Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
Jazz
The benefit concert of the year’s lineup has been announced, and people are scrambling for tickets, but we’re trying to figure out why some of the bands were chosen when we haven’t seen them in quite some time. It makes one wonder what they did for a spot… just saying.
Jazz loved sitting on her back deck that overlooked the private beach she shared with her boyfriend and Dom, Michael. When she’d retired from touring with her band two years earlier, several people in her life thought she was walking away from her music career, but in reality, she was simply transforming it into something new and different.
Their home sat on a stretch of beach in Malibu that housed some of the richest people in California, and those people paid well to keep the general public off this one-mile piece of prime oceanfront property. It also didn’t hurt that they were only about an hour away from Los Angeles, so they had the best of both worlds when it came to how they wanted to live their lives.
Jazz had been the lead singer of The Scarlet Letter, and the group had made it big when she was only nineteen years old. She’d saved most of what she’d earned during her time on the road. This meant that financially, she was secure even without the income that she continued to bring in as a writer and producer. Michael had come from a very wealthy family, and had made his own fortune, so combined with the money she’d made, when the time came to move in together, they decided to splurge and get the property of their dreams.
This was her happy place, where she was always most creative. She’d spent the last two years writing songs for some of the most well-known names in the business, and she’d done it from this very spot. It wasn’t uncommon for her to spend the day out here completely lost in the music when she was working on a new project, and today was no exception.
She was sitting with her iced coffee on the table next to her, her pad and pencil right beside it, and her Gibson SJ-200 Monarch guitar in her lap. Of her guitar collection, this one was the most expensive, and the one big splurge she had allowed herself to make when she’d signed her first record deal, at the time costing her almost twenty-five thousand dollars. Playing on this guitar made her feel accomplished in a way that nothing else did, even more so than performing in front of a stadium full of fans.
Jazz lost track of time as she created a song for Jonas, one of the bigger artists she had started working with. It had a different vibe than she often found in her music, more bluesy sounding with a rock vibe, and she knew he was going to love it.
She closed her eyes and allowed her fingers to play the melody she’d heard in her head that would bring magic to the words. She could hear the orchestration that would go naturally with the tune and found herself excited to get back into the studio to lay down the tracks.
“Well, here is my sweet little Pixie, just where I knew I would find you.” Michael’s voice came from behind her through the French doors that opened out onto the deck. Jazz couldn’t help the smile that came to her face whenever Michael was nearby. She’d never dreamed that she would have someone like him in her life, thinking it would only ever be her and Jamie. She really was one lucky lady.
“You’re home early.” She got up and set her guitar on the seat she’d vacated before sprinting over and jumping in his arms for a kiss. She enjoyed her solitude when working but loved it even more when he returned home at the end of the day.
“No, actually I’m not. Have you been out here all day?” he asked, gently stroking her cheek. “Your face has some color. Have you even eaten today?”
Why did he have to know her so well? Of course, she’d gotten so lost in her work that she’d forgotten to eat. She hadn’t even taken a bathroom break all day, which now her bladder was reminding her of. “I may have gotten caught up in my work, but I finished the song, and if I do say so myself, it is going to be amazing when we add all the orchestration, I have in mind for it.” Being both the writer and producer meant she could fully realize her vision when she let someone else sing one of her songs.
“That may be, but we have talked about this before. You need to take care of yourself. If not, all the music in the world won’t save you from your punishment.” The look on Michael’s face didn’t bode well for Jazz. It promised that she would be paying for breaking the rules, and Michael’s biggest rule was that she had to eat. He understood her creative process, but he wanted her healthy more than anything else. She was going to be punished, there was no doubt, and this was where Michael got to show his own creative side.
“I need to use the bathroom. Do you mind grabbing my guitar for me? I don’t want to leave it out here in the salt air any longer.” She spent a great deal of money several times a year having it serviced to keep it in optimal condition, but she couldn’t stay inside while she wrote, it just stifled her creativity. She knew it was a trade-off, but the expense was worth it, because she had never been more productive with her writing.
“Of course. You go, and I’ll start dinner. Then you and I are going out.” He smacked her ass as she passed by. He could never keep his hands off her butt, and whenever she referred to him as an ass man, he would just reply that he was a Pixie’s ass man.
After she finished, Jazz looked in the mirror and saw what Michael had been talking about. Her face was red with the early signs of a sunburn. Dammit, in her rush to get started this morning, she’d forgotten her sunscreen. Since Michael said they were going out, she decided to take a few minutes and applied moisturizer with aloe to her face. Once that was taken care of, she added a light layer of make-up. It was enough to look put together without going overboard and should be appropriate no matter what he had in store for her.
Once she was finished, she made her way back out to the kitchen. Michael was a good-looking man all of the time, but watching him move around the stove cooking reminded her he was sexy as hell.
“Were you going to join me or were you planning on just standing there and staring all night?” he asked with a grin on his face. “I’m just about done here.”
She moved over to the fridge and turned to him. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“No, thank you. We will be playing tonight, so I don’t think it’s a good idea if either of us drink. In fact, could you grab a couple of bottles of water please. I think that would be the best choice.”
So, he was planning on a trip to Black Light? She felt a shiver run down her spine. He was always the most inventive with his punishments when they were in public.
“I didn’t realize we were going to the club tonight. You didn’t mention it before now.” It had actually been a few weeks since they’d been as they’d both been pretty busy with her practicing with the band and writing, and his thriving practice.
“No, I didn’t, did I?” He picked up the two plates he’d filled and moved over to the table. With water in hand, she did the same.
Once they were finished with dinner, she dressed, and Michael took some things to the car. He remained tight-lipped about his plans, which of course meant more fun for the both of them. Because for her, the anticipation of what he might do was half the fun.
The ride to Los Angeles was quiet as they listened to the radio and mentally prepared for the night to come. Her heart started to race as they turned down the tree-lined drive that led to Black Light. It was where they’d met on Valentine’s night three years prior. Jamie had signed her up to play in their celebrity roulette game, and Michael had bid money to spend the night with her.
It had been an amazing night, but at the end of it, she had left him behind as she and The Scarlett Letter left for their final tour. But Michael was a stubborn Dom, and he never gave up. They spent her entire tour talking on the phone and texting constantly. Once she had returned home to the States, they’d never spent another night apart if they could help it.
After he parked the car, Michael got out and came around to her door. It had taken her a long time to get used to staying in the car and waiting on him to open her door for her, but he was a gentleman Dom, and that lesson had been learned the hard way.
Once he opened the door, he helped her up before leaning in for a soul-searing kiss. Wow, that man could take her breath away. When he stepped back, he said “After we check in, I want you to go and strip. You can use one of the robes provided but leave everything else behind. You and I will be using the main stage tonight.”
She nodded in response. Michael was not one for high protocol. He wanted her obedience within the confines of their relationship with the rules they had mutually decided on, and respect was expected at all times, but he didn’t require her to use any specific titles unless he specified for a particular scene.
They entered the front lobby and went through the check-in process before moving into the main club. Once they were there, Jazz turned to the locker room to change as she’d been instructed. It didn’t take long to disrobe as she’d dressed knowing that would be the likely outcome.
When she was ready, she exited the locker room, moved down to the lower level and toward the main stage. Seeing Michael already up there in his black slacks with no shirt, the butterflies started thundering in her belly, and her mouth watered. There was never a day that went by that she wanted him less, and today was no exception.
As she approached, she noticed the spanking bench behind him, but what really grabbed her attention was on the floor. Next to his toy bag was her guitar case. What on earth was that doing there?
“Ahh, there is my beautiful sub,” Michael announced from the stage. People who were milling around stopped to pay attention to what was happening, suddenly aware that some fun was about to begin.
She continued her trek and when she made it to the stage, Michael put out his hand and helped her up the steps until she was standing beside him.
“Most of you know, this is Jazz.” Hearing her stage name from his mouth felt strange as he never called her anything but Pixie, and if he was very serious, he might use her given name of Jessica. But he respected the fact that the world knew her as Jazz, so he would use it here in this space.
“My sub decided to break the rules of our home today by not taking care of herself. She spent the day out in the sun writing music, and never once thought to come in and actually eat a meal or drink a glass of water which she knows is an absolute must for her health.” She heard murmuring in the crowd, but all of her attention was on the man in front of her.
So, tonight her punishment for not taking care of herself was going to be public. She might be the famous one in the couple, but her Dom sure did like to put on a show.
He stood behind her and reached forward loosening the tie from her robe before pulling it from her shoulders. As she stood there facing the crowd but not looking at any of the faces, Michael went to work behind her. When he stepped back, he was holding her favorite guitar, the one she’d been working with all day.
“Pixie, did you finish the song you were working on today?” he asked knowing full well that she had.
“Yes, Michael. I did.” She answered rather than giving him the smart remark that she was thinking. He didn’t need to hear that at the moment.
“Good.” He handed her the guitar, helping her adjust the strap around her neck. She rarely used the strap as she was usually sitting as she worked so she didn’t need it. She stroked the strings and wondered what he was up to.
“Since this song was what kept you from following the rules of our home, the rules that are for your health and well-being, I think it is only fair that our friends here get a sneak peek. I want you to play and sing for them without missing a note. I want to hear that beautiful voice, no matter what I may or may not be doing to you.”
This was bad, this was very bad.
“If you stop playing, or mess up and I hear it, then your performance is over and mine will get to continue. Do you understand the rules to our little game?”
“What happens when I get to the end of the song without stopping?” she asked, her voice sounding surer than she felt.
“Then you escape your punishment for the day. But first, I want to decorate my property.” His grin told her everything she needed to know. She was not going to win this game no matter how hard she might try. He brought his hand from behind his back and opened it.
In his palm laid two bejeweled nipple clamps. He pinched first her right nipple, then her left, not that they weren’t already hard enough for what he intended to do. He set to work placing the clamps and setting the tightness to a firm grip. “Now, isn’t she beautiful?” he addressed the crowd.
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sensations the clamps were sending straight to her pussy as well as the murmurs from the crowd that continued to gather around the stage. Michael moved behind her and pulled her back, nuzzling her neck. “Are you ready, my little Pixie?” he murmured in her ear.
“Yes, Michael,” she answered, though she wasn’t sure it was the truth.
Jazz started to play the melody that had been running through her head all day. Before beginning the first verse, she felt the light touch of suede across her back. She knew the feeling well, and without seeing it, she recognized the caress of their favorite flogger. Of course, he would pull out the big guns, knowing when he selected that particular toy, she always became putty in his hands.
As she began to sing, the first strokes of the flogger smacked across her shoulder in a crisscross motion. It felt almost like a massage. Of course, he was lulling her into a false sense of security, so she should have been expecting the smack that hit her ass, but she wasn’t. She tried to hide the yelp within the words to the song but knew she did a poor job of it.
She continued to play and sing, trying to allow the feelings to go through her as she did. If she let herself anticipate what he was going to do, she would be in trouble, so she tried to concentrate on the task of singing the song only.
As she moved into the second verse, she started to think she might make it through, but she should have known better. When Michael wanted something, he could be devious about how he went about it, which was why she should have been expecting what came next even if she wasn’t. When the smack of the flogger came between her legs, it stopped her cold.
She took a deep breath and attempted to start again, but Michael was behind her with her hair in his hand pulling her head back. “Got ya,” he growled and took her mouth in a scorching kiss.
When he released her, he moved around and assisted in removing her guitar from her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you will feel me with every step you take for the next week.”
She was so turned on by his dirty words she couldn’t even respond.
He led her over to the spanking bench and had her bend over with her ass in the air. “Spread your legs, my Pixie,” he commanded, leaving her no choice but to comply. Once he had her where he wanted her, he wasted no time with foreplay, apparently already too far gone. “Are you ready for me, my sweet?”
She nodded, always ready for him.
“I’m going to need you to answer me out loud.”
“I’m ready.”
That was all he needed to hear. He lowered his zipper, freeing his cock from his pants, and after lining it up with her beautiful pussy, slammed it home, causing her to scream out in ecstasy.
Wasting no time, he started fucking her in earnest. This was no longer about putting on a show. This was about two people who needed each other more than they needed anything else.
Jazz panted, knowing she would have to ask for his permission to come. He may not have many rules, but when they scened, this was a must. “Please, Michael, please.”
“You beg so prettily, my Pixie. What are you begging for?” he asked as he continued fucking her.
“I need to come, please, please let me come.”
His movements became erratic. He was on the verge of losing control himself. “I’m coming, and you will come with me. Come now,” he commanded.
This was one order she had no problem obeying.