Chapter 31 #2
“Being as emotional as I am has always felt, I dunno, wrong around them, ya know what I mean? You, Mum, and Dad, Morningstar? You don’t understand how much it means that you fucking show your feelings.
And let me show mine. You don’t say I’m crazy for wanting to shout how I feel about you from a bloody rooftop or get you inked on my skin.
There’s no wrong way to fucking feel in your house.
With them, with you. It’s so validating, love. ”
Another tear falls, and Jett jumps over the footboard with no warning and lands in my lap to lick the tear off my cheek. “Most people would say I’m absolutely mental for this.” He gently presses his fingers to the blade. “But they don’t know how long I’ve felt this way about you.”
He kisses another tear, and I sniff cutely. “Stop making me cry. Thank you, babe.”
He kisses me until all my sniffles are gone and whispers low in my ear, “I thought it was time for Daddy to make the demands.”
I nod vigorously and let my robe fall off my shoulders so I’m wearing absolutely nothing except my choker, Jett’s bracelet, and my little jewel.
“Oh, it is.” I signal for him to take off my choker and replace it with a chained collar, and he’s practically panting while he does.
He throws the robe across the room.
“So pretty for me.” He has two black hair ties on his wrist. He takes one off, and I pull my lip between my teeth as he gathers up half of my hair tightly on top of my head and then the other half, so I have two very high, femme fatale pigtails.
How my boyfriend looks at me while biting his fist probably indicates that this should be my new signature look.
He feels around the bed and finds his phone, opening the camera app, which is just further proof.
Jett wraps the collar’s chain around his tattooed hand and groans as he pulls me an inch closer, snapping several photos.
I do my best pouty lips and doe eyes, and then stick my tongue out for him.
A young, sex god rockstar shouldn’t have to save up spank bank images so he can stay virtuous on a world tour; that’s just silly, but I can’t seem to convince him otherwise.
I say, “Switch to video,” and he curses under his breath before immediately doing so.
I use my arms to squeeze my breasts together and give the poutiest, neediest, “Please, Daddy, I need to please you. I can’t wait for you to come here.
” I give a kissy pout. “And here.” I squeeze my cleavage together even tighter. “I need your cum everywhere, sir.”
And that’s all it takes before Jett becomes totally feral, throwing his phone and pushing me onto my back. “How about in your perfect little ass, Baby?”
Heat floods my core, and I whimper some sort of yes, please. “You deserve it, Daddy, you deserve to be the first and only one to come in there.”
I guess the information that this is my last virginity has failed to be mentioned by me, and Jett’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh, Princess, are you fucking joking?” I shake my head no, and Jett looks like he’s about to explode with lust. He taps the gem, “This is ah, uh, a virgin fucking hole for me, Baby? Really?”
“Just for you, sir, no one else has been man enough to even ask.”
“Can’t believe you’re serious right now, Princess. Fuckwits!” He rips off his boxer briefs and straddles me, pushing my knees towards my ears. He teases the jewel out of me, thanking God, Jesus, that whole crew.
“Even after hours of stretching, this is a very tight hole, darling. You sure you can handle Keane … here?” He grabs a little lube bottle from his bedside table and drenches his cock and fingers too, clearly, because I gasp as I feel two digits opening me up further.
“There is absolutely nothing about you, nothing of yours, that I can’t handle, sir,” I say, trying not to sound as breathless as I feel.
“Good fucking answer, Princess,” he says, and I hiss as the fingers that leave me are instantly replaced by the magic cross. “Hurts, Baby?”
“No,” I whisper. “More, please.”
Jett grins. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he adds and gives me one more heart-stopping inch after another until I’m huffing and puffing, making him pause. When he gives me the last inch and is buried to the hilt, he kisses me furiously while letting me adjust.
I break away breathless. “Sorry, I’m so little.”
“Say that again and I’ll come.” He grins, “You feel like heaven.”
I beg for some movement, and his slow rocking doesn’t pinch or burn. “Faster, please.”
The wicked smile turns diabolical, but his thrusts stay gentle.
“Mmm, does my little virgin like that?” I whine in agreement as he yanks on my chain, the pressure of the smooth metal at my throat making my clit throb.
His thumb taps my clit, and my eyes cross.
“One little O, Baby, then I’ll flip you over and give you what you want.
” He eyes my Baby Spice-esque pigtails. “What you really, really want.”
I’d laugh if I wasn’t losing all control as he works my clit at the same rhythm that he fucks me fuller than I’ve ever felt in my life. I beg for him to thrust faster and deeper, and holy hell, does he deliver.
“I-oh my God, Daddy!”
“Scream as loud as you’d like, Babygirl, I’ve already warned the front desk.
” And since I always do as I’m told, my back arches off the bed and I scream his name as the magic cross fucks me into some other dimension entirely.
I blink, and I’m gathered up in Jett’s tattooed arms, my cheek against the heated plastic where the blade with my name hides safely underneath. “You all right, Princess? You there?”
“Here, I’m—holy shit. Woah. Back from whatever dimension that was. Okay. I-I’m ready, flip me!”
“You sure, darling?” He gets a whole-hearted nod. “God, that was so sexy watching you come like that, tight little arse– I mean ass, squeezing my cock. Ace Archer ever fuck you into another dimension like that, Baby?”
“Fuck no!”
He laughs and slides out of me, grasping my hips and flipping me like a ragdoll so I'm on all fours and he's behind me. “And he never did this, did he?” Jett slides Keane into me much easier this time and gives my ass a firm slap that makes me moan.
“Hell no!”
He wraps each high ponytail around each of his hands and yanks, thrusting so deep inside me that I scream. “What about that?”
“Fuck!” I say, groaning in a way that’s guttural and feral and downright nasty. “Never. Don’t stop doing that, like ever, please!”
“What? The spankings or the pigtails?”
“H-hair.” Is all I can compute in between moans.
“Aw, Babygirl likes when I use these handlebars. Sweet, innocent Maddy Morningstar. You still feel innocent now, Baby?”
No, feeling my boyfriend’s balls slapping against my sticky, wet cunt as he slams into my ass is about the least innocent I’ve ever felt. At least since I heard my best friend coming on the cock of an Australian tattoo model in the same hot tub where I was also getting thoroughly railed.
But all I can say is, “Uh uh.” And Jett’s laugh is lusty and a little unhinged, which means he’s about to lose it.
“You hear this fuckin’ monstrosity you call a bed creakin’, princess?”
I scream, and it rattles the lighting sconces above. “Uh uh!”
“Then it’s…” Jett’s moans shake the headboard as he mumbles what I assume is so tight I’m gonna cum in several different languages. “Then the bed is fucking ours, Babygirl.”
I wish I could say the pain of Jett tugging so hard at my scalp was tiresome and I’m ready to say stop, but something about the amount of control Jett has over me feels so good, I lose it, and I’m shaking everywhere.
He switches both ponytails to one hand so he can pull on the chain with the other.
The pressure of the chained collar is tight and delicious around my throat.
“Mine. All mine.” And then the hand is off the chain, tracing my lower back. “Gonna tattoo you right here and come all over it next time.”
I’m too close to coming again to be concerned about a tramp stamp. I’ll say yes to anything right now. “Mmhmm, yeah, what would it be, sir?”
His thrusts are wild and unhinged, much like Jett himself. “Mrs. Raven.”
Oh fuck. Of course, I feel lightheaded now because WTF. He snakes his hand around to rub fast little circles on my clit, and the idea of Jett’s cum splashing across, Mrs. Raven etched permanently on the sexiest place one can get tattooed, drives both of us over the edge.
I’d like to pretend I didn’t hear, “My fuckin’ bride,” hot in my ear as he comes, but I do.
And then it’s, “Fuck Baby, I’m filling that virgin hole to the top,” along with his moans that are so satisfying and now I’m spasming and babbling because my brain cannot comprehend what my life was three weeks ago, crying into my Ben & Jerry’s.
“I-I was so broken and you’ve already put the pieces back together, I need you, I could never live without you now—oh fuck!”
Jett’s hand is splayed across my lower abdomen, keeping me from collapsing on the bed below as the pleasure overtakes me.
He stops shaking, and my eyes roll so far back, I must look possessed.
No one can see how creepy I must look right now, thank fuck.
“That’s it, Princess, let it all go, Babygirl.
You’re not gonna have to live without me, not ever. ”
He slowly lowers me down when I stop thrashing, and I suppose I am possessed, possessed by Jett. And of course I know that isn’t really a promise a rockstar can keep, but I let it comfort me now, anyway.
“I’m so proud of you, you came so good for me. You always do.” Jett’s hands are everywhere, and while my face is nice and relaxed against the pillow, my ass finds its way back up in the air. He smooths his hands over the area he just wrecked completely.
Soft kisses pepper my spanked skin, and I sharply inhale as I feel the gem being nestled back into its little hiding place.
“Oh my God, look at you, how are you and every fucking hole in your body custom-designed for me?”