Chapter 25
Maddy
I am on a high after watching Jett record his new song, Bending Time, which makes me wish I could do just that when I listen to it.
We’re driving now but I can’t stop thinking about our past. Wishing I’d seen Jett sooner, really seen him, but I remember Mum’s explanation, that we wouldn’t have been ready.
“Watching you cry when I sang Drive, I swear that made eight years of pining completely worth it, Baby. Well, that and when you got on your knees and called me sir and let me fuck your throat until you swallowed my cum like it was liquid gold.”
My entire body pulses at the memory. I give a cheeky smirk, “Well, it is.”
“At Nobu, you sounded like this was a bit of a foreign concept, so how did you know what to say, what to do, on the beach, Baby?”
“Mickie might be the one you really want to buy a sports car for,” I laugh while he tries to keep his eyes on the road, looking thoroughly confused. “She wrote a very spicy novella about a professor and his good girl student a few years ago, and all the details came flooding back.”
“Oh, bless you, Mick! Knew there was something naughty about her! What can I get to thank her? I’m getting ideas already, actually. When you started being like, submissive, you were doing it for me, but … is it something you really like, Baby? I don’t wanna force it on—”
He has both hands on the wheel, so I grab one and slide it between my thighs. “What do you think? Am I just doing it to please you? Do I like it or maybe even love it?”
Jett groans as his fingers press against the desire that has managed to soak through cotton panties and the thick denim of my jeans. “You really love it? It’s not just for me, babygirl?”
I just moan and press his fingers harder against me. “You feel the answer, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m just having a hard time believing it because—”
“It feels too good to be true?”
“Took the words out of my mouth, Baby. Fuck, all night I’m gonna be chatting up these wrinkly old men thinking about you, you know that?
They’ll be telling some boring story, wondering why I’m smiling while I’m thinking about your pretty, bare little princess pussy and all the ways I’m going to destroy it later. ”
I whine, nearly shoving his hand down my pants when we come to a stoplight, and people start staring. Maybe I should let Mickie have this car. It’s a bit too conspicuous for us, with the way Jett makes me feel when we’re driving.
“Oh, it’s a left to the nail salon,” I tell him, but he turns right into an In ‘N Out instead. “I don’t need—”
“And risk you passing out again? Not happening!” He orders me a Coke immediately, he must've noticed me shaking. “What would you like, darling?” I sigh. Rockstars are not supposed to be this considerate.
“Double double and fries, animal style.”
He orders and turns to look at me like he’s starving and I’m the meal. “Animal style? That’s how I want you, Baby, what the fuck are you doing to me?”
I am so keyed up that when Jett and I get to the nail salon, I let him think he’s choosing what I’m getting done, a stiletto shape with glossy black polish to match his.
But when he sees I had my artist add Jett’s Girl, written in glittering white, one letter for each nail plus a heart, I’m rewarded with that huge grin plus getting picked up and spun around the salon.
“Phones, Jett!” I whisper, seeing three teenage girls getting pedicures, readying to record us.
He hands cash to the salon owner, and I expect him to grab my hand and run outside, but instead, he runs up to the girls.
He holds out my nails so their cameras get a good look.
“What is TikTok going to think ‘bout that?” He sticks out his tongue and gives them a rock ‘n roll sign as the girls squeal, and he pulls me out the door.
We put on our glasses quickly as he leads me into the sex shop.
He grabs a shopping basket and acts like nothing has happened, like no one could possibly follow us here. Then I see the cashier turn the open sign off, and laugh when she locks the door. How did he do that?
He picks up a comically large, purple dildo with so much nonchalance that I snort. “You need one of these, darling?”
“Last week I did, now I have Keane,” I say dreamily.
“Starting to think you like him more than me.”
I grin. “Thank God you’re a package deal.”
He picks up a bottle of lube. “How do you feel about pina colada, Baby?”
My body vibrates remembering the taste of that cocktail lingering on his lips the first time he kissed me. “I’ll never say no to a pina colada, now … ooh! This one says hot tub safe, Jacuzzi approved! We should sneak down there tonight after everyone’s asleep.”
“Better buy ten, one bottle for every spanking you got this morning.”
I slap his cute little butt and whisper, “Stop, you’re gonna make me moan in the store!”
“Hey, nothing they haven’t heard here before, babydoll. Oh, here we go.”
I squeak and clutch it to my chest. “Oh my gosh, it’s so cute!” Jett’s jaw drops, and I swear I see a bead of sweat on his brow. “Are you picturing me wearing this tonight?”
He simply gapes like he may melt into the tile floor at any second.
It is a gag, but there’s no ugly red ball like I’ve seen before.
It’s like a pink leather collar that you wear a little higher up, on your jaw, with a pretty pink silicone heart to bite on.
I throw it in the basket along with a similar one where you bite on a little pink silicone doggy bone.
I throw a bejewelled pink leather actual collar in, and a metal heart collar with a chain for yanking on.
Jett seriously looks like he may fall over.
“Jett? I’m not used to you being so quiet.
What else do you have in your hand, baby?
” Jett uses his free hand to grasp the nearest counter, steadying himself.
He hands the box to me and says nothing.
“Oh fuck, that is so hot! Do they make this in pink, too?” He sets it down and hands me the same thing in pink. “Is it hard … to set up?”
“It’s hard, all right,” he chokes out, adjusting his pants. “Not to set up, but … to get out of, yeah.”
“Well, I like a challenge. Why else would I be dating you?” I giggle, and he looks like he’s in pain, and I giggle again. “You just put the cross straps under the mattress and then—”
“The four soft restraints are there whenever you need them, strong Velcro … fuck, Baby, picturing you in these things, oh my god, how am I going to wait until this whole party ends and everyone goes to bed?”
I toss the pink under-the-bed restraint system into the basket. “Remember edging me, teasing me, all day yesterday? I’m just returning the favor.” I walk over to the lingerie, and I think Jett will either pass out or come in his pants. “Now what’s in your hand?”
He opens his hand slowly like a blooming lotus flower, only much dirtier. My eyes shoot open wide, and he studies my reaction. “Have you ever worn one of these?”
He hands it to me, and I’m not sure what to say, but Jett appears to be close to passing away if I don’t say something. I shake my head and take it in my hand. “Oh god, how cute would this look?” I lower my voice, “In my perfect little ass that belongs to only you?”
His eyes cross, and he has to shake his whole head to snap out of it.
I have never had anything in my ass before, and quickly come to the realization that Jett is the only boy on earth that isn’t so scared to death of my dad that he’ll actually give me a chance to try things.
To see what I like. I like a hand on my throat, discovered that this week, so I have a feeling I’m going to like a – perfectly sculpted by God – dick where I’ve never had one before, let’s be real.
I toss the sparkling gem-shaped plug in the basket like it’s no big deal, and then point to the lingerie. I whisper, “Pick for me, please, sir?”
He slaps his palms on a table covered with crotchless panties, trying to catch his breath.
He mumbles something about eight years of me wearing this stuff only in his dreams and wow, I am truly enjoying this.
Wrecking him like this. Finally, he looks up, bites down on a knuckle as he takes in all the options, then stands and starts grabbing.
He hastily throws in corsets, a pink vinyl mini dress (and of course, the same one in black), lace garter sets, and leather harnesses until the basket’s overflowing and he’s panting.
I dangle a pair of the crotchless panties in front of him and drop them on the top of the heap. He picks it up with both hands and walks it to the counter, where he gives the girl a look so pitiful it makes me snort.
“Is the owner nearby? It might make more sense for me to just buy the whole shop.”
* * *
We pull up to my house, and I hop out like I’m the Energizer bunny, placing my hand on the handle of the huge shopping bag.
“Baby? We might want to leave that in the car for now. I’m getting a … vibe.”
“Jett, you are literally the hottest, cutest, most talented person, good at everything you do, and now you’re telling me you have powers, too?!”
“It’s not a cool power like flying or invisibility, Mads, trust me. Having a keen intuition for fuckery? It’s useful but a lot less fun.”
Fuckery? He grips my hand as we walk into the house, and suddenly I can see Jett wasn’t joking.
“In the dining room!” Lola calls immediately, and we find ourselves face-to-face with a vibe I was not expecting.
Jett blinks incredulously. “Mum? Dad?”
Not only have Jett’s parents magically arrived here from the UK, sitting next to my family, but Jett’s manager is at the table next to mine. The words what the actual fuck nearly escape my lips when I realize an epic, signature Baby Morningstar tantrum might not be helpful right now.
“Thanks for letting me follow your lead,” I whisper quietly, and he nods, leading me to the table. I’ve definitely never said that before.