Page 58 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 30

Ilook up from the mirror when the door to my dressing room swings open, not surprised when I see Jake walk in. He told me he was going to be at my show and even called me a few minutes ago when his flight touched down. But I’m excited because he said he has a surprise for me. Of course, the first thing my mind went to was that he was coming to fuck me in my dressing room. It has been almost a week since we were together last, courtesy of my latest world tour, and I’m missing him like crazy. Yeah, all the phone sex and video chat in the world can’t hold a candle to the real thing. So yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing him again. Only I wouldn’t call having sex in my dressing room a surprise considering how many times we’ve done that. Now that he’s standing in front of me, I realize I don’t care what the surprise is. I’m just happy to see him again, and I show this by running forward and jumping on him, hands and legs wrapping around his body. He catches me easily and chuckles as I latcd onto his face and kiss him.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you missed me.”

I grin at him but don’t let go. I’m not worried about my weight. He has proven over and over again that he doesn’t have any problem holding me up for long period of times.

“How was your flight?”

“Fine. I should probably feel guilty about flying private, but I enjoyed the comfort way too much. Needed my sleep after the gallery showing yesterday.”

I chuckle. “Have you seen the—?”

“Online reviews?” he chuckles, guessing perfectly what I was about to say. “Yes, I’ve seen them. Happy they’re mostly positive.”

“I stayed awake all night waiting for them.” I purse my brow. “And that bitch Sara Burnett can go and choke on a sack of lemons. She was just bitter and blind, talking about your showing being confusing and amateurish. What the hell was she high on?”

Jake chuckles. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting everyone to like it. Art is subjective, after all.”

“I know. I still say she’s a bitter old . . .” I stop and look at him to find him laughing silently. “Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just nice to see how defensive you are of me. You realize I don’t need you to fight my battles for me? At least not this one. I’m fine, baby.”

I grin at him. “I know. I guess I shouldn’t get worked up.” I spy our reflection in the mirror, and my grin gets wider. “I don’t think anyone waiting for me outside would believe it if they saw me cuddled up to a man like this.”

“Why not?” He looks at the mirror. “I think we look great together.”

“Of course we do. But to them, I’m supposed to eat men for lunch and grind their bones under the heels of my boot or something.”

He chuckles. “Well, out there you can be the badass rock chick they want. But in here, you’re my baby girl.”

I nuzzle his cheeks with mine. I don’t mind at all being his baby girl. In fact, I prefer it that way.

“You said you have a surprise for me?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He sets me down and reaches into his pocket.

I go still as I stare at what looks like a jewelry box in his hand. The first thing that comes to mind is that he’s about to pop the question. It’s nothing I haven’t considered or that we haven’t ever talked about, and I know that if he did pop the question right then, I would say yes without hesitation. I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and even though I don’t give much credence to the formality of a traditional marriage, if he wants that, I’ll give it to him. Then I stare at the box and realize it’s bigger than the traditional ring box. Either that, or the rock on that ring must weight a ton. I look up at him.

“For me?”

He nods. He opens the box, and my breath catches when I see what’s inside. It’s a black leather choker with a green textured guitar pick hanging from the end of it.

“I want you to wear this out there, for me.”

I stare at it and then I see how on the pick the decorative etching spells the word “KITTY”, and I know what he is trying to do. It’s the perfect jewelry for a rock star, and while no one else will think anything of it, he will know exactly what it means. And every time he sees me wear it, he’ll know I’m telling the whole world that I belong to him. No matter that they don’t understand. It’s our secret. It’s the perfect gift for someone like me who still isn’t ready to share the truth about our relationship to the world. Despite all the speculations and whispers around us. I silently turn around and lower my head so he can place the choker around my neck. I push my hair out of the way so he can close the clasp, and when I feel it tightened around my neck, I know it’s the best gift I have ever gotten. I turn around and face him.

“It looks perfect on you,” he says in a voice that has gone thick with desire.

I turn around to check it out in the mirror, and I have to admit, it does look perfect on me. I feel him come to stand behind me, and as he wraps his hands around my neck, I feel his erection as he pushes into me.

“Do you think it’s weird that the thought of you wearing that on stage today makes me hard?”

“If it is, then we are one weird couple, because the idea of it is making me wet.”

“How long before you take the stage?” he asks as he walks back and turns the key on the door.

“I don’t care. They’ll wait.”

He stands there at the door, staring at me. “Of course they will. They love you.”

“Not as much as I love you though,” I reply. I don’t need him to tell me what he wants. We’ve done this so many times I can fairly read his mind now, and I see those eyes go dark with approval when I go to my knees and crawl to him.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that, right?” I get to him and slowly come up until my face is level with his crotch. “How the hell did I get the baddest rock star in the world to drop to her knees for me?”

“That’s simple,” I say as I lift my hand to his belt buckle. “First you showed her how much pleasure there was in submitting by giving her orgasm after orgasm. Then you made her fall in love with you. And then showed her the power there is in being submissive.”

He opens his mouth to talk. I don’t let him. My hands find his erection, and I wrap my lips around it. Hearing that sharp intake of breath. Feeling his hand slip into my hair to grip it. Hearing him groan. Yeah, that is power all right, and I luxuriate in it. Around my neck, I feel the delicious weight of my new gift.

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