Chapter 38
Maddy
When I finally dial down my nervous system enough to focus on the words I’ve been staring at, I hear a trailer door slam and someone say my name.
I run to open my door, and Jesus fucking Christ, it’s a sight to behold.
A co-star standing on the front step of their trailer, pointing to mine, directing the most out-of-place individual you could possibly imagine, strutting down the row of trailers like a bat out of hell.
Jett drags his fingers through his slicked hair, black Wayfarers on, wearing low slung black suit pants and barely buttoned black shirt, Chelsea boots, and one seriously pissed off expression.
He catches me gawking at him, his jaw ticks, and I have no choice but to move out of his way as he wordlessly barges into my trailer and slams the door. He rips off his glasses and tosses them on a leather chair.
“Jett,” I gasp.
“No. Not even close.”
“Sir, what the fuck are you doing here? Who even let you on set and why?” My sassy little eyebrow raise disappears from my face as he stalks towards me, crowding my space, until my ass is pressed against the back of the small couch. His hands lock onto the top of it, keeping me gated in place.
“Not only did they let me in, but the director offered me a fucking part. Now, it’s my turn to ask questions, Baby.
How the fuck do you think it feels to wake up after one of the most incredible nights of my life, alone?
No girl. No phone. No f’ing clue. I wander to every room of every fucking person we know like a pathetic wank.
Until the last fucking person I want to talk to, saved her for last, happens to be the one who’s got my phone, and yours, and a fucking welt on her neck.
Did you really throat punch my former drummer? ”
Former? Oh, thank fuck!
“She pulled my hair, so the throat punch was in self-defense. I don’t see the cops here. She’s not trying to press charges?”
He shakes his head. “She knows she started this.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you, I knew you’d need energy for tonight! But it was fucking terrifying waking up to those texts, and I started seeing red. She wanted you to cum in her, Jett! I mean, sir. That’s my cum and I’m not sharing.”
He fights a smirk, but the scowl quickly returns. The thick eleven that forms between his brows shouldn’t be such a turn on. “And you know I would never have agreed to that, even if I was in my room alone, don’t you?”
“I do. I just, I couldn’t believe she would disrespect me like that, and I was fucking furious, okay!
I was out of control. I’m not always in control like you are.
She said you only wanted to get married and have babies with me so you have a permanent spot as a famous rock god, and that’s all you care about.
That you’re just using me, and I just, I—”
“And you know that’s the cuntiest fucking lie, don’t you?”
A tear slips from my eye. “Yes.”
“Is there a part of you that believes her, Baby?”
“No! It just hurt, she said, everyone knows that but me and that it’s so obvious!”
“She said that to me when I confronted her, too.” His hands clench into fists, squeezing the leather so tight it may rip.
“Made firing her feel extra good. Absolute manipulative bullshit.” He snakes his hand behind me so it’s firmly planted on my tattoo.
“You really think I would’ve marked you, claimed you like this, if I was just using you, Baby? ”
“No.” I sniff.
“So, if you know you’re mine, you should know I don’t want to wake up alone.
Left. Abandoned.” I notice the firm set of his jaw, attempting to ward off his old insecurities and even older trauma.
I can see how alone he used to feel, how it’s creeped back in.
His eyes are shining with wet emotion, and I can tell how it triggered him.
“I’m sorry, I had to see what was going on! I didn’t want to wake—”
“When have I ever said you shouldn’t wake me? Why would you need to hear what was going on from a bloody liar? You should’ve woken me and asked me for the truth, point-blank.”
I nod rapidly. “I know.”
“I never want to wake up thinking you’ve left me again, Baby. It’s like you don’t know who you belong to.”
“I do. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“It won’t. And I’ll make sure you don’t forget, because I’m going to punish you. Now.”
Wildfire spreads underneath my skin, and my anxiety skyrockets. Even though a punishment from Jett is typically my favorite thing on the planet, panic sets in. Not really because he’s never been this upset with me before, mainly because I’m fucking working! Jesus.
“Here? Are you serious? That's so unprofessional! I’m working and the walls of the trailer are so—”
“Then do that thing with the fans and the white noise, because I’m not fucking leaving. Lock the door and follow me.”
My hands shake, and my head buzzes as I lock the door, turn the fan on high, and turn on Bluetooth to the loudest possible white noise.
As I turn and walk towards the back of the trailer, where the tiny bedroom is, I see Jett standing in front of the bed, whipping off his black leather belt. I audibly gulp.
“My little princess is never going to leave me like that again. I was terrified. I thought you were leaving me. I thought maybe you’d been taken.”
Taken? Dear god, we’re not living in a Liam Neeson movie.
I guess that’s why we’re perfect together.
I’ve been known as the ultimate drama queen since before I could even speak, and Jett is by far the most dramatic boy on the planet.
Well, that and a few other things make him perfect for me, like how wet I become as he folds his belt and smacks the two sides together.
He throws it on the bed, yanks down my leggings and underwear, and folds me until my face is in the mattress and my ass is facing up as I soak the edge of the bed.
I always thought I was pretty normal, or at least the most normal person in my family, but it turns out I was pretty incorrect.
The way my eyes roll back as the leather slaps hard against my ass cheek proves that immediately.
He grabs my hair into ponytail formation and tugs, my burning face lifting from the mattress. “Say you won’t leave again, not like that. Never.”
Hopefully, my voice sounds more sincere and less slutty, but I feel equal parts of both.
“I love you and I trust you and I will never leave again, I’ll wake you up before I leave, no matter what fucking time it is!
” Another swift spank from the belt, and I moan towards the paper-thin wall like I’m a crazy person. Fuck it.
“You trust me enough to do that?”
I turn my head to see what he's looking at. He tilts his head toward the tiny nightstand, which has my birth control teetering on the edge, hovering over an equally tiny garbage can. He knows the pills flying into the trash won’t magically knock me up today.
I know he doesn’t really want that now. I, in fact, was a baby on a tour bus at one point in time.
My parents wouldn’t want that for us; it nearly broke them.
This is about proving I know his loyalty lies with me, showing that I know his ridiculous breeding kink has nothing to do with securing a place at the throne of rock and roll.
Because I know that if he were doing this for the wrong reasons, if he were ever unfaithful, he’d be knocked from that throne so fast, banished from the palace entirely.
He knows it, and I know it. He has no plan to ever do that to me, and I feel that in my bones. Fuck that bitch.
I reach my arm out and bat that little packet of pink pills straight into the trash.
He groans, and the belt slaps against my skin several more times, my head floating to the clouds.
The looped belt hovers over my head and is now around my neck.
The heady rush of desire is sick and twisted, I get it, but the firm pressure doesn’t hurt or cut my airflow.
It does make me feel well and properly owned, though, and I love that.
I grow even wetter as I hear a zipper rush downwards and feel the cross dragging across my entrance.
“Someone likes being punished.” The belt tightens, and I moan as he spanks my ass, eight times, of course, before sliding Keane all the way inside in one swift thrust. “Someone wants to be called a good girl, but you weren’t, so now you’re going to be stuffed full and bred like a little slut.
But you want that too, don’t you?” I whine so I don’t scream.
“You are so fucking mine it’s not even funny.
” He grips my hips hard and fucks me so deeply that my inner walls are already clenching around him.
“You were so angry this morning because someone else wanted this, as if she’s the only one who wants what you have.
Maybe I’ll continue fucking you into submission until you realise, I own you, and you own me, and their desires mean nothing to me.
Nothing to you. They might want me to fuck them, but—” He slams into me harder, using each thrust to punctuate his words, “This. Cock. It’s only. Yours. To come on. Now cum.”
The demand, the rough tug on the belt, and the hand that slides off my hips so his fingers press so hard on my clit, the ownership.
It’s all too much, and I lose control, a blinding orgasm hitting me so hard that I scream as loud as I did in the woods.
His hand slips off the slack of the belt to cover my mouth, and the scorching white heat takes over every cell as I shake and shudder.
He never stops slamming into me, but when he can finally take his hand off my mouth, he grasps both my hips tightly, driving into me so deeply that I groan and sparks fly into my vision.
“Say you’re mine, say it, and I’ll fill your greedy little cunt with the cum everyone wants, and only you can have.”