Chapter Eleven
Colt sounds terrific, and the guys are rocking the stage.
This concert is even better than the one I went to in London. I’m becoming familiar with their songs, and I love each and every one of them. It must be getting close to the end, as they just returned to the stage for their encore.
But the thing is…
… I need to go to the bathroom.
Like I really need to go.
Colt made it damn clear that I was not to move from this spot.
But I can’t hold it another second.
I check back to the stage, and Colt’s concentrating on their song “Rapture,” so I exhale and quickly head off to the backstage bathroom.
From here, I can still hear them playing over the speakers.
The last thing I want is for Colt to come off stage and have a freakout because I’m not there.
Finishing up, I feel much better, and I wash my hands quickly, drying them with a paper towel.
Then I hear them finish their song.
“Crap,” I say as I throw the paper towel in the trash and start running back toward the side of the stage where I’m supposed to be. I don’t know why, but my heart is thudding. I guess the last thing I want to do is disappoint Colt, and I want to be the first person he sees when he runs off stage.
I run as fast as I can, but when I get closer to backstage, I see Colt searching frantically for me. I stop on the spot, knowing this will not end well for me. He looks up with panic in his eyes, and his gaze locks with mine. I bite my bottom lip as he furrows his brows and storms toward me.
“Colt, I’m sorry. I was there for the whole concert, but I needed a bathroom break badly,” I say as he reaches me.
He says nothing, takes my hand, and drags me along as everyone stares at us.
“Colt, stop! I couldn’t hold on any longer,” I rant, panicking. For fuck’s sake, he is walking so quickly I can barely keep up. He leads me into a small kitchen area and turns around, locking the door behind him. “Colt, I’m sorry,” I apologize as he pulls me over to the wooden kitchen table.
He turns me away from him so my back is to his chest, and I have no idea what he’s doing or why he won’t say anything.
The silence is becoming a concern. His hand rests on my back as I stand in front of the table, then suddenly, I’m falling forward.
My chest is resting on the table, and his hand splays out on my back, keeping me against it.
Jesus, did he push me?
What the hell is he doing?
“Colt, I—”
“Shh,” he says as his free hand glides down my side and around the front of my jeans. “You’re mine,” he says.
“Always yours,” I reply as a shiver passes over me.
He’s leaning into me, his erection firm against my ass as he undoes the button and zipper on my jeans.
I exhale loudly as I now know what he’s planning.
My pulse quickens slightly, and even though he’s being forceful with me, I’m highly turned on and like this act of dominance.
He takes his hand from my back and pulls down my jeans and panties in one swift motion.
Then he places his knee between my legs and pushes my legs apart roughly.
When I go to lean back up, his hand is quickly on my back, pushing my chest back down to the tabletop.
The sound of his zipper fills the silence, then, without warning, he rams into me, taking my breath away. It’s almost painful, but I was already so turned on from the concert—he knows that—and now, with his possessive dominance, I instantly relax around him.
Colt pushes into me deeply and exhales like it’s what he needs to calm down.
His hand still firmly holds me to the table as he wraps my hair in his other hand and pulls slightly, forcing my head back and leaving my chest barely touching the table.
His movements are quick and hard, and it feels like he’s punishing me, but holy fuck do I love it.
“Jesus, Dee,” Colt says through gritted teeth as he pounds into me, pulling my hair a little harder.
My torso is pinned to the table, and I move up a little higher with each thrust. I don’t know how long I can hold this position, as my legs wobble.
He makes no attempt to be quiet as he thrusts, his groans echoing in the small room.
I’m sure people outside can hear the slapping of our bodies meeting, mixed with our heavy breaths and moans.
Colt is pounding me into submission while he takes what he needs from me.
Every thrust is demanding, his movements relentless.
An unexpected shiver flows through me, and my pussy tightens around his cock. An intense need takes over, and the moan that leaves my mouth is unrecognizable.
“Fucking take it, take all of me,” he commands, pounding so hard and fast I can’t keep up with him.
“Y-yes,” I murmur, my body trembling with his deep pulsating thrusts. I’m right on the edge of a powerful orgasm. My body is quivering and shuddering, my breathing quick and shallow as I make my way to the edge.
“Don’t you dare come, Dee!” He groans loudly and slams into me as he pulls my hair hard, hard enough to stop the impending orgasm. “Fuck, Dee, I love your tight pussy,” he says as he unloads so forcefully I can feel him empty inside of me.
My breathing is as erratic as his. I was so close to climax that I want to finish myself off. Colt jolts inside me a few more times, slowly lets go of my hair, then leans over me and kisses my head, resting on the table.
The throbbing in my core is a harsh reminder that I didn’t come.
Was this some kind of punishment fuck for not being there when he got off stage?
It certainly felt that way.
I don’t know whether I’m emotional from the ‘punishment fuck’ or the fact that he denied me my bliss, but right now, I am not fucking happy.
His hands move underneath me, pulling me up from the table and against his chest. He’s holding me so tightly as his lips nuzzle into my neck, and usually, I would sink into the pleasure. Instead, I stand against him, breathing heavily, wondering what the fuck that was.
Slowly, he pulls out of me and turns me around to face him.
I want to fucking cry.
But then my anger takes over.
“Dee, don’t you ever scare me like that again. Do you understand me?” He moves some hair behind my ear.
“Scare you? What the hell was that, Colt? Was that a punishment fuck because I had to take a fucking piss?” I question, my voice wavering.
“You weren’t there. I was worried. I didn’t know what to think. So many things crossed my mind… the fans had hurt you, or worse, Coslecki had gotten to you, or even the unthinkable that you had left me. My mind went straight to losing you. Dee, I can’t lose you.”
“So, you felt the need to punish me?”
“It wasn’t a punishment, more of a telling-off.
” He smirks, but I don’t return it. His expression quickly turns stern.
“You would know if it was a punishment. Trust me. If I tell you to do something, just damn well do it.” The smirk returns.
“But you have to admit that sex was pretty hot, right?” That cocky voice makes me ignite with anger.
My cheeks burn red hot. “No, Colt, it was degrading. There’s no need to hold me down like that.”
“Oh, c’mon, Dee, baby, you loved every second of it. You’re just pissed because I didn’t let you come.”
“You’re damn right! That was downright cruel, Colt. Why do you get to be satisfied, and I don’t?”
“Because, baby, you didn’t do what you were told. But don’t worry, I’ll make you scream all night long when we get back to our suite,” he adds, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me tightly.
“Are you serious right now? Do you hear yourself? You’re punishing me because I had to pee, Colt. Don’t you see how fucked up that is?”
He exhales and looks down at the floor. “Dee, I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know how to do this. I’m trying the best way I know how.
When you weren’t there, I’ve never felt such a deep state of panic in my life…
Not. Ever, Dee. And that scares the shit out of me.
I’m trying, okay? But you and me, this thing we have is terrifying the fuck out of me, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
I… I just… Oh, fuck, I don’t know…” he rants as he bends down and pulls up his jeans.
I bite my bottom lip and exhale as he taps my ankle for me to step into my panties and jeans. He pulls them up for me as I stand, holding myself.
“Dee, say something.”
“I’ve never experienced anything like that. It was new for me, and even though, yes, I loved it. It was degrading the way you took me like that. It shocked me, is all.”
He exhales and does up my zipper and button.
“I’m sorry, Dee. I never want you to feel degraded.
I just… I was so scared and angry. I had to have you.
To make sure you were still with me. To make sure you were still mine.
I needed you, Dee. I still need you,” he says, resting his forehead against mine.
Looking him in the eyes, I see he truly regrets what happened. And I begin to feel guilty for lashing out at him. I mean, I did love the way he took me so completely.
“We should go. People will be wondering where we are,” I say, and he leans in and kisses my lips softly, igniting a fire once again in my core.
“We have to go to the after-party. C’mon,” Colt says, kissing me quickly once more and taking my hand. He halts and looks back at me. “A-are we, okay?” The concerned look is not lost on me.
“We’re fine. But we will need to discuss how you react to situations in the future,” I answer.
He exhales heavily but says no more as we head toward the kitchen door.
***
By the time we reach the after-party, Colt’s grip on my hand is so tight it feels like he’s afraid to let go. As if holding on is the only thing keeping us grounded.
Colt steps out of the stretch Hummer, his grip on my hand firm as he leads me toward the VIP section of the club. Anna and Johnny trail closely behind, along with the rest of the band and the Slayettes.