How to Reprimand Your Rock Star (DommeNation #2) (17 page)

After taking Keaton’s ropes off, I rubbed some scented oil on his skin, since Scarlett had recently taught me about aftercare. I wasn’t going to tell him I had practiced aftercare on Nico’s ass at the play party. But hey, I could have done worse than just spanking him. But I didn’t want to. Of course not, I had a rock god who was all mine.

He patted the bed and beckoned me beside him.

“Cuddle me,” I demanded and he swept me, giggling, into his embrace. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Keaton nuzzled my neck. “Like I could keep away from you any longer.”

I kissed up and down his ear, tonguing the rings as I went. “You’d see me in two months, but yes, waiting any longer would have been torture.”

He rolled me over and hovered over me. “Two months, meaning you’d be coming on tour?” His mischievous grin was wide and white. “Really?”

I shrugged. “Possibly. I’m not saying no.”

“Ha!” he laughed, squeezing me. “I will show you the time of your life, Goddess. Mark my words, I will make it unforgettable.”

I smiled fondly. “Everything about you is unforgettable.”

His eyes searched the room. “I’ll call my assistant to get started on your accommodations, flights, passport verification. I mean, just for you to have, in case you do me the pleasure of saying a definite yes. You do have a passport, yes?”

I nodded.

“Outstanding.”

Finally letting myself feel the excitement and give in, I clung to him. “I suppose it would be a whole lot of fun.” I bit his shoulder and he laughed.

“I’m going to give you the world, oh Fierce One.”

I kissed his soft lips, melting. “So, what now?”

He sat up and fingered my curls. “I’m all yours until Saturday.”

My eyes widened. “Saturday? It’s only Thursday.”

“My next show is Saturday night. I’ll be with you until that morning. So, think your twin bed can accommodate the two of us or shall I rent a swanky hotel room? I do sort of like the idea of holing up with you and not leaving for days on end. We’ll just pay off that roommate of yours if you like.”

I felt totally and completely taken aback. I was going home tomorrow, but what was I supposed to do now? What would my parents say? Should I just stash him in a hotel room and tell my parents I was staying and disappoint them?

But they missed me. And I was considering going to Europe with him, and I certainly hadn’t broached the subject with Mom and Dad yet. I don’t know what they’d say. And, if I did go, this would be the last time I’d see them for months. I couldn’t skip out on them if I was planning on skipping out on them this summer.

Gah, this man. Kept my panties in a twist, my heart in my stomach, and my stomach in knots. Just how I liked it.

“I hope that deer-in-the-headlights look is excitement and not horror, dearest.”

Willing my mouth to work, I squeaked out a reply. “Won’t you get, like, mauled if you go to campus with me? I mean, the dark glasses and paint worked at the black-light party, but . . .”

He grinned evilly. “What, Goddess, you aren’t up to the challenge?”

“No . . . I—”

“You don’t want to protect me from throngs of obsessed fans?”

“I—”

“It’s fine,” he said, holding up his hands. “I’ll just drive back—”

I tackled him back to the bed roughly. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I strapped him spread-eagle to the bed and peppered him with kisses. “You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “My.” Kiss. “Rock star.”

“All yours,” he moaned.

“And I’ll sneak you into my dorm. After I’m done with you again.”

Again, the rascal grin.

I crawled on top of him, continuing my parade of kisses and wiggled up against him.

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have tied you so tight,” I whined. “I kind of want your arms around me when I fuck you.”

Within a second, his hands had slunk out of the knots and were wrapped tightly about my waist. “Like this,” he whispered.

Busted.

I sat up with a pout. “You just stay still to keep me happy?”

He shrugged. “No. Not unless you tell me to, like just now.”

I bit my lip. “I’m good at the rope stuff,” I said, a bit dejected. “Could you get out regardless of how well I tied the knots?”

“Honestly, Goddess, you do a fantastic job ninety-nine percent of the time. Then again, sometimes I’m a slippery bastard.”

I cocked an eyebrow and lowered myself on him again. “Oh, I’ll show you slippery.”

SCARLETT USHERED US OFF INTO
the night with hushed words, a few kisses, and the promise of some fun after I came back from spring break. She also gave Keaton an Indiana Jones–style hat that she kept in her costume room.

It helped disguise him. Sorta.

Keaton was just, I don’t know, Keaton. Even if people didn’t actually know him, his magnetism was positively undeniable. The way he walked, his swagger, simply invited you to watch his hips and imagine them at work. The confident way he squared his shoulders could make even the straightest of men question their entire sexual identity.

There weren’t many people on campus, but those we walked by seemed to be drawn to him, staring. Even in the dark. Even anonymous.

“Dumb it down,” I whispered as we marched arm in arm across a darkened campus. He pulled the brim of his hat low over his eyes and I wanted to have crazy Temple of Doom sex. Indy and that whip . . .

“Pardon?”

I brought his ear to my mouth. “You’re too
sexy
. Walk with a limp or something. You’re going to get us caught.”

He started to shuffle oddly. “Not like you have a load in your pants, jeez,” I groaned. His amble became slightly more normal. He slouched a bit too.

“Better.”

“See? I can be normal.”

“Oh no,” I replied, waggling my finger, “you’ll never, ever be normal, my Baby Blue.”

He stopped. “Wow.”

“What?”

He scratched his head. “I just love hearing you call me yours.”

“Is that okay?”

He nodded. “Felt good. Like this is real. Every night as I fall asleep, I get an awful pang in my gut and wonder if I’d wake up and find I was just dreaming.”

Slipping my fingers out of his hand and up his arms, I pulled him into a hug. “That makes me feel better somehow. It’s hard for me to imagine a guy like you being hung up on one girl, you know.”

He rested his chin in the crook of my neck. “I dream of you every night, Goddess. I know you think I’m a bit of a cad, and I was. There’s just something about you I can’t shake, something that makes me want only you.”

“It’s mutual,” I confessed. Oh, there go those fuzzy feelings again. My heart felt like it was unfolding like some young rose. Now I was coming up with cliché similes, great. Thanks, Keaton. But his words did more than reciprocate my feelings; they emboldened me to pull the trigger and just tell him where I was headed for the next two days. “I have something to tell you. I’m going home tomorrow.”

“Then I want to come with you.”

I blinked. “Really? I am considering just telling them I have work to do and staying in our little shoebox of a dorm room.”

Keaton pulled me close. “I want to meet the spectacular people who raised you, and I want them to like me.”

I imagined the shock on their faces. I’d only brought a boy home once. Tomorrow, I’d be bringing a man. More than a man, a rock star. Oh dear.

His voice lowered. “Let’s get to that tiny little shoebox of a room and we can talk about it later.”

A grin spread across my face and I spun out of his embrace and pulled him toward the direction of my dorm.

The campus was pretty dead, aside from a few drunken partygoers stumbling back to their rooms. Maybe we’d make it inside having avoided detection.

Keaton and I strolled across the quad with swift and quiet strides. I really just wanted to lay down with him in the damp grass and look at the stars. The way we could have spent time thousands of years ago, like the dream I had of us while I was studying Roman Civ. I imagined life when it was simple. Just Keaton, myself, the earth below, and the sky above. But as much as I wanted to take this sentimental detour, the most important thing I could do was smuggle him into the dorm and figure out how to deal with him in the morning. Truthfully, it was hard, thinking that far ahead. I was picturing him tangled in my twin sheets now.

The thought of my dorm room sounded alarm bells in my brain.

I had a curfew.

I checked my watch—nine fifty-five. We’d have to bolt. Keaton and I picked up our leisurely pace and I changed directions—no more scenic route.

“Hey, you,” I heard, watching a drunken frat boy stumble toward us like some sort of beer-fed zombie. “With the hat.”

I stiffened. Did he recognize Keaton? “What?” I asked as he shambled closer. I worried he’d barf on my shoes.

“Lemme see that,” the boy said, reaching toward Keaton’s hat.

“I’ll be keeping this,” Keaton said in an American accent, and I nearly died laughing.

The frat brother wrinkled his nose and squinted. Shit. “I just wanted to try it on,” he mumbled then slouched away.

I exhaled.

We made it up to the room and I slid my key into the door with a sigh of relief. “Mission accomplished,” I said, swinging the door open and turning toward him with a smile. It was fun, going on this little covert journey. And the idea of him being in my domain, of course, was a turn on. My room, my power. Keaton would be wholly mine tonight now that we were on my turf.

His eyes went wide. I worried I had left smelly gym socks out. “Not exactly accomplished.”

I spun.

Callie, Donelle, and five other teammates sitting on our beds, drinking.

“OH MY GOD, IT’S KEATON LOWE!!!”

Deer in the headlights turned into couple caught in the camera lights. Like cowboys in old movies grabbing their sharpshooters quicker than the eye could see, these girls had already taken out their phones and snapped a picture of us.

Shit.

“Guys!” I shouted, holding my hand above my face and pushing Keaton backward. “The fuck?”

Callie bit her lip with an apologetic frown. I didn’t blame her—she had no idea Keaton was coming. Donelle just shook her head. She must be here to check to see if I was in at ten. We made it in at nine fifty-eight, but I don’t think that mattered anymore. The other girls from the team positively ogled Keaton so hard I wanted to slap them.

“Ladies,” I said, inhaling and exhaling slowly and trying not to have a full-on coronary, “this is my friend Keaton. Please, chill.”

He poked his head from behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder. “Boyfriend, actually,” he said, kissing my neck.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Not now, Keaton. Please no major relationship revelations as we’re currently being found out. I mean, he did say he felt monogamous with me, but he didn’t say the actual word.

“Boyfriend?!” Callie asked, as if reading my mind. “The hell, Thea!”

Pulling Keaton into the room, I held my finger to my mouth and tried to keep the rest of the dorm floor out of my personal life. We sat down on the bed. Keaton smiled at the girls and I thought Sherry was going to do a face-plant into the floor.

“Yes,” I said quietly. “But, because of who he is, we were keeping it discreet.”

Keaton squeezed my hand. “You guys seem cool though,” he said with a charismatic flick of an eyebrow, “so I think we can trust you.”

Donelle’s face fell a bit. “I, um, may have been a little hasty,” she said, sliding out her phone. “Itchy trigger finger.” The picture was uploaded to her Facebook, with me tagged in it. The caption read
Heartbreaker of the Century with Rookie of the Year?

My stomach felt like ice. “Seriously?” I asked, burying my head in my hands. Curls fell over my fingers and I just wanted to stay behind a wall of hair. The entire campus was going to think I was some groupie. Just when I was starting to get real respect. Hell, the boys’ team was even eating lunch with me in the caf, Wes and all. Now I’d never hear the end of this from anyone.

Keaton’s hand moved to my shoulder and he pushed the hair away from my ear. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

I picked my head up and ignored the girls for a moment. “Are we going to be dealing with tabloids?”

He shrugged. “Nothing compared to meeting your family tomorrow. I mean, your parents will probably love me, but I’m worried about the kiddos. Do they even listen to rock?”

“Oh my God,” Callie whispered. “You’re meeting the ‘rents?!”

“That’s serious shit,” Donelle replied. “All this is pretty serious shit.” She didn’t look happy. Then again, it wasn’t in my deal with Coach that I couldn’t date rock icons. Just that I had to be in before ten. Which I was.

But I was also terrified of what people were going to say. Not that the court of public opinion mattered to me, but being outed like this was just plain scary.

I felt my lip tremble. Was I going to cry?

Keaton stirred next to me. “Ladies, as much as I’d love to hang out with you all, clearly Thea and I have a lot to talk about.” He pulled out his wallet and peeled off five hundred-dollar bills. “Why don’t you go out, get a swanky hotel room, and have a little fun, eh?”

A collective gasp whooshed from the girls’ mouths, and within a minute, they were silently shuffling out of the room, goofy grins spread across each face.

“Glad you were in before ten,” Donelle commented, and left.

“That was easy,” Keaton said, kicking his legs onto the bed and lacing his hands behind his head. “Now let’s figure this all out.”

I picked up an unopened water bottle and soothed my dry throat. I still felt that strange quiver that foretold crying. This was all too much.

“Do you need to cry?” he asked, sitting up and pulling me close. “Come here. Let it out.”

I collapsed on his shoulder and sobbed. Happy, sad, confused, all sorts of tears came pouring out. Keaton just stroked my hair and held me close. It was amazing how someone with such a hard body could feel so soft and warm when I needed it.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

I shook my head.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I slowed my breathing, which had sped to a frantic huff-puff from the sobs. “Everyone knows about us.”

He paused for a moment before speaking. “Are you embarrassed?”

“No!” I shouted, pulling my head up and resting on an elbow. “I mean, I just don’t want to be seen as some rock star’s groupie. I know what I’d think of girls in that position.”

He nodded. “I don’t agree, but I understand. You don’t like the idea that you’d be perceived as the subordinate.”

I frowned. “That’s not what I meant, but I dunno. Maybe.”

“It looks superficial,” he said. “You’re dating someone that has been seen with air-headed models and Botoxed movie stars. You’re not like that and you don’t want to be lumped in with them.”

I nodded.

“Well, when we’re in public, we can make it clear that I’m under your thumb. Posturing is everything, and if you’d rather be the one holding my arm, then so be it. Hell, I’ll wear your collar if you want. Then again, in my world, it’s a fashion statement that’s rarely questioned.” I melted into the mattress.

I breathed in and out, slowly calming myself. I wasn’t one of them, like he said, but what made him be with women like that in the first place? If I was the outlier in the group, did that mean he’d leave me for someone vapid eventually?

“Now, what else is bothering you?”

Biting my lip, I thought of how to phrase this delicately. “I’m nervous about bringing you home.”

Again, Keaton responded to my words with a bob of his head. “Totally understandable. Most moms read trashy magazines, and I’ve been a headliner in those just as often as in arenas.”

“It’s not just that,” I replied, “but you’re not exactly the guy a girl brings home from college, you know? You’re older, you’re tattooed, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my yaya and papou go into shock when they meet you.”

“I often have that effect on grandparents.”

I sighed and plopped my head on the pillow. “I’m just scared. I feel helpless, and that’s not something I feel a lot.”

He continued petting my hair. “I know just the thing for making you feel in control,” he cooed, pulling me closer. “Isn’t that right, Mistress?”

I bolted up. “And what’s this about being my boyfriend?”

Keaton grinned. “Well, am I?”

Frowning, I asked, “Shouldn’t I be the one to bring up this sort of thing? I am, after all, your owner.”

Keaton threw his head back rapturously. “Goddess, I love when you talk like that.”

I ran my finger across his exposed neck. “Mmm, I’d like to put a collar here.”

“I’d like nothing more,” he replied.

“Nothing?” I asked, slipping my fingers from his neck down his chest.

“Nothing.” He sat up and looked me in the eyes. “The thought of you owning me, collaring me, means more to me than anything.”

My heart thundered. I wanted to collar him, but I had nothing to do it with.

Or did I?

“Hold on,” I said, rummaging through my box of stuff I was bringing home. I picked up a gold chain with a charm on it. A black dot in the center, ringed with blue then white. I brought it to his neck and clasped it. It hung on my clavicle when I wore it, but around Keaton’s neck it looked like a choker. It looked oddly right.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, fingering the charm. “And the sentiment behind it as well.”

“So, does collaring you make you my boyfriend?”

“If you want it to.”

I blushed. “Then yes, I want it to.” I slipped my arms around Keaton’s waist.

“I know what this is,” he whispered. “Thank you. To earn an evil-eye necklace when you’re someone who gets lots of negative attention, well, it means a lot.”

My blush deepened. “You knew that?”

He nodded. “Was it from your grandmother?”

“Yes.”

“They’re wise,” he said, continuing to fiddle with the blue eye. “Sending their loved ones off into the world with something that could ward against bad intentions. That’s love.”

Our eyes met and I blinked away tears.

“Yeah, it is love.”

I leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. A soft kiss, a sentiment. I did love him. And I would be proud to bring him home tomorrow, along with whatever issues came with that discovery.

Keaton’s eyes burned and for a moment we just sat there, arms encircling each other, breathing in each other’s air.

“Has anyone owned you before?” I asked, fingering the necklace. “How many . . . Mistresses have you had?”

He slid his nose down mine and planted a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Just you,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “That can’t be. You know what you want, so why didn’t you go out and find a dominant woman?”

I felt his mouth smile as our faces touched. “I only realized what it was I wanted when I met you. Sure I’d played around with bondage before, but never like this. I’ve never felt so strongly that someone else should be calling the shots. You take the daily pressures of fame and celebrity life off my shoulders, Thea. Everyone always wants me for something, but to you, I can just give, you know? It’s hard for me to trust anyone, especially with my career, but when I’m in your hands I feel safe. I feel like I belong with you. When I’m with you, I can just submit. I can just be your Baby Blue and nothing else.”

I kissed his stubbled jaw. “You’ll always be more, Keaton. You’re special. And yes, I’ll go away with you this summer.”

He grinned and took my chin in his hands. “You are the most unique woman I’ve ever met, Thea, and I want so badly to belong to you. Make me yours again.”

Running my hands down his shirt, I knew what we had to be right now. Master and slave. Domme and sub. He wanted me in control so badly, and I wanted to be in it.

We didn’t have to be in a fancy bondage studio or a BDSM club. I could make him mine now. I pulled a ruler off my desk and a few paper clips.

“I’m going to spank you with this,” I said, running the ruler down the center of his chest. “Then I’m going to put these on your nipples.”

Keaton, who was currently sitting on his feet, rose up on his knees as if pulled upward by magnets. “Give it to me, Goddess.”

A few buttons popped off as I ripped Keaton’s shirt open and kissed every part of flesh I could get my lips on. I licked down his pecs, nibbled at his nipples before I placed the clips on them, then tongued my way down his washboard stomach. I felt him tremble as my mouth continued its downward assault.

“I want you to beg,” I said, circling my finger around the button of his jeans.

He shook his head. “I’m not worthy. Let me worship you instead.”

I drew my finger up and down the fly, feeling his hardness underneath. I kissed the skin beneath his hemline and felt him buck. “You know what you want. Just beg.”

“Fine,” he breathed with a laugh. “Please.”

I licked his jeans and he shuddered. “Please, what?”

He groaned. “Please, use my cock for your mouth’s pleasure.”

I sat up and looked him in the eye. “For
my
pleasure? You know you want it. Be honest, Baby Blue. Don’t lie to your Mistress.”

“Mistress, please suck my cock,” he whimpered as I ran my nose up and down the seam of his pants, coaxing him to respond. It worked.

I unzipped his fly and pulled out his long dick. I slid his pants all the way off, taking my time. His shaft twitched, and the tip glistened. My boy was very turned on.

But I was still slightly hesitant. I had never done this. How do I do this for the first time without screwing up, or looking like a newbie? He was lying back, back arched, waiting for my mouth.

I just let instinct take over.

I ran my tongue from the base to the tip then plucked one of the nipple clips off as I opened my mouth and took him inside.

He jumped.

Taking a moment to enjoy the sensation, I pushed him deep to the back of my throat and then sucked, pulling my mouth back to the top. His breathing became labored and I no longer worried if I was doing it right.

I actually didn’t worry about anything. I enjoyed his reactions, and his body was so gorgeous I just wanted to pleasure all of it. Taking my time, I licked him up and down some more, swirling my tongue around, pulling back and watching his reaction. His mouth was open, as if paused in song. He was close. I pushed him back inside as far as he would go, then pulled off the second clip as I sucked.

Keaton grabbed my head as he came, curling his fingers in my hair and moaning like I had never heard. I sat up, wiped my mouth, and told him he was a good boy.

But that he had better keep me up all night if he wanted me to go to Europe with him.

So we spent the entire night awake, completely wrecking my twin bed, tearing the sheets off, nearly breaking the headboard on two occasions.

I told my Baby Blue that I wanted it rough, and he showed me just how rough a rocker could be. He took me from behind and I came so fast and hard I thought I’d be done for the night. But then after a minute of lying together in hushed whispers, I begged him to fuck me against the wall. Equally rough, equally mind-blowing. I couldn’t believe how I could simply get him to do whatever I wanted, even things he didn’t expect me to want. I never thought I’d be into sex that was lightning fast and bordering on painful, it was so wild and reckless.