Chapter 123: Angela
The next two days flew by with six a.m. breakfast becoming our tradition. He wanted to know about a few of my past boyfriends and his encouragement to talk about them helped. I asked about his girlfriends. Two, he remained friends with but most were band-bunny groupies. Sex went hand-in-hand with his job. I understood but my heart ached at the thought of him leaving to tour.
Like Mistress, he observed me closely, noticing each nuance even when I tried to hide it.
"I've had sex once since staying at the hotel and that was the first night here. I think I can play a concert or two and resist the women throwing themselves at me."
"You haven't had relief since the first night here?"
His face took on a red hue. "My cock has become very well acquainted with my right hand."
"But you're a musician." I fluttered my eyelashes. "I thought you were ambidextrous."
He pinched me under the table. "Naughty sub."
"Where are you taking me on our date?"
"Shush, I'm keeping it a secret."
"Please?"
"Do I need to put on a pair of spiked heels and wave a whip to get a little respect?"
"That might work."
"Come on, I'm taking you back to your Mistress. Maybe she'll put you in the proper frame of mind before tonight."
The day dragged on but finally Mistress helped me prepare. She knew where I was going because she didn't hesitate when picking out my clothes. The deep red dress was casual but classy. It fit like a second skin and then flared slightly below my hips. It was short but not too short.
"Leave off the panties."
"Yes, Mistress." I was already at the height of sexual frustration and this would only make it worse.
"I promise you'll appreciate my suggestion."
He knocked on the door at precisely seven. Carl, our on-loan driver for the night, let him in.
I walked forward followed by Mistress. He whistled and I blushed.
"Remember my rules for tonight." Mistress's focus was on Krispin and carried a touch of warning.
My eyes went from his to hers.
His grin quirked. "I'll remember your rules, but I have a feeling they'll kill me."
That didn't sound good, but it was too late to turn back now. What kind of rules had Mistress given him?
I followed my disgruntled date, dying to ask what the rules were. He didn't touch me in the elevator but leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"I'll fill you in later. Relax. I have a wonderful evening planned."
We ate at a nice restaurant that wasn't too fancy. The food was good and helped me unwind. My only disappointment came when he sat across the table and not by my side.
I waited until our food arrived to give a little payback for the seating arrangement. Leaning forward, I whispered, "I'm not wearing panties."
I thought he would choke on his food. He took a drink of water and cast smoldering eyes my way.
"I think this would be a good time to tell you the rules your mistress put on the evening."
"Uh oh."
"Exactly. Was it her idea to leave off the panties?"
"Yes."
"That evil redhead is trying to kill me."
"What are her rules?"
"No touching below the neck. To make it worse, no part of our bodies below the neck can touch any part of our bodies above the neck."
My devastation must have shown.
"Don't worry, I have a plan."
"Why would she do this?" I groaned.
"She wants us to move slowly."
"You haven't kissed me yet. How much slower can we move?"
"Behave or you might not get kissed tonight."
My pout lasted through dessert. He wouldn't even hold my hand. This sucked.
We left the restaurant and I asked again where he was taking me. Carl drove the Bentley, which was odd because I expected the limo.
"It's a surprise."
I felt complete confusion when we drove through a residential neighborhood and then entered a high school parking lot. The small school marquee enlightened me.
Battle of the Bands
Tickets $5
I didn't even try to keep the smile off my face. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time."
Carl handed Krispin a baseball cap from the front seat and he pulled it down low on his forehead. We walked into the gym and Krispin took me to a table where a young man sat. The loud thrumming coming from the gym made hearing almost impossible.
"I have two tickets on reserve for Mr. and Mrs. Wayne."
The kid did a double take. "Oh God, you're Krispin Righteous!"
"Yes, but if you keep that small bit of information to yourself, I'll make sure you get ten tickets for you and your friends to my next concert in Houston."
"Holy shit! Sure, man. You're secret's safe with me. My band is playing third from the last. We're Single Body. Oh man, this is cool shit."
"Write your name down for me. I appreciate your help in showing my lady here a good time."
The eager young man's hands shook but he managed to hand over a small slip of paper watching reverently while Krispin placed it in his back pocket. "The deals only good if I get out without anyone knowing it's me."
"It's darker than shit inside. Sit at the back to the right side and you can leave through the side door when it's over. Thanks, man!"
"Thank you."
We followed the kid's directions and found seats away from most of the crowd that congregated toward the front. It was loud, sometimes obnoxious; some of the bands were amazingly good and some made us cringe. But the evening was absolutely perfect, and every minute precious.
We left as soon as Single Body finished playing. Carl waited out front. Even in the quiet of the car, my ears were still ringing. My grin was permanently adhered to my face until I remembered I couldn't rest my head on Krispin's shoulder or kiss his cheek for giving me such a wonderful evening. I leaned over and kissed his jaw.
His eyes smoldered, "Behave."
"Yes Sir but it's quite hard."
"You have no idea what 'hard' is."
The Bentley traveled for about thirty minutes and then slowly drove up and around a small hill, stopping beside a car at the top with only its parking lights on. With a quick smile over his shoulder, Carl got out of the car, and climbed into the waiting vehicle. As it drove slowly past, I saw Damian behind the wheel, blowing me a kiss. Butterflies fluttered inside my stomach.
Closing my eyes, I recited out loud, "I can't break my Mistress's rules."
"Don't worry, I won't let you. Now, though, I need you to jump into the front passenger seat."
I wasn't sure I heard right.
"Go on."
I climbed out of the back and switched to the front.
"Lock the door, lean the seat back a little, and look forward."
He grabbed the sides of the soft leather seat next to my neck and leaned in. His breath warmed my cheek and then my ear. "Place your hand under your dress and rub yourself."
His husky voice dripped sex and I did exactly what he said, feeling the wetness trickle across my fingers.
His lips touched the side of her face. "Are you wet?"
"Yes."
"Good. Pull your dress up past your hips. You're going to completely ruin the seat. Lydia can afford to have it cleaned."
This wasn't a moment to laugh but I couldn't help myself.
Tiny kisses continued along my chin. "Now, use one finger to rub your clit." More kisses accompanied the words. "Slide your middle finger inside your heat... all the way in."
"Oh, god."
"No. Oh, Sir." His voice vibrated along my skin causing my pussy to tightly clench my finger.
"Yes, Sir." Surprisingly my voice was steady.
"How do you get yourself off?"
"This, just like this."
"Good. I can smell your arousal. But I want a taste. Bring your finger up and rub it across your lips."
I was going to ignite. What a clever, bad boy he was to find a way around Mistress' rules!
My hand trembled and I almost regretted removing my finger but I wanted to please him more than myself. I slowly coated my lips with my own juice and resisted the urge to lick. I wanted to save it all for him.
"Put your finger in your mouth and suck."
It made a plopping noise when I pulled my finger out. Krispin groaned.
"Are you ready for your first kiss?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, because I can't wait to taste you. Turn your head."
I did and finally his mouth took mine. Incredible didn't begin to describe what his lips did to mine. I tasted him, I tasted me, but best of all I tasted us.
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