16. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Aliko
We don’t speak of seeing each other anymore, we just do it.
I know that when I’m finished with the meet and greets, Leif is going to meet me in my room.
There are nights when he goes out with the crew, but he tells me beforehand and always comes to me after.
Some nights, I go out with the guys, but I make sure to let Leif know so he isn’t waiting up.
He does anyway. Once he even asked if he could wait in my room, which I agreed to.
And I am glad I did because when I returned, he was lying naked in my bed, waiting for me.
He came quickly that night, as soon as I shoved my fingers into him with the intention of prepping him for my cock.
He told me he got so worked up waiting for me that he almost came just from thinking about me.
I’d love to see that one day, but I do enjoy making him come myself.
Which is why I am punishing him tonight for what he did without me in the bathroom earlier tonight.
I understand his need and want. I can’t imagine having something in my ass teasing me all day. I’d feel how he did and would probably have done the same. But that doesn’t make it okay.
He needs more self-control.
I’d worried I’d be distracted for the show after knowing what he’d done, but nothing, not a single thing, can pull my mind from music.
I played as well as I usually do, maybe even better because I swear each show gets better.
The moment we played the final notes, and I got up from the stool, my mind was laser-focused on Leif again.
Possibly because he was waiting just beyond the curtain to pack up my kit.
Maybe because I can’t wait for what’s to come.
Could be both. Leif takes up a lot of my time these days, and I try not to think of what’s going to happen when the tour ends.
Not only with us, but with me. Do I go back to the ocean, or do I make a home here?
And if so, how do I explain that to my parents?
I could never tell them that I’m a kraken up here.
They’d lose their minds and who knows what they’d do.
Especially now that my father is in charge of our colony.
Though, that could work in my favor. That could be the thing that makes him keep quiet.
But I don’t want to manipulate them. I just want them to accept my decision.
I don’t even expect them to be happy for me. Just… let me be.
I head to the area designated for the meet and greet.
The line is longer than I’ve seen it so far, and I wonder if they sold more tickets for this show.
What do they care? They’re making money off it.
I mean, we are too, but not as much as they do.
And it’s not that I mind hanging out with fans.
I don’t. In fact, I love it. It’s amazing and makes me enjoy what I do even more.
But I am starting to feel a bit like a show animal, and I’ve only been doing this for a month and a half.
I can’t imagine how other bands feel who have been doing this for years.
Maybe humans don’t get the same kind of attention.
I’m not really sure. But I push those thoughts away because I know they aren’t true and appreciate the time I have with my fans.
The guys and I spend the next hour and a half signing posters, shirts, and boobs. We take pictures. We get groped. One person is escorted out by security because of it.
My favorite part is seeing the young fans.
The kids who look at us like we’re the most special people in the world.
They’re there with their parents who look like they’ve been through it and don’t want to be here, but they do it for their kids anyway.
I love that. It’s the kind of parent I would be if I had kids…
if I could have kids. That’s the furthest thing from my mind.
When I’m back in my dressing room, I text Leif to meet me in my room in thirty minutes.
That’ll give me enough time to get up there and get ready.
The only thing I have left to figure out is how the hell I’m going to make the door stay unlocked so he can let himself in. That’s important for my plan.
I step out of my dressing room and almost bump into Lucien.
“Heading out?” I ask.
“Yeah, Kael and I are going to a bar down the street.”
“Cool. Have fun.”
“You don’t want to come?” he asks, giving me a look that says he’s slightly disappointed.
“Nah, I have plans.”
“Right. Plans. Alone?”
I smirk but don’t say anything. He doesn’t ask any more questions.
I consider asking him about my dilemma, but then that’ll answer his question, and I’d rather not give him that information. Leif and I have done well keeping it quiet this long and things are working out. I don’t want to complicate things by bringing others into it. Easy. We just need easy.
“Have fun,” I say when Lucien and I part ways.
The ride up the elevator feels like it takes forever when it doesn’t take any longer than normal.
When I step off the elevator, I notice a decorative table that I never really paid attention to before.
I stop in front of it, taking in the potted plant on top of it.
It isn’t fake, like in some of the hotels we have stayed at.
It’s fresh and vibrant. A perfect spot to hide a key card.
I grab the spare from my room and come back out to slip it between the stems. I move back to make sure you can’t see it, even though I don’t really have to worry about that because not many people come up here.
Just the staff and the guys from the band.
You need to swipe your key in the elevator for it to come up to this floor.
The key is hidden, and I feel satisfied with a job well done. Simple fix. Now for the rest of the plan.
I take a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and grime from the show.
I text Leif about the hidden key and tell him to let himself in.
He should be here within five minutes, so I get into bed and touch myself in all the right places to get my cock hard and leaking.
I don’t want to make myself come; I just want something for Leif to walk in on.
The door opens and closes a few moments later. Leif’s footsteps on the floor are soft but sure as he makes his way toward the bedroom.
He stops abruptly in the doorway, lips parting and gaze focusing on the way my tentacle is wrapped around my cock. I’m not sure if he can see the puddle of precum gathered at the tip of my cock from there. But I certainly can.
Leif steps forward.
“Stop,” I say in a firm voice.
He does, his brow raising just slightly.
“Did you think you were going to come over here and join me?”
Now his eyes narrow.
“Because you’re not.” I stroke upwards and let out a low moan that should let him know just how good this feels.
“I told you that you’d be punished for what you did.
” He just keeps staring at me like he’s at a loss for words.
“And this will be your punishment, Leif. You get to stand there, with your dick aching, wishing you could touch me, but you won’t.
You’re going to watch me tease myself. Fuck myself.
Stroke myself. Make myself come. All while you get to do nothing. ”
A shuddering breath leaves his lungs. His hands ball into fists. Something changes in his expression. It goes slightly darker.
And I smirk.
“Do you think this is a fair punishment?” I ask.
Leif grits his teeth, raising his chin just slightly. But he says nothing.
“Because I do,” I continue. “I think it’s only fair that you get to suffer the way I did, knowing you got yourself off all because my egg was in your ass and you have no self control.”
“I have self control,” he says weakly.
“Not enough.” I can’t tell if he’s okay with this, if he’s really upset or not. “But if this is too much…”
“It’s not.”
I smirk again. “Good. But in case it is… I’ve heard we should make a safe word?”
Now he smirks. “Paradiddle.”
Of course he goes with something drum related. It only makes sense. I try really hard not to roll my eyes but can’t help it.
Getting back into the mood isn’t difficult though.
“Might be a little difficult to say when my cock is stuffed down your throat. But sure.”
The smirk drops from his face.
“Get naked,” I tell him next. “I want to see you while you suffer.”
Leif doesn’t hesitate. He kicks his shoes off while tearing his shirt off over his head. Then his pants and briefs come next, and he’s completely naked, his dick jutting out toward me. My mouth waters, but that’s not what we’re doing today.
Punishment, Aliko. We’re punishing Leif for what he did.
It’s best I remember that. But it’s really difficult when he’s looking at me like a starved man and I’m his favorite meal.