Shiraz (11 page)

While on his knees he guided his
throbbing member into my eager jaw. I opened as wide as I could
while he thrusted in his head, poking into my cheek from the inside
before finding the back of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around
the girth of his cock, astonished at how filled I was on all ends.
My master was in control of nearly every inch of my body. I wanted
to be chained to his side, at his command like this whenever he
wanted me. I sucked at his shaft, slurping back in the saliva I
sprayed all over his base.  

"You are doing very well, little girl.
Keep this up and you may get a present at the end of the
night."

I shot him a look while his cock
remained submerged in my mouth. I wanted him to shoot all over me,
flooding my mouth with his hot sperm. It was not going to be that
easy. He removed his cock from my mouth, and I watched it rock back
and forth in midair, longing for another one of my holes to fill.
He got up once more, sealing my mouth with the gag again. He
approached the dresser and grabbed yet another prop, a small
vibrator designed specifically for my clit.

While he jerked himself off, he
activated the vibrator and pressed it against my clit. I absolutely
screamed in delight, muffled completely by the gag in my mouth.
This was sheer agonizing bliss, stuffed every which way and having
my clit manipulated until I could not take it anymore.
 

"What's that I see in your face? Does
the naughty girl want to cum?"

I bellowed out a response that was
meant to be a "Yes, Master!"

I didn't care if I would be punished
for speaking out of turn. I was going to die if I didn't get
off.

"Do you have something you want to
say?" I could tell how much this all excited him, as his cock
continued to twitch without any extra stimulation of its own. He
crawled over my tits and undid the gag once more, freeing my mouth.
 

"Please Master . . ."

"What? What does my girl
want?"

"Pleeease . . . I wish to finish . . .
if you would let me . . ."

He considered my request while he
tugged at his cock. "And why should I do that? Why should I let a
bad girl like you get off? Do you enjoy putting on a show like this
for me?"

Why was he doing this to
me?

"I do . . ." I managed to moan. "I
like you watching me. I want to show off for my Master."

"Well, if the girl wants to display
herself like a sex kitten, so be it."

He took his hand away from his cock
and pressed the clit stimulator against me once more. This drove me
past the brink, and I experienced the pinnacle of climaxing. If
orgasming was a religion, I achieved enlightenment at this moment.
I was not entirely convinced I was still existing on the same
plane, yet I had transcended fucking him and moved onto a higher
ground.

When I came back to earth, he was
still leering at me. "Did the kitten enjoy herself? Did you like
performing in front of your Master?"

"Yes," was all I managed to say in
attempt to catch my breath. "Your naughty girl is a happy
girl."

With a mischievous smile, "Would it
make the girl happier to be fucked by her Master?"

In shout, "Oh yes! I want my Master to
fuck his girl. I want my Master's cock inside of my
pussy."

My words ignited a fury in Ryan. Ryan
Michaels. He pulled the dildo out of me with little effort and
replaced it with his inflated cock. A single tear fell from my
right eye, a combination of pleasure, pain, and joy all coming out
of me at once. He fucked me from his knees, rocking his hips back
and forth while my legs remained in place thanks to the ropes
binding me. My tits bounced up and down with each thrust, giving
him an extra show while he owned me.  

I had worked Ryan into a fever pitch.
He seemed to be out of words to describe my whorish nature, and was
content to stare at me while he rammed against my g-spot with his
cock. For the second time today, I felt him erupt inside me,
unleashing a typhoon into my pussy that gushed all over the sheets.
His roars of orgasm made me explode into yet another of my own,
unable to withstand the heightened arousal the head of his cock
gave to my insides. My eyes rolled to the back of my head
completely exhausted and knowing I would crave this all over again,
in just a few moments.

As rough as he had been when we began
this charade, he gently slid his hands behind me and removed my
restraints on both the gag and knots on my wrists. I lunged in his
direction with my hands, reaching for him as he stood up. He bent
down to the legs of the bed and untied the ropes, finally freeing
my legs.

He sat down once more on the bed,
clutching my face with his left palm.

"Shiraz," he said just before kissing
my mouth.

I lost it. Bursting into an abrupt
sob, I shook violently as I hid my face with my hands. He held me
in his arms as I wept, emotionally overwhelmed and utterly ecstatic
that I had experienced such a connection with another human being
other than Brandon, my supposed soon to be fiancée. He ran his
fingers through my matted hair, which needed special attention,
along with the millions of other things on my imperfect body that
inflicted on my mind as I wiped away the tears from my cheeks. I
immediately calmed down at the realization that he was not going
anywhere. In reassurance, he kissed the top of my head with a hard
press.  

"I feel like I've known you all of my
life," I said. Adding, "I've bared more of me to you than I have to
anyone else in my life. How does that happen?"

"We instantaneously made a
connection," he replied. "When someone like me craves someone like
you, we don't even need to speak to display it. I knew exactly what
you wanted the moment you tripped over your own feet asking me
where the toilet was at last night's show. I saw right through you,
and I'm happy I could do this for you."

I pulled my face off his chest,
horrified at the thought that he is leaving the country soon. I
sniffled my nostril tears away and asked, "I don't suppose you'll
be touring here again soon?"

He smiled a foolish smile similar to
the one I had been putting on all day. "I’m not sure, I’ve been
thinking about quitting the band. I have some solo projects lined
up, and I don’t doubt that Alexa will be able to find someone to
replace me. Besides, working on solo projects will allow more time
for you,” he winked.

"Relax, rock star. Don’t go upending
your life for me. I just got a bit emotional when you held me
towards the end. This kind of thing is nearly impossible to achieve
in a lifetime, let alone having the opportunity to even meet
someone like you. I hope you understand that."

I could see from the way
his eyes fixated on my face that he understood more about me than
perhaps I did of myself. How else would he have been able to take
full command of me tonight and leave me in a puddle the way he did?
It was obvious he
knew
me.  

"Have you ever experienced anything
like tonight? The domination, the submitting, the orders, or was
that a first?"

I wondered if he would believe my
explanation. "I had been waiting for what felt like my entire life
for somebody to find a way to bring that side of me to the surface,
and you my friend, were the first. I wanted a bond with someone, a
link that transcended submission and understood the way I was
giving myself over to them. By submitting to you, I exposed
everything I had. I had a lingering sensation that you could smell
that on me, that I wanted you to use me to keep you
alive."

"You’re special, Min. I meet many
women who don’t listen to my music, but want to come back stage
with me, and I meet others who do listen but just want a real
conversation. You’ve fallen into the category of both, and I
commend you for that. If possible, I would marry you right
now.”

I embraced his body, still warm to the
touch. My thoughts shifted to Brandon, the one who will soon
actually make motion to marry me.

"What do you mean, if
possible?"

"If the universe evenly distributed
everything appropriately I’d be able to balance out you and the
other life I live, but that’s not the way the stars
align."

I sat up facing him, “What do you mean
the other life you live? Your band life?”

“
Melinda, I have an
outside life just like you do, let’s not pretend.”

Shocked and completely baffled I said
not a word. What was he trying to tell me?

“
Say something,” he
pleaded.

In attempt to act unaffected by what
he was trying to tell me, “So what’s your story?”

   
   
An hour had passed with
not a single word spoken from my end.

Ryan,
thee
Ryan Michaels went on an
extensive journey to describe his life, his wife, and their unhappy
home. He expressed that his actions were not just infidelity, but
yet a mere representation for the desperation of real love. I did
not object as I was in this very room looking for the same fantasy.
I came to realize I had the same life as his, minus the hobby. He
sought a way out, a way out that only I could give to him. Even if
it was in another lifetime, we were meant to be.

I knew we didn't have much time left.
I wanted the experience of sleeping with him one last time. I
kissed his cheek and helped him removed all of the deviant
accessories from the bed and dresser, acting as his personal
cleaner while I still could. I loved looking at him while he
scouted me bending over, always keeping an eye on my position no
matter where I was.  

Still silent, we finished making the
suite presentable again. I felt like I hadn't slept in weeks, so I
scooted back into bed. He pulled down the covers of the bed and
welcomed me next to him, positioning the pillows exactly as I had
placed them myself just the previous night. If I thought anymore
about him leaving the city, the country actually, I may very well
have burst into tears again. I let that idea pass for now.
 

He got up and turned the lights out,
securing the curtains so we had the darkest room
possible.

“
Tomorrow will be our last
day . . . our Day 3, don’t forget.”

I nodded.

He slipped into the bed
with me and clasped my back to his chest as we quickly drifted off
to another world, a place where I escorted him to every tour date,
and waited for him backstage. One day I would wear a maid's outfit
with no underwear and serve him drinks as soon as he was done
playing, while he would thank me for being a good servant with
promise to keep me satisfied when we got home. My fantasy created
the sweetest dreams for me as I fell asleep in my Master's
arms.

Day 3

Awakened by a knock at the door, and a
voice on the other side, I sprung out of bed to what sounded
urgent. Jolting out of the room and down the hall, I heard the hand
knock again. The voice I heard made its way clear, stating,
“Housekeeping!”

I opened the door leaving nothing but
my head visible to the older spanish woman dressed in scrubs just
like mine, yet hers wore white.

Looking annoyed, she said again trying
to make her way in, ”Housekeeping.”

Raising one finger eye level to hers,
“One moment!”

“
Checkout was at
eleven!”

I shut the door. Whatever
crawled up her ass had to be raked out because I’m sure we did not
wake up
that
late. I found my phone again, which I unlocked to a buzz of
two unread messages . . .

Brandon: “How’s work?” Then another,
“I stopped by the hospital with breakfast but you were nowhere to
be found, care to explain?”

Shit.
What did I get myself into? I needed another dose of Brandon
to get my mind off of him and get that housekeeping lady off my
back. I crept out of the bathroom, “Ryan, this housekee--,” he was
gone. The room was empty all but for me, with not a single bag, and
with not a single toy left behind. On his side of the bed weighed
down with a larger sized bottle of
Shiraz.
A note to follow . .
.

Never in my life have I
experienced a connection like I had with you

I practically tasted you
before we even exchanged names

You are a one of a
kind

Until the next tour, enjoy
your
Shiraz.

-R.M.

Chapter 7

Ryan

Six months had passed since I met
Melinda. I have had my fair share of romantic evenings, one
nighters, and casual flings, but nothing like what I had with her.
Never in my life have I experienced a connection like I had with a
woman I practically tasted before the exchange of names. I can
remember the morning after I played as her master, finally too
spent to have any more sex. This time I had risen first, gently
sliding out of my side of the bed so I did not disturb what little
sleep she managed to grab. My eyes still adjusted to the darkness
of the room, stealing her phone away and taking it into the
bathroom. I unlocked her phone on, scanned for her contact list,
and deleted my contact information from her phone.