Chapter 127: Angela
I could feel Mistress's apprehension but she released my hand and placed it in Krispin's. "I know you can do this, Little Bird. Damian, Abigail, and I will be waiting when you return."
"Thank you, Mistress." She leaned into me and took my lips in a deep kiss.
"God, Lydia, that's damn hot." Damian looked from me to his wife and we all laughed.
"I don't want her to forget who owns her." Lydia looked hard into Krispin's eyes and didn't give an inch.
Krispin wouldn't back down. "You've staked your claim but I agree with Damian. Will you kiss her again when we get back? It's damn hot."
"Get out of here before I drag you to the dungeon and tie you both up."
"Promises, promises." He laughed.
The wicked redheaded Domme slapped his ass when he grabbed my hand and walked me out.
Carl drove us to the airport and Krispin took us quickly through the VIP security and then into a private lounge to wait for our plane. Damian offered his private jet but for some reason Krispin wanted to fly on a commercial airline. He wore dark sunglasses and his favorite baseball cap, but I noticed quite a few eyes following his every move.
His strong, warm hand took mine again after we sat down in first class. He pulled my fingers to his mouth, kissing each knuckle and causing shivers across my skin.
He gave me an odd look. "Too many musicians die on private planes and it's bad karma. I take commercial flights or use my private bus on tours. And before you say it, I know I'm weird."
"Perfectly weird." I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Your paranoia's safe with me."
"How do you feel?" I knew what he meant and I couldn't help my sigh. I promised Mistress I would be honest with him but it wasn't easy, even after he shared his phobia.
"I need a Zanax for the flight. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry." He pushed the button and had the steward bring a bottle of water. He stood, removing a pill from the side pocket of the carry-on bag stored above us.
I dutifully swallowed and couldn't help my sigh of relief. He held my hand until I fell asleep.
Light kisses woke me up as the pilot announced our arrival at LAX. My groggy mind took a minute to comprehend where I was, but, more than anything, I needed to pee.
"Come on, sleepyhead. My driver will be waiting."
His favorite guitar was in a front compartment of the plane because he liked keeping it close. He gave me that illuminating tidbit with a lopsided grin when we boarded. His other guitars traveled with the remainder of our baggage.
The driver waiting outside the terminal was young but gave a cocky, knowing grin when meeting me. I knew this was Wade, the man Krispin sponsored. He was tall and boyishly lean with sandy-colored, too-long hair that he continually moved out of his eyes with a flick of his head or swipe of his hand. He reminded me of the perfect surfer dude and I was sure the girls fell at his feet. I couldn't help but notice that his eyes were too old for his youthful face.
Krispin kept a tight hold on my arm while we waited for the luggage. The busy hustle and bustle of LAX was stretching my nerves past their limits. A crowd began converging, begging Krispin for autographs and asking questions about the next Blood Rights album. He circled his arms around me and signed scraps of paper while leaning protectively over me. I concentrated on my breathing and the musky smell of his body.
Wade left to retrieve the car as soon as the bags rested on a cart, and finally Krispin pulled away from the circling crowd and we made it outside into the hot Las Angeles sunshine. A gentle kiss on my ear turned the forced smile on my face into a real grin. I could do this.
Moving to Houston to work at Club El Diablo saved my life. Up until that point, I barely held it together and only my weekly trips to the skanky BDSM club where Lydia worked gave me any semblance of control at all. Even before Damian, she loved me. I was now traveling far beyond my comfort zone, determined to be strong.
Krispin propelled me into the car while Wade loaded the trunk. I leaned back into his arms but squirmed as the car finally pulled away from the curb.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes... no. I need to pee." I whispered.
"And you knew this when?"
"When you woke me on the plane."
"Wade, pull up to the next terminal." He said stiffly.
"No really, I'll be fine."
"This is LA and we could be stuck in traffic for hours. You should have said something." His irritation was apparent.
The car pulled over to the busy curb.
"Wade, please take Angela to the ladies room so we're not mobbed again."
Wade opened the door and I followed him inside, through the crowds, and to the closest restroom. I could feel the flush on my cheeks but the people scrambling around terrified me and I stayed as close to Wade's side as I could without holding onto him. I closed the stall door and took deep long breaths trying to get myself under control. The last thing I wanted was to start crying. The relief in my bladder didn't make up for the sweat coating my body or my trembling hands. Wade waited where I left him.
"I'm s-s-sorry. I don't mean to be a problem."
His easy smile helped me gain control of my racing heart. "It's okay, it took me a month before I would ask for a break so I could use the bathroom. Bodily functions seem to be stifled when you're around a rock star legend."
I followed close to his side while we walked back to the car. "Is he really a legend?"
"Yes. He told me you had no idea who he was when you met." His tone sounded completely incredulous.
"I think his fans at the baggage carousel clued me in."
"That's nothing, wait until you see him perform. All the women go nuts."
When we reached the car, I practically jumped inside. My body shook uncontrollably and I gave a small sigh of relief when Krispin pulled me close.
"Are you okay now?" There was no longer angst in his voice, only concern.
"I'm fine."
He took my chin, tilting my face up, and then kissed me hard on the lips.
He finally pulled back, leaving me gasping for air. "I don't believe you."
"I...it's the crowds. I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I told Lydia I would take care of you. But Angela, I need you to be honest with me. I'm sorry I sent you back inside without me but you should have told me you needed to pee on the plane and we would have stopped before we ever left the terminal."
"I was just told it's hard to discuss bodily functions in front of a rock star legend."
He snorted. "This legend will redden your ass so you can't sit for a week if you do it again. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Try, yes, Krispin."
"Yes, Krispin."
The traffic wasn't too bad for LA in the afternoon but it took over an hour to get to Krispin's home. The ten-foot high wrought-iron gate slid back after Wade entered the code. Swooping trees lined the long curved driveway. The gorgeous two-story home had large oak double doors and a wrap-around balcony on the second floor.
"There's a pool in the backyard. Matt and Stephon live next door. They seem to prefer my pool and swim naked even when I threaten to call the police. They'll try to talk you into skinny dipping but don't fall for their tricks." His stern eyes looked into mine but I could see the small tilt of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "You're only allowed to skinny dip with me."
I managed to smile past my nervousness. "Your home is beautiful."
"Liberace owned it for a short time. It has a sound room with phenomenal acoustics. I can't wait to lay down a few tracks I've been working on. I also added a playroom in the basement. After traveling, you need to rest but I'm hoping you'll join me there tomorrow."
"I would rather not rest."
"Then it's too bad I'm in charge because you're going to relax this evening. We can watch a movie or even take a nice swim, but we're not playing until tomorrow. That's your punishment for not telling me you needed to pee."
"I don't like that punishment."
"That's the whole idea behind the word 'punishment.' You aren't supposed to like it."
"What about vanilla sex?" I pushed but he kissed my hand and winked.
"No, and you aren't touching yourself either. If I'm feeling especially cruel, I'll be sure you suck my dick and get me off."
"That's no punishment at all."
"Maybe I'll throw in Matt and Stephon's dicks then."
For a moment, his words terrified me. We never discussed sharing me with his friends and I was no longer in my world with protection around every corner.
"Sorry, that was a joke in very poor taste. I don't share."
My relief was palpable. I needed to lighten up.
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