Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
Michael
The Scarlet Letter together again for one night… but the real question is where has Jazz been hiding all this time and what is she not showing us?
“Pixie, you look a hundred miles away.” Michael walked into their shared bedroom to find her sitting in the chair in the corner staring out the window, lost to her own thoughts. “Where are you, because it’s obvious you aren’t here with me.” He moved over and knelt in front of her, placing his hand on her knee, stroking it with his thumb.
“Just thinking about the press conference tomorrow. Being on stage singing has never been an issue for me. Give me a hundred thousand screaming fans and I can sing my heart out. But a room of twenty reporters vying for my attention trying to ask questions, and my anxiety tries to take over. Honestly, every time I’ve had to do one of these in the past has been torture, and this one is harder because I’m out of practice, and there are going to be so many big-name bands there that it will be a feeding frenzy. Hell, I’ve written songs and produced records for half the bands that are going to be performing at this thing.” Her breathing started to speed up, becoming shallower as it did.
“Jessica, look at me.” He never called her by her first name unless it was serious, so it got her attention, having the effect he was going for. “That’s right. Breathe with me.” He slowed his breathing, breathing in and out through his mouth, and she matched his. She rarely had anxiety like this, but given his line of work as a psychiatrist, he knew it for what it was. This was panic in its most basic form.
“That’s my very good girl.” The press conference was in two days, announcing the concert lineup that everyone had been talking about for weeks. It was early November, and the concert was set to take place on New Year’s Eve. He’d had mixed emotions when she’d decided to perform again. Sure, it was only one concert, but he remembered how exhausted she was after her last tour, and all he could do at this point was hope that this was not a trigger for her to want to jump back into her old life again.
Jazz and her bandmates had been practicing every day since they got the call asking them to participate in the New Year’s Day benefit concert. Michael was just glad that Jamie was there to help take care of his girl when he couldn’t. He had a busy psychiatric practice and wasn’t always able to take time off when he wanted to which was why he’d spent a great deal of time lately considering an early retirement. It wasn’t like he needed the income anyway.
“Michael,” his Pixie’s hesitant voice brought him from his musings.
“Yes, love?”
“Will you come with me to the press conference? I’m sure it will be fine. I mean they always were in the past, and I know it is a workday for you, but I would feel a lot better if you were there with me.”
“Of course. I was already planning on it.” He had cancelled all of his appointments, and Troy was taking calls for the day. “Why is it you are getting so worked up about this? You yourself admit that you have done several in the past. I honestly don’t understand.” He was trying to get her to voice her fears because if she did, then maybe she would understand that they were not as big as she thought they were.
“When I’m performing with Scarlet Letter, I’m the one in control of what happens up there. I set the tone and get to decide how the night is going to go. This is all about want the reporters want to ask. You just wouldn’t understand.” She rolled her eyes at him, clearly lost to her own thoughts. “Michael, you have always been the one to stay in the background, never enjoying the limelight, so as much as you try, you are never going to understand where I’m coming from on this subject.”
Her words came out with the speed of an ongoing train. He wasn’t even sure she stopped to take a breath, but he waited until she was finished with her thought before responding, but he knew there was a grin on his face. He was going to enjoy what was about to play out in front of him.
“Excuse me, but did you just roll your eyes at me?”
“No, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Deny, deny, deny. That was what she was going to do? Well, he was going to have to see about that.
“So, that’s your plan. First, you roll your eyes which we both know is disrespectful and against the rules, then you double down and lie about it?” He stood, his eyes never leaving her. “It seems that you need some help remembering the rules of our home.” He knew this was exactly what she needed to center her. His Pixie would be lost in her thoughts and her anxiety would take control if they let it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She continued to play the game.
Michael stood and looked down at her while he started to remove his belt. “As you know the rules of the house, and you chose to break them without showing any remorse, it seems that correction is in order, does it not?”
She looked up at him through her lashes, ever the flirt. It seemed that her anxiety was on the back burner for the moment. “I still don’t know what you are talking about.” She shrugged.
“Did you or did you not roll your eyes at me? Now before you answer, keep in mind that this can be a funishment that ends in enjoyment for the both of us, or you can lie which will end with me very satisfied and you sitting very sore tomorrow in front of all of those reporters, but very unsatisfied.”
“You have your belt out which makes me think I will be sitting very uncomfortably either way,” she huffed.
He reached down and stroked her cheek. “That is true, my Pixie, you will. But wouldn’t you like to have a sweet orgasm today?” When more of a reminder than punishment was necessary Michael never liked to leave Jazz without a reward at the end. That was not the type of Dom he was. Besides, from the little bit she would let on about her childhood, she had not had a very loving one, so he never wanted her to feel like he didn’t love her every minute of every day.
“You know I love a good orgasm,” she relented as she stood from her chair. “Fine, I admit I may have rolled my eyes a tiny little bit, but you did have it coming.”
“Are you sure that is the way you want to approach this before I spank that delectable ass?” he asked, loving when she was in playful brat mode.
She grinned and shrugged her shoulders at him. At least she was no longer worrying about what tomorrow was going to bring. He reached his hand out to her, and when she placed hers in his, he helped her to her feet. “Strip, my little Pixie, then present yourself to me.”
He made his way to the side of the bed and sat; his belt still clutched in his hand while he watched as she began to remove her clothing. She took her time, teasing him as she did. His cock grew painfully hard as little by little she undressed for him. He was in awe that this woman was his and his alone.
When she was fully naked, she sauntered over to him and stood in front of him waiting for him to give further instructions. She was the perfect blend of playful and obedient when they were together like this, and he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
He made sure his feet were flat on the floor and wide enough apart to support her short frame before nodding at his knees. She knelt over his legs as she had done many times, ready to take her stripes. He wanted to make sure she would feel them tomorrow, centering her to him. Every time she moved it would be him she was thinking about, he would ensure it.
“Pixie, you will count every lash. No getting lost in your head this time. I want you here in the moment with me today. If you can do what I ask like a good girl, I will give you a reward when we are done. Do you understand?” This didn’t require a thorough discussion like it might when playing with a sub in a club. They’d been together going on three years and Michael knew her limits. He would never cross them. She had her safe words, though she’d not once used them in all the time they’d been together.
“I think we’ll go for fifteen lashes today. Ten because you rolled your eyes at me and that was very disrespectful, and five because I think you need them.”
She jerked her head up to argue, but his hand on her back held her firmly in place. “Don’t you think that’s kind of mean?” She turned her head trying to look him in the eye.
“Oh, I don’t think I’m being mean. But if you want me to be, I could oblige.” He grinned at her, having fun teasing.
“No, thank you. Fifteen is plenty.” She turned her head back to center.
“Good, Now, you know the drill. I want you to grab my ankle, please. If you reach back, you could injure your hands, and I don’t want that. Don’t forget to count because I might lose count if you do.”
Before beginning, he took the buckle in his hand and wrapped the belt around it several times to make sure it would not come loose. His first swing was more of a light tap leaving a nice pink line across her ass.
“One,” she yelled out. They both knew he’d held back. He never started out very aggressively with their impact play, especially when he used the belt. It wasn’t her favorite implement, so he was very careful to warm up slowly whenever he chose to use it.
“Oh, my dear, if you think that was bad, then we’re in for a very long afternoon,” he teased as he brought his arm down for swing number two.
“Two,” she bellowed
Three and four came back-to-back and these were a little harder than the previous. He was enjoying the shade of red her beautiful backside was becoming. But if he wanted her to feel it tomorrow, then more pressure was going to have to be applied.
They continued at it until they reached number fifteen, and she was crying in earnest. Her body had relaxed against his legs, and she was no longer tense. He realized this was exactly what she’d needed when he’d walked into the room and seen her so absorbed in her thoughts.
He brushed his hand across her reddened globes, and the heat they were putting off made a smile form on his face. As he’d planned, she was absolutely going to feel it tomorrow. He continued to move his hand between her beautiful legs to find that, exactly as he’d expected, she was soaking wet.
Michael slid a finger between her folds, and she moaned, barely moving from her place over his knees. “Oh, my sweet girl. You love your spankings, don’t you. I promised you an orgasm, and I am nothing if not a man of my word.” Though if he had his way, she would end this night with well more than one.
He ran his finger up and down through her slit that was soaked with her juices, as she moaned over his lap. Over and over, light as a feather he moved as she begged so nicely. “Please, Michael, please let me come. I need to come.”
“Have I ever told you just how pretty it is when you beg, my little Pixie?” he asked before taking his fingers and pressing inside while adding pressure to her clit with his thumb.
“Oh my god,” she murmured, “please.”
“Of course, my love. Come now.”
She screamed out her release, and he continued to piston in and out, wringing every bit of pleasure out of her that he could. When she relaxed against his legs, all fight gone from her body, he withdrew his fingers.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet,” he said as he pulled her up and helped her into the bed where they spent the rest of the night and he kept her too busy to think about what she would be doing the next day.