front of everyone, but based on my lackluster performance two weeks ago, I deserved it.

“You bet,” I said, finishing taping up my knee. I fought the emotions and concentrated on my lucky roll’s last pass around my thigh.

“You looked good today,” Donelle said. “You all did. We’re going to kill it.”

“Everyone in,” Coach said, gathering the team for a circle. “Husky pride.”

“Husky pride,” we chanted back and broke.

We jogged out onto the parquet floor of the stadium to a chanting crowd. A sea of Tar Heels fans, all taunting us as we found our place and fanned out.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer said, “please rise for our national anthem.”

The crowd went absolutely berserk. I’ve seen national pride in my life, but never a reception like this.

“O say can you see . . .”

My head whipped toward the singer.

Keaton.

“By the dawn’s early light . . .”

My heart fluttered. He was looking straight at me. My hand moved from my heart to my mouth and he winked.

He knew he’d see me tonight.

As the song continued, I felt empowered by my choice. Regardless of the game’s score, I won already. He was here to watch me play and I still had made the right choice.

The song ended in glorious applause, and we headed to the bench, ready to play. Trickster City had the best seats in the house, right behind us. As he assumed his seat directly behind our trainers and security guards, both his and ours, I smiled, but kept my head forward.

In the game.

As soon as my feet hit the court, euphoria bloomed inside me, propelling me across the parquet. I lived for these moments, and my body felt truly alive when I played. The rush I felt when I played basketball felt new and special with every game. It was terrifying, especially playing at this level, but the feeling of belonging and the muscle memory and its happy chemicals did the job every time. I loved, loved being out here.

The first half flew by exactly as I predicted, with UNC playing at half speed. There were constant turnovers, missed rebounds, and all-around balanced teams made for a very tough game to call. Each time I trotted out on the court, the amount of back and forth was unprecedented. Our teams were absolutely evenly matched.

And that’s because I told the captains to get everyone playing at half effort as well, so we could match them in the second round.

They listened.

But I was still frightened. I knew that my effort could make or break the game, and having Keaton there in his seat, sunglasses on like a punk, smirking in my direction, certainly wasn’t helping. But it also wasn’t hindering. Every time I glanced his way, I felt a surge of energy. It was like he had become my lucky charm. Sometimes he’d flash a nod or a subtle thumbs-up, and I’d suddenly catch a wayward rebound or nail a tricky layup.

At the beginning of the second half, we were ahead. Each time I sunk a basket or shot a three, my skill felt like it doubled. Faster, stronger, stealthier. I completely dominated defense and on offense, I was becoming unstoppable.

“Rookie of the Year,” Coach Dunks whispered when I sat down for a shift.

I leaned on my knees and focused, trying not to let the compliment sink in too far. The last thing I needed was a swelled head. Reese glanced my way and nodded. I had this.

The Tar Heels rallied at the beginning of the second half, just as I had predicted. Their coach had switched up positions and put in a few of their benchwarmers to mix things up. I admit it threw us off a bit. I tried my best again to avoid Keaton’s presence, and my knee began to weaken.

“Shit,” I mumbled to myself, running down the court. Next time I was on the bench, I’d get the tape. A funny-sounding whistle emitted from the crowd and my eyes immediately darted to Keaton. His glasses were off, and I could see even from far away that gorgeous baby blue gaze. He was holding my tape then kissed it.

Poof.

The pain I felt in my knee was drowned out by the surge of lust I felt for Keaton. I felt like I could take down the whole Tar Heels team myself. I took one last look at Keaton who made a fist and raised it in the air with a triumphant nod.

Rookie of the Year was back.

I stormed down the court, swiped the ball from a midair pass, and thundered back toward the net. Wanting to maximize the points and surprise the team, I stopped and shot a three instead of taking the inevitable layup. Nailed it. I saw my team hop up from the bench. In the five minutes of the game that remained, I managed to score fifteen points, putting us easily ahead.

The buzzer rang; we launched out of our seats and moved on to the next round as victors. Keaton clapped and blew me a kiss. I was on a winning streak, and my team was going to the next game.

Game two in North Carolina was a blowout. We won by a landslide and came home victorious, ready to play in the next round. Unfortunately, Keaton’s show and my game kept us apart, but I couldn’t just wait around and cross my fingers for Miami. So I made plans with him in a different way.

“No, seriously Callie, go without me.” I feigned a look of longing to go out. It was sort of a cross between a puppy-dog face and a sad panda. “Too much work to do.” Part of that was true. Since we got back from our North Carolina wins, it was like my homework load had doubled.

But I wasn’t doing homework tonight.

Callie fixed her makeup one last time in the mirror. She always insisted on layering on foundation over her freckles, but I told her they were cute. Cute was not what she was going for. “This party’s going to be amazing. I’ve heard that the boys from the team really put on a show.”

I rolled my eyes. Apparently if the girls get further in the tournament than the boys, the guys have to do a little burlesque show for our team. It’s pretty much the event of the year. Too bad I had much better things to do.

“Take some pics, will you?” I joked. “Just . . . not of Wes.”

“He’s been drunk pretty much twenty-four seven since the loss,” she said, almost sounding sad. “I’d be surprised if he’s sober enough to get in women’s underwear.”

“Go, and if you see Randall Black, please give his ass a grab. The way he manhandles girls at parties, the man needs a taste of his own medicine. God, I’m pissed I can’t go,” I said. Seeing the boys’ team in their skivvies was the last thing I wanted to do, but I wanted to at least make it seem like she was getting the winning end of the deal here. Of course, she wasn’t having a sexy session with a rock star in a few minutes.

She crossed her arms and probably read my mind. “You’ve got all the man candy you need, but fine. Just, will you finally tell me how big he is? I want it accurate, like down to the quarter of an inch.” I had kept my mouth shut about all of our little escapades. As much as I had wanted Keaton to finally have sex with me, I knew that what he had planned for Miami would be better than an impromptu session in North Carolina. So I made a date for today.

Well, not an in-person date, but still something that would be fun and satisfying.

I snickered but said nothing. “See ya, Cal.”

“See ya,” she said, and the second our door closed, I fished into my goody bag and found my new vibrator. This was going to be interesting. The other items in there, the vinyl tape etc., sat unused. I knew they’d be put to good use at some point, hopefully in Miami. The fun Keaton and I had up until now was good practice, I realized. We were used to each other’s bodies but still hadn’t gone all the way. Getting more comfortable with him now would definitely make the big event much easier for me, so I wouldn’t be as inhibited.

My phone buzzed against my thigh, an omen of things to come.
You ready?
it read.
Oh, Keaton, you have no idea.

I flipped open my laptop but didn’t dial into Skype just yet. I peeled off my soft yellow tee and skinny jeans to reveal the red and black lingerie set I bought with Callie a few weeks back at the mall. I had been saving it for Miami, but now I wanted to go buy more sexy things, so I figured now was a good time to debut the look. My body felt good against the satin, and when I glanced in the mirror, I really liked what I saw. Not just muscles, curves. Womanly, not as athletic as I usually saw myself.

I worked a bit of gel into my curls to tame them a little, then changed my mind and whipped my hair around a bit. Keaton enjoyed the wild look, and I felt even more goddess-like with virtually mermaid-quality locks. The head-whipping gave me a bit of a blush, too. Actually, I looked like I had just had some fun in the sack with Keaton already. I was glowing. Now was the time to log on.

The screen rewarded me with a gorgeous sight. I hit control F to take a screenshot for posterity. And, you know, solo sexy times.

Keaton was in a dark hotel room, illuminated by only the screen, and he had clearly just showered. His hair was wet, and I could see his body beaded with water. I could virtually smell the fresh scent of soap on him. He was lying on a chaise, draped across the chair with his wrists above his head, tied neatly.

“Hello Goddess,” he purred. I took one look at his abs and decided I wished computer screens could endure licking.

“Hello yourself,” I replied, feeling my body tighten just examining his form. Nobody should be that sexy. There should be a law.

He squirmed for a second, flashing his muscles, and dropped his head to the chair. “I wish you were here.”

I stifled a moan. “Me too. I hope the next few days go by quickly.”

Keaton smiled. “It will. And then it will be our little Miami excursion.”

I blushed. “I know. It’s all I can think about.”

“I’ve been thinking about after Miami, too,” he said, eyeing the camera in a way only a professional could. Dammit, Keaton, you disarm me at every turn.

“What do you mean ‘after’?” I asked. Was this a relationship talk? My pulse quickened. Were we anything other than mess-around buddies?

“I’ll tell you in Miami,” he said cryptically. As usual. “Just be open-minded when I bring it up. I want to please you beyond your wildest fantasies, so at least hear me out.”

I frowned. “Sounds tempting, but there’s got to be a catch. You’re not making me choose again, are you?”

He shook his head. “Not exactly. But like I said, be open.”

So it wasn’t about “us.” My body tensed in anxiety. That was the only conversation I wanted to have. I knew it was dumb, but we may as well talk about it. I was bold and fearless on the court and dammit, I had to be the one calling the shots here.

“Speaking of open,” I said, using his language to make way for this awkward conversation, “I was wondering if we’re, I don’t know, open.”

His expression darkened. “Are you asking if you’re free to see someone else?”

Was that jealousy?

I shook my head. “No, but—”

“You are, you know.”

“Oh.”

He must have seen my expression, because his tone changed.

“All I mean is that you can see whomever you choose. We don’t live nearby and I’m on tour much of the year. I want you happy.”

I nodded, having no clue where this was going. Was he trying to tell me he had a girl in every city? That was sort of what I expected, and what my mind had been nagging me about, but I didn’t like actually entertaining the idea.

My chest heaved at the word. I swallowed hard. “Okay.”

It was sort of an answer, and not exactly what I expected, but I certainly took it.

“So what does my goddess have planned for me tonight?” he asked, stretching his tattooed arms and pretending to strain in his bindings. I felt like turning the vibrator on now.

I rolled my shoulders. “I could use a massage,” I whimpered, baiting him.

He pouted. “I would if I could.”

Pretending I just thought of something brilliant, I pulled out the vibrator and held it up to the screen. “This should loosen the tension,” I said, rubbing the discreet little tube across my collarbone and over my shoulders. “Mmmm,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. It was worse than sexting, more embarrassing than getting caught masturbating, but I wanted to do it and wasn’t ashamed. Who was I becoming? Was this a normal part of the college experience?

I trusted him, I wanted him, so we’d do this together and I wouldn’t feel bad about it.

“Oh my,” he said, and licked his lips. “Now I really wish I could help.”

I leaned forward, making sure I showed the screen plenty of love in the form of black satin cleavage. “I want you to touch yourself, Baby Blue.”

Keaton bit his lip and arched his back. I wondered if I’d even need the vibrator, and if it was possible to orgasm without actual contact. Just looking at that muscled, tattooed body displayed for me was enough to push me to the edge. Hell, anytime I needed release all I had to do was just use my memories of him. I probably came three times after I got home.

“Permission to remove this,” he asked, flicking his eyes to the rope around his wrists.

I nodded. “Yes, but you have to talk to me the whole time. I want to hear that sexy voice tell me exactly what you’re thinking about.” Oh my goodness I was dirty-talking. Words like that had never, ever come out of my mouth before. It felt natural, which both excited and scared me. It did make me feel better if we ended up being in a long-distance relationship, because although nothing could compare to Keaton in the flesh, this was pretty fucking close.

His hand drifted down to his tight black boxer briefs and I watched as his long, guitar-skilled fingers stroked his length. Something I didn’t get nearly a good enough look at last time. Wow. Just . . . wow.

“I promise.” His voice was lower and dark and I knew then for sure that he was born to be a performer. That voice could bring me to orgasm alone. Maybe soon we’d try that. My body jumped and I noticed that the vibrator had fallen from my hand into my lap, right between my legs.

He had a ridiculous effect on me.

“Take those off,” I barked.

Keaton nodded and slipped the underwear off completely and returned to his prone, lounging pose. Only now he was nude, aroused, and I thought I’d lose my mind if I didn’t come soon. His hand slowly slid down his shaft as he began to speak. “Right now I’m thinking of how gorgeous you looked on the plane, us pressed against the wall. Clothes lifted and lowered. Your wild hair flowing around us. So beautiful.”

Blushing, I smirked and prodded him on with a gesture. “Cut the compliments and get to the goods. Talk dirty.”

Even now, I was stunned by how bold Keaton could make me. I really, really liked to hear his voice.

“I was just getting started,” he said, picking up his pace, which made my insides clench. I turned the lipstick tube vibrator up and positioned it further up between my legs. “Anyway, Goddess, I loved how you looked with your clothes on, but when I took them off you I was worried I was going to come all over you.”

My clit nearly melted off my body. “Oh yeah? But you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

He shook his head and continued to please himself. “I need to restrain myself, just as you restrain me, Goddess. Part of me wanted to rip every article of clothing off you, but you were teaching me. Training me. Making me wait for a look at your luscious body. And as for my orgasms, you
own
them. I will never come before you unless I have your express permission.”

All I could think about was getting that vibrator past the satin of my panties. I sat back and decided to give Keaton a bit of a show myself. “What if I don’t let you come at all?” I slipped the tip of the buzzy inside and ran it up and down. I was so close.

His hands flew above his head, ready to be bound again. “You want me to stop, I stop. You could come ten times and I’d still insist on waiting until you wanted me to finish. Like I said, my orgasms belong to you alone.”

I pulled my panties off and spread my legs for the webcam. “Do you want to come now?”

He nodded. “What I want is to push my tongue into that luscious pussy of yours.”

“Not what I asked.”

He sighed. “Yes, I want to come. All over you. Right now.”

Pushing up a few pillows, I lay back on the bed and picked up the vibrator. “Let’s come together. If I can’t feel you, I want to watch you get off with me.”

Keaton smiled and brought his hand back down. “Yes, my goddess. My Mistress. Come with me.”

We both touched our most intimate of places, eyes locked and yet miles away. I watched how looking at my body made his eyes catch fire. I strummed myself with the vibrator the way he’d work his guitar and trust me, I was about to hit a high C.

“Please, Goddess,” he said, throwing his head back in rapture, waiting for me.

The way his body arched, along with the voyeuristic indulgence of watching him touch his cock was too much, and I came hard, screaming his name. A smile spread across his face as he watched, and finished himself. A grunt and a low moan. God, even his orgasms sounded like music.

“Thank goodness for modern technology,” he said after a moment. “Glad I don’t have to chase you across the sea just for a glimpse of that body.”

I leaned forward and cupped my face in my hands. “But you would.”

“Of course. For you, I’d conquer armies. I’d do anything to please you.”

Swallowing the strange sentimental feeling he had given me, I nodded. “It’s mutual.”