Chapter 23
Hound Dog
Y es, the damn lesson was over.
There was still so much I needed to press about her talent, but her heart needed more and I stood there wondering if I could appease that heart.
If I wasn’t in control of my anger, I’d give her everything she asked in one violent thrust right there in that warehouse, where I’d hear the echoes of her screams of pleasure ripple through the abandoned building.
But I could do exactly that where I could keep her safe, for now.
But she had to challenge me to see what was behind all the smiles and the moments that she stared at me like there was more to tell.
I told her I needed to keep her safe.
But damn did it feel like shit when she compared herself in my life as a prisoner. I guess the little songbird felt like she was in a cage with clipped wings.
She ran through all my thoughts that day. Sure, maybe I thought I could keep her with me for a long while, before I could show her the way I wanted to show her.
She didn’t need to see the darkness that I hid, I tried not to let it seep into the house, keeping her in a safe home, a safe mindset.
I didn’t know what I was doing anymore, and I needed her to tell me what she wanted. This whole relationship was nothing but a test that I didn’t have the answers for.
I reflected back to Reverend’s wisdom that I shoved off so many times. “We all deserve the ounce of happiness, even when it hurts to get it.” The bullshit I ignored shed some light. We were both chasing a happiness that was from both sides.
Her damn words, “Either you let me go or you start giving me all of you.”
All of me was something that would scare her off. The darkness that bled from vengeance and power to the protectiveness of doing whatever it took to survive. The light that spread when she came into my life, reigniting the flame of music that was burnt out.
I waited for her, waiting for her van to come into the driveway. She wanted it all, she was going to learn it all.
As soon as she pulled in and shut off the old-time engine that sounded like it needed to be in the junkyard, I whipped the door open and before she protested, I hiked her over my shoulder like a man coming to claim her.
I felt the small fists on my back, her violent yelling shrieked into my ears. “Hound Dog, I swear, you don’t need to be an ass.”
I smacked her ass, and she yelped, fidgeting in my arms. I had a plan for this, I was taking back control over this, between us. It was the only way I knew to protect her and for her to remember who I was and what she was to me.
Her little furious temper tantrum continued when I threw her on the couch, caging her in before she could bolt or find something that would do some kind of damage to me. Her eyes narrowed on me, the fiery passion ignited in her. She tried to stand up, but my hand shot to grip her throat, not enough to cut off the air, but enough to get her attention.
“This isn’t how it’s going to work tonight,” I growled out.
Her throat swallowed, her eyes widened.
“I have your attention now?”
She nodded.
“Good girl, now. You said I could let you go or I could give you everything. Is that what you want? You want everything that encompasses me?”
She nodded again, her attentiveness stirring my dick awake even more. There was a slight fear in her eyes, something that craved to be set free.
“But you said you were going to tell me everything,” she started to protest.
I sat her back down, letting loose of her beautiful neck. I peered down into those lustful eyes, her head tilted to look up at me as I stood in front of her, then leaned over to brush against her ear. “This is what we’ll do, for every question you ask to know “everything” about me, you are going to stand in front of me, not sitting and take off a piece of clothing.”
A tiny whimper escaped her.
She wanted to play, she wanted everything about me. “And when your wet pussy drips down your leg, you’ll beg me to fuck you like a demon capturing an angel, only to corrupt her. Only to use her for his pleasure.”
She didn’t say anything. She listened to every word that came from me. “Good girls please their lover, their everything.”
“Hound,” she whispered as a plea.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she answered, only to hide that deep down between her wanting praise, she searched for a way to be craved by something that was only hungry for her.
My hand shot straight to fist her hair; gripping it fed into her desire. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Hound Dog,” Melody said beautifully.
I didn’t have to ask her to do what she did next. She glided past me standing across from the couch, as I sat sprawling my legs, leaning back to enjoy the next lessons.
To be prepared for what you started and to never hide yourself. Let alone hide from me.
The ache in my dick grew, wanting every inch of her and her submission. I was already a goner, I was just waiting for her to fall. Call me a sap, as long as she was mine to be a sap for.
“Whenever you’re ready.” I stared back into those baby hazel eyes.
She simply nodded before taking off the thick white sweater she was wearing, only to reveal a plain black tank up. A bit of a teasing disappointment.
She folded her arms across her chest. “Why haven’t I met any of the other club members other than the ones you say were at the Blue Sax?”
I blinked because damn I wasn’t expecting that to be her first question. But she was nothing but straight to the point now, a bit more comfortable than the woman in the alley. I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees.
“Because very few know of you. I had my reasons,” I started but her impatient ass interrupted, “What were those reasons?”
I shot a smirk at her, looking her up and down. I waited to answer until she fulfilled her end of the bargain. But tit for tat, she kicked off a shoe, and threw that attitude back in my direction. I liked the look of her riled up.
“I don’t know if you’ll like what you hear.”
“Don’t care what you think right now,” she hissed.
I narrowed my eyes at her brattiness. “In the beginning it was because I didn’t know if I could have you in my life, that maybe we’d go our separate ways. Then it was because I wanted you to myself. But now, I can’t have people see you, thinking that I have a weakness, that I’d choose you over the club.” The truth hurts more than we ever wanted. “And more than anything, some events happened and it happened to a woman that looked like you, and from then I knew that I needed to protect you.”
There was a slight twinge of anger in her eyes when I mentioned weakness and choosing her. Melody’s legs started to move rapidly, she took off her other shoe, bending down and chucking it at my head. I dodged in time for it to move the blinds behind me around.
I could have moved away from it or prevented it, but I couldn’t stop laughing at the whole thing. A goddess of a woman tossing her combat boot at me. “And you thought that it wasn’t important for me to know about this, the dangers that you were running into since we met. That maybe there was a danger almost too close to home? Hound, we’ve known each other for weeks, months at this point, you didn’t think I should know? Didn't you think to trust me to know and choose for myself what I needed to do?”
At that point, I needed to decide whether to remain silent while hiding everything that I could have told her, or fulfill her wish of giving her everything.
“I couldn’t risk losing you,” I said, hanging my head, “You were happier, healthier looking, and safe with me.”
“Which brings us back to this whole trust thing, Hound Dog.” Her voice grew in a powerful wave of strength. The way she said my name like it was a curse, like there was no enjoyment in it, was truly indescribable. She wasn’t backing down, nor was she running. “Without calling it a relationship, which we’ll get to that mister, you couldn’t trust me? Had I shown you an ounce of mistrust? For fuck’s sake, Sadie doesn’t fully know our situation, she just knows that I’m safe and gotten dick from you.”
She bent down, grabbing both socks for payment. I loved seeing the little fire brewing, knowing that it could be used for destruction.
But again, she was right. Somewhat, not completely. “I want to trust you, because you blindly trusted me. I have issues I know, but I don’t know how to do what you do. Blindly take on the word.”
She shook her head, “It’s about you opening your mind and allowing yourself to trust one person, someone that you feel close to.”
She made it sound so easy to let someone know everything.
When silence broke, she unhooked the button of her pants and shimmied them off, tossing them to the side. “Why did you quit music? You vanished from the world.” She took a step closer, at least it was a closer look at her thick thighs that beckoned me to bury my face in them. My mouth slightly salivated at the thought.
I shook my head, focusing on her. Mentally, I counted the amount of clothes that were left before I could see everything that was mine.
“Why I quit goes hand in hand with my trusting certain people, honey.” I sighed. Her pleading eyes begged me for more. “The people that were in charge of the music I produced and my career, had different plans than me. They took more than I knew, taking a lot more of what I was owed, and the more they pushed the more my own voice disappeared. When I found out the truth, I took matters into my own hands.”
Gave them the same burns they gave me. “Then you bumped into me,” she added.
I smiled, “I did, telling you that you might need to turn around.”
I could see the rosiness coloring her cheeks. She broke eye contact, glancing at the ground. But when Melody’s eyes turned back to me, I noticed the little glint in her eyes like she wanted to start her own trouble.
She walked closer to the couch, around the coffee table, reaching to the bottom of her shirt, stripping it off, tossing it to me. As I threw the shirt in a different direction, she carefully straddled my hips. Her heavy breasts begged for attention, and she hadn’t even asked her question.
I was halfway tempted to forget the rest of the lesson and feed the dark hunger brewing. Her fingers played with my wrinkled shirt, how I wished that she would just slip her hand under my shirt to allow me the pleasure of feeling her fingertips.
“Why me?” she whispered, watching her fingers dance with the fabric.
I tilted her chin for this answer. “Because I’m greedy and I want you. I saw an opportunity to coach you into a musician, then you surprised me. Your pure heart, your strength, your sweet melodies that you hum randomly, the way you care for others, I saw more than a damsel in distress. I saw someone that deserved to be shown the same kindness and more.” Her eyes softened, hopefully hearing the truth I needed her to hear, “You’re way more than I deserve and you deserve better than me, but I’m the selfish bastard that will do anything to keep you. I just may have some challenges right now.”
Those hazel-green eyes teared, fighting everything to make it stop. In a twist of events, she reached over and threw her arms around my neck, wrapping herself in a tight hug. I threw my arms around her, keeping her close.
Then in the tiniest voice, she admitted, “I’m fucking scared, Hound.”
My sweet little songbird.
“It’s okay to be scared, because I’m fucking terrified.”
I could feel her heart racing, pounding in her chest, so much that it felt like it was beating in mine. I didn’t deserve anything she wanted to give me.
Her body sank into mine with ease. I wanted to know where her mind was at, and if she had given up everything internally.
She pulled back, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. The way her breasts naturally fell was a vision to behold. Her eyes darted away, but her fingertips caressed her nipples, as goosebumps trailed her skin. “Am I still going to be your secret?”
That question burned my thoughts, the way she said “secret” like it was a curse. I couldn’t keep her here any longer. She wanted everything, I needed to take it as her choice to see the world that is in my command, my responsibility. I wanted her to be a part of my world.
“Not anymore. You have to understand that this means my world would be your world as well. I want to call you mine, I’m going to, but I also want to see my name on your back. I’m going to try like hell to be the person you need, you deserve.”
She interrupted, “And I’m going to try to be the woman you need.”
I couldn’t hold back, I slammed my lips on hers, shutting any other thought that would come from that pretty little head of hers. Yes, we both had work to do on ourselves, but not to the point where it was forced. She was perfect for me. I didn’t want to change anything about her.
She gave into the kiss, sinking further into me. I gripped the back of her head, keeping her close. Her breasts pushed into me, her hardened nipples poking on my chest. Melody pulled back slightly, catching her breath.
I watched as her expression seemed lost, dazed. “If your world is my world, does that mean your darkness is mine too?”
A deep growl rumbled in my chest, the slight possessiveness succumbed to existence. I reached between us, finding the thin fabric sheathing her weeping cunt. In one swoop, I tore apart the flimsy fabric, leaving her completely bare.
“There’s no going back now.”
Truly, we weren’t going to look back.