The Billionaire and The Pop Star (6 page)

Things settled
down somewhat after that and we lived a life of peaceful bliss for the next
month and a half. I took her away on my jet for long weekends. We played, we
laughed we enjoyed each other and the more time went by, the more in love with
her I became.

I no longer
questioned the strangeness of our meeting, or why it had been so easy for me to
make the decisions I had after so many years of living and thinking one way.
She was my beautiful girl, the owner of my heart.
her
career was doing extremely well, her records were going platinum all over the
place and she was in high demand.

She had
another local show coming up this weekend. This time I was ready when she
approached my hesitantly to let me know that her ex was going to be performing
at the show.

I had had time
to prepare myself since I’d already gotten a line-up of what was in store for
that night. I’ve been following her career since the day we met and now I have
all the information I needed to send her manager and a couple lawyers to jail.

I haven’t told
her what I’d found as yet. Didn’t want to upset her this close to her
performance and I’d only just got the last of the result. It had taken this
long because the lawyers had been very slick with their thievery. Too bad for
them I know how to follow the money trail, all I need is the scent. I planned
to tell her this weekend after the show though and I already had my lawyers on
standby to take care of shit.

SHIANE

Trace has been
so unbelievably amazing in the last month or so. It’s like everyday he goes out
of his way to relieve my fears. Maybe it’s because we were able to keep our
romance out of the public eye, but I was having more fun being in love with him
than I’d ever thought possible.

I decided to
take a page out of his book and try to really get to know him. I’d watch him
when he wasn’t looking, and paid attention to the little things, like how he
shielded my body with his whenever we were going somewhere.

 
How he always seemed to have to touch me
whenever we were together no matter where we were; or the way he’d run his hand
through my hair absentmindedly while we sat together watching a movie. I
especially loved the way he made love to me.

Ever since
that night when he’d punished me, which now when I think back on it was hot as
hell; he’s been this super boyfriend though it seems kinda weird thinking of
him in that way, he ‘s so much more than a boy.

I’d told my
family about him and dad and him had had a few private conversations over the
last few weeks that I wasn’t privy to, but my family seemed to love and accept
him even with the age difference.

Now I have a
show coming up tonight and I’m more nervous than usual. Not because of the show
itself, no, Trace had taken care of that as ell. He’d found this lady that
specialized in curing people like me. She just put me through this series of
exercises that helped to calm me down before each appearance. It was an ongoing
process but so far it seemed to be working. I no longer had that sick fear of
bombing on stage.

No tonight’s
fear stemmed from the fact that Donnie was there and I knew form our last one
sided conversation that he was going to try to get back with me again.

Because trace
and I had been able to keep our relationship hidden, he along most of the known
world
were
under the impression that I was still
pining for him. Then there were the rumors of us sneaking around together. One
tabloid had gone so far as to print that very suggestion. I thought trace would
lose his mind.

 
He’d gone on a tear even going so far as
to call up someone to handle the retraction and fire the person responsible. I
guess it wasn’t just the speculation that had sent him over the edge, but the
fact that there was a photo shopped picture from the year before of me and
Donnie, only this one was made to look like it was more recent and well, let’s
just say it didn’t sit well with Trace to see his woman as he put it, lip
locked with some other dick.

Apparently
whatever he’d done had worked because the following week there had been a
retraction and an apology. Will wonders never cease? Of course now we were down
to crunch time. He’d said that he was fine with the whole show deal but as the
time drew nearer I could see that tic in his jaw working overtime. All I could
do was hope for the best.”
Shiane
baby come in here.”

TRACE

Her show was
in a couple hours and she’d have to leave soon for prep. I’d made peace with
the fact that she was going to be sharing the stage with the asshole ex for
part of tonight’s show. Although I’d told her that I was fine, the truth is
that I’m not the kind of man who could ever be okay with such a thing, but the
contracts had been signed long before I came on the scene and it was her
career. I was going to make sure that this was the last time though. After this
series of engagements were over, there will never be another occasion when she
would be allowed even in the same room as the prick.

She came into
room already dressed to leave. I didn’t say anything to her as I pulled her
into my arms and fed her my tongue. My hand went down to her pussy and she
opened her legs to give me easier access. I rubbed her through her clothes as
her breathing sped up and she smashed her tits into my naked chest.

Wordlessly I
started to strip her clothes away as my cock grew and pre-cum started leaking
from my tip. I had her spread out on the bed with my head between her thighs as
I ate her pussy, making sure to sink my tongue as deep as I could as I fingered
her ass.

Over the past
weeks I’ve been preparing her ass for my cock. She moaned and pushed her pussy
harder against my mouth.
her
juices ran down to the
crack of her ass lubricating her nicely.

Standing from
between her legs where her pink pussy was on full display with her juices
glistening and calling to me, I helped her onto her hands and knees in the
middle of the bed.

I teased her
pussy slit with my cock head until pushed her ass up higher and begged me to
fuck her. “Please Trace.” I slapped her ass once hard and she looked over her
shoulder at me.
her
eyes were already glazed over and
I knew she was already far-gone.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, fuck
my pussy hard.” Yes, that’s something else I’d taught her, to be less inhibited
in bed. At first her shyness ruled her, but I soon had her saying and doing
anything she loved. I’d explained to her that since I was the only sexual
partner she’d ever have for the rest of her life, who better to know what
pleased her? And how will I know if she didn’t tell me?

That had
opened up a whole new world to her, and I’d learned a lot about my princess.
She had a bit of the submissive in her, she liked for her man to take charge,
not just in the bedroom either. It was perfect since I’m a controlling bastard
and make no bones about it.

I teased her
pussy some more before sinking my cock all the way home. She arched her back
and came like she always does as soon as I enter her. She says it’s because I
hit her cervix each time and it triggers her.

I fucked into
her nice and slow, using my hand in her hair and the other on her hip to
control her movements. Looking down between us I enjoyed the sight of my cock
covered in her pussy cream as it went in and out of her. “Your pussy’s still so
tight
baby, fuck
.” She lowered her head to the
mattress which
sent her ass even higher into the air and had
my cock going in deeper and at a different angle.

Getting to my
feet, I released her hair so I could hold both her hips and pull her back hard
on my cock as her pussy opened and closed around my cock. I could see where my
cock was bulging out around the lips of her pussy, the way they pulled out when
I came out and folded in when I fucked back in.

I knew she
still couldn’t too much of a pounding in this position so it was slow going
until she juiced all over my cock. I didn’t want to cum in her pussy just yet
though I had other plans for tonight.

Pulling out
after she’d come down, I licked her pussy deep while using my fingers to rub
our mixed juices into her tight asshole.

She flinched
and moaned as she pushed back against my fingers trying to get me to go deeper.
I probably should’ve used a little sex toy on her ass to prepare her for my
twelve inch cock, but I didn’t want even a fake dick anywhere near her.

Reaching off
to the side I got the lube and oiled up my cock. She looked over her shoulder
to see what I was doing and her eyes widened. “Trace?”

“Shh, it’s
okay.” I ran my hands up and down her back around to her tits where I pulled
and pinched them the way she likes. I kept letting my cock tap into her pussy
lips and her clit, which kept her preoccupied.

When I was
sure she was ready, I leaned over her back, then I had a thought. “Did he fuck
you in the ass?” I had wrapped my hand around her throat unknowingly, it was
only when she shook her head no that I realized what I’d done. I didn’t think
she’d ever anal before but I wanted to be sure, it was the reason I’d chosen
tonight after all.

Satisfied with
her answer, I guided my cock as gently as I could to her ass. She was tight as
was to be expected so I had to take me time and work my cock into her ass in
one-inch increments.

She tensed and
her body tried to expel me but I soothed her with soft kisses around her ear
and down her neck, whispering how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.

Her ass
relaxed enough for me to get a few inches in her and then I started the fucking
motion in and out of her. I’m not really big on anal sex, but it was enjoyable
on some occasions.

The more she
relaxed, the more dick I fed her until I was
balls
deep in her ass. She was really getting into it now pushing her ass back hard
against me until I was lying flat on her back pressing her into the bed. Her
ass was the tightest fucking thing I’d ever felt around my cock, and that was
saying something because my baby has a tight cunt.

“When you’re
on stage with him, I want you to remember
who
you
belong to.” I slammed into her ass and her mouth opened in a soundless scream.
I fucked her to two orgasms but I myself didn’t want to cum in her ass. Instead
I pulled out and with a stern ‘stay as you are’, went into the bathroom to
clean off my rock hard cock.

Coming back to
the bed, I rolled her over onto her back and climbed between her legs pushing
them farther apart with my hips. I looked down at what I was doing as I led my
cock into her pussy again. I didn’t hurry; I knew I was fucking with her
because she should’ve been gone half an hour ago. I didn’t care; this was my
way of showing her who was in charge.

“Trace, we
have to hurry I have to…”

I caught her
neck in my hand and surged into her hard. “Don’t rush me, we’re through when I
say we are.” I kissed her then, sending my tongue deep into her as I fucked her
nice and slow making her forget that she was way late. She fucked back at me
her hips going wild as I kept teasing her with small strokes instead of the
pounding she needed.

“If he touches
you, I’ll kill him.” She looked into my eyes before hers rolled back in her
head and she came. It was soon too much for me and though I didn’t pound away
at her like I always want to, I fucked her to another climax as my balls
unloaded in her womb. I bit into her neck just as the last of my sperm was
spilling into her. I smirked down at my handy work. Let the little fuck think
about that.

She sat
practically in my lap in the car on the way to the venue. Her manager was not
pleased to say the least and started in screaming until I told him to get
fucked. “Who are you? Hey aren’t you…” I didn’t bother to answer the fucker as
he stared from me to her and back.

She headed off
to do her thing and I walked away from him, I wasn’t ready to deal with him
right now. I stood around backstage until it was almost time for the show to
begin then went out and took my seat in the front row. I’d debated on whether
or not this was a good idea, watching her perform with him, but in the end
she’d pleaded with me to come. I guess it was best if I were here in the flesh
to see what the hell the performance was like than reading about it second hand
in some rag.

The buzz was
that they were dynamite on the stage, that they had great chemistry and all
that other bullshit. I settled in for a long night. I felt a huge sense of
pride when she came out the first time and the crowd went wild. This was a much
larger crowd than the one from the night we met and the whole place was on
their feet.

You would
never know that less than two hours ago I had her bent over. She didn’t look at
all nervous and in fact seemed to be glowing. It was halfway through, when I’d
finally felt the tension leave me and had relaxed and
start
to enjoy the show that he joined her on stage.

The song was
one of those dual tone numbers, slow in parts and fast in others. I felt my
fist fold the first time he had to get real close to her as they faced each
other across the microphones.

Then ensued a
sort of cat and mouse dance. He kept trying to put his arms around her waist or
on her hip. I wasn’t sure if that was part of the actual dance routine or just
him being an ass, but the first time she threw a panicked look my way I knew it
was a bit of both.

The crowd
seemed to read something else into it, as it appeared that she was playing hard
to get, evading his roving hands and prancing away as she continued singing,
only to be followed by him time and again.

Each time our
eyes met I kept my face neutral, I didn’t want to spoil her performance and
like I said if this was part of her job then so be it. But what I didn’t like
was the way he tried to manhandle her on the stage when it had nothing to do
with their routine.

Don’t ask me
how I knew those times so well. I was reading her body language sure, but each
time it happened she’d send me a look and it would tip me off. I wasn’t mad at
her though, not really, but him I’d like to stomp into the fucking mud.