Chapter 126: Krispin
The next morning, lying in bed, the world seemed brighter.
I checked in with Barry, my AA sponsor, and assured him I was in control. Bending his ear about Angela, he sounded happy but cautious. I understood.
Then, I called Wade, the young man I sponsored who was now working for me. We spoke for over an hour. The twenty-two year old man somehow survived life on the street after becoming a runaway addict at age fifteen. He received his ninety-day chip before I left for Houston. We made a good pair and he was no longer star struck by my larger than life persona. He had no problem giving me shit and I pushed his buttons right back. I ended the call after giving him the schedule for my return flight back to LA for a benefit concert.
The unwanted thought of leaving Angela after coming so far drove me to approach Lydia. I needed to know her feelings about taking Angela with me.
"I don't know, Krispin. She doesn't handle society well."
"This is a short gig, and both you and Damian tell me she's stronger than she seems. Let her prove it. We'll be together the entire time with Matt and Stephon protecting her, too."
Lydia looked at her husband and then back at me. "She takes medication. We keep her life here simple and she doesn't become stressed. Your concert will be total chaos."
"What the hell does she take medication for?"
Lydia hesitated. I knew she had cared for Angela for many years, but I needed answers. I needed to understand the woman I was falling for. "Lydia, please."
"Depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety; they have her down to two pills a day. But, she still doesn't handle life like you or I."
"I'll make sure she takes her pills. Jesus, she's not a child."
"No, but she came damn close to killing herself two years ago and I don't want to pick up those pieces again. Talk to her first and see how she deals with what you're asking. I know I'm protective but she's placed herself in my hands. As her Mistress, it's my responsibility."
All my anger deflated. I had been in Angela's life for a very short time. Even with my drug and alcohol addiction, I had no understanding of things like depression and anxiety. I knew nothing about OCD except what the acronym stood for. "I'll talk to her. We'll only be gone three days."
I let Angela sleep in and didn't wake her for our usual morning breakfast. Instead, I invited her to my suite to sit with me while I wrote music.
The sun was shining through the windows, so I turned the air conditioner on to counteract the heated intensity that came over me when I worked.
Having her near brought out my increasingly dominant side. "Undress and I'll give you a blanket."
She gave me a short striptease and then placed her arms around herself, shivering. I lay a pillow on the floor in the sunlight and handed her the blanket.
The sun stroked her exposed flesh causing me to groan and briefly close my eyes. "You're killing me, and I need to work."
Her Cheshire smile, combined with her silky voice, thrummed across my skin. "You invited me. I'm just doing as I'm told like a good little sub."
"Hmm, then I didn't paddle your ass hard enough last night because there's nothing good about you."
"Says the bad boy."
Bending down, I kissed her adorable little nose. "The bad boy wants you to be quiet and stop chirping, Little Bird."
After a short giggle, which went straight to my dick, she settled down.
I fell into work and actually forgot about the dreamy eyes resting on me as the music called. My guitar had a mind of its own and went through riff after riff; changing, tweaking, and adding scat vocals. I never stood still when I created and didn't realize when my shirt came off. Using a pencil, I scribbled note after note, filling up blank sheets with music, completely mindless of my surroundings.
The world tumbled back into the present as I stopped long enough to pour water into my glass. While I had been jumping and pacing around the room, my angel had been sleeping peacefully cuddled inside her blanket. I pulled the guitar strap over my head and thought about grabbing a quick shower to rinse the sweat from my body but my cock had other ideas. She was too damned hot laying there waiting for me to sink into her heat.
I went to my knees and pushed a stray piece of her hair from her face. Her eyes opened, and stunning green shimmers slowly focused. Soft, sensuous lips tipped into a sleepy smile.
"Push the blanket back." I whispered.
"It's still cold." Her throaty voice went straight to my cock.
"I'll keep you warm."
She pushed the material away from her body and my hand ran over her arm and then circled the outline of her breast before lightly squeezing her nipple.
"I like the way you smell." That dreamy rasp in her voice was my undoing.
"It's sweat. I should have showered first but my cock aches to be deep inside you."
"Hmm, I love sweat." Her arms lifted and sunlight kissed our bodies as I made love to this incredibly beautiful woman.
***
We missed lunch, but I ordered an early dinner. Sitting across the small ottoman on the floor, sharing each other's food, I broached the subject of the benefit concert.
Her eyes grew huge and her hand trembled before sitting her water glass down. "I'm not sure."
"I know it sounds scary but this isn't the normal crazy rock-n-roll venue. I'll be with you the entire time."
It hurt to have her look away, and I couldn't help but tip her head back in my direction. Seeing the fear in her eyes had me reaching under her arms and pulling her across the short space between us. The dishes and water glasses went flying as I leaned back and brought her on top of me. Salad dressing trailed across the t-shirt I gave her to wear while we ate. She looked down at her chest and then to the floor at the mess I made.
"You're weird."
"All the better to eat you with, my dear."
I rolled us over and pushed her legs apart, burying my face in my favorite corner of the planet. Then, I feasted.
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