AFTER I WAS transformed into my RFC persona, I crossed the street with Marsha and the film crew. They went one way to set up while I ducked into the Dragons’ dressing room. Earlier while Carla had done my hair and makeup, I had multitasked with the WMO VP on speaker. I had emphasized to her that RFC wasn’t a static concept. I had started my journey of self-discovery on one path, but another had opened to me. She hadn’t been thrilled. She had even brought up a breach of contract, but I had stood my ground. Lucky was too important. I had assured her that I would continue to serve up the titillation that she wanted on the remaining stops, but that in order for me to provide it, I had to be happy. Meaning I was staying on the bus with Lucky. If we happened to be discovered she and I would just have to put our heads together and spin the facts into some kind of compelling fiction.
Sky opened the door for me. She had a makeup brush in her hand, but instead of her usual bright working demeanor, she looked pensive. I glanced at Rocky. He shook his head. He must have told her about our planned charade. I guessed he thought it wise. My eyes met Lucky's in the dressing room mirror. My stomach swirled. I hoped my honesty would make things better for the two of us not worse as it seemed to have done with Sky and Rocky.
"Hey,” I greeted, closing the door and stepping inside. My legs wobbled unsteadily in my heels as I crossed to Lucky who looked delectable in his zippered black vest, no shirt and jeans. "I have a little extra time before the crew is ready to film. I thought I might be able to help out here."
"Sure." Sky gave me a grateful smile and offered me her brush. "Cody and Alec are done, but I'll work on Rocky if you can do my brother."
"Yes, do me." Lucky gave me a head to toe smoldering glance that had an immediate effect on me. My nipples drew tight wanting his touch. My greedy cunt softened. My needy clit throbbed. He leaned back against the counter behind him as I approached, his sexy half smile firmly in place when I reached him.
Could he somehow sense my response? I wondered. Is he that attuned to me?
"Later," he whispered. “All your desires will be fulfilled.” His warm breath was soft in my ear as I dipped the brush into the pot of makeup. The answers to both my unspoken questions were affirmative apparently.
"Yes, please. I suggest you conserve your energy up on stage tonight." I let the heat he made me feel smolder in my tone as my eyes lifted and melded with his. I brought the brush up to his cheekbone. I would apply the glow in the dark slashes first. Then I would work on the finer task of outlining his eyes after I laid my intentions bare.
"Your job will be much easier if you come closer." He put his hands around my waist and tugged me between his long legs.
"I plan to stay close…very close in your bunk if you'll allow me.” I drew the marks on his skin willing my hand not to shake. I was nervous to be so transparent with him, plus he was drawing distracting shiver inducing patterns at my waist with his thumbs. “I want to be with you and only you as much as possible through LA."
"I want that, too, Raven.” His eyes searched mine while the heat of his touch and the silver of his rings penetrated my clothing. "I already told you. What is this really about?"
"It’s about you trusting me when I say that you are all I want. I called my boss at WMO. I told her about us. She was a hardass, but I stood up to her for you. I don’t want to fuck up what we have started. I want us to work, Lucky. I’m committed to that." I put down the brush and reached for the eyeliner. The pattern drawing at my waist stopped. I felt his grip tighten. “Hold still," I ordered. Starting at the inside of his eye, I worked my way outward along the line of his thick lashes trying not to get detoured by the fathomless expanse of blue below them. "Rocky and I have gone over what we are going to do tonight. It's going to be a light bdsm scene.”
He drew in a sharp breath. His brow dipped. I smudged my line. I buffed out my mistake with the pad of my thumb and moved to the other eye.
“Look away," I ordered again, continuing the outlining, lip between my teeth for a moment as I concentrated on matching the thickness of the frame I had already completed. “Surely you know about Rocky’s preferences.” So far the routines had been tailored to fit my mood and the personalities of the men I chose. And tonight I was feeling tied up by circumstances largely beyond my control. Thus, the bondage thing seemed appropriate.
“Yes, but I don’t see how something like that fits with RFC.”
"It will. You’ll see. Trust me, Lucky.”
Lucky’s gaze hit mine the moment I finished. Shadows darkened the depths. I rushed on with my explanation hoping to dispel them. "It won’t be real with Rocky like it is with us. It will be acting. Like it was the night before, like it will be in Phoenix and LA. I would prefer it was you every single time. But until this is over that’s just not possible. I’m hoping that will be ok. That you can understand. I’m hoping we can get through this together.”
“Hope is hard to hold onto while I’m watching you with someone else, Angel.”
I AWAITED THE Dragons’ performance from the side stage instead of the front. I pondered the lead singer’s last words as the band filed past Marsha and me on their way up the stairs. Lucky's eyes met mine. He gave me one of his half smiles, but even in the low glow provided by the sound equipment I could tell there was more sparkle in the makeup that I had applied than there was within his eyes. He dreaded what was coming later. I did, too.
The crew filmed while Marsha and I took in the show from our novel vantage point, but my enthusiasm waned. I couldn’t see Lucky well from our post and the sound wasn’t as great, either. But we didn’t have a choice. Security wanted me inside the barricades. They insisted on the same level of protection for me that they offered the rock stars. The two Charleston girls Marsha had run into earlier in the lobby weren’t the only ones looking for me. Apparently, there was also a group of protesters that had made the staff jittery.
"Miss Winters." A man in a sports coat with a Hard Rock security lanyard motioned to me. "The after-party room is all set up. We want to move you and your entourage to the back before the next act."
“Alright,” I agreed. We departed as Lucky introduced, "She's the One". I wanted to stay and listen to him. My footsteps slowed as we walked past the next band waiting to take the stage. Our escort drew a curtain aside and opened a door. We followed him out into a well-lit corridor and turned right. I blinked against the jarring brightness, but my eyes adjusted by the time we reached a door at the far end. Pushing it open, the guard gestured us inside.
Marsha and the crew immediately went to work setting up their lights and equipment. I crossed to the catered food spread, filled a plate with some cheese and crackers and forced myself to take a couple of bites. I needed nourishment, but I also needed something to occupy my mind other than worry.
Ignacio did a couple of test shoots, identifying the best lighting in the room. Carla freshened my makeup. Marsha asked me repeatedly if I was ok which was sweet, but only made me more nervous because we were no longer alone in the room.
I returned slight chin lifts of acknowledgement from a couple of scantily clad groupies I recognized from previous after-parties. I wondered if my eyes would appear as lifeless as theirs by the time RFC was through. No. I clenched my fingers into fists. No matter what those protesters’ signs implied. I wasn’t like them. What I did was different. I didn’t take only what was meted out to me. I decided who and when and how. I wasn’t encouraging promiscuity. I was promoting personal choice. No one should be judged for their preferences, whether you were a rap duo into threesomes or a drummer who preferred to be in charge.
The party door opened again. Hearing his voice, I turned my head. Glacial blue eyes skated over me as the lead singer entered the room followed by his bandmates. No Sky. That was a relief at least. The Heathens, the headliners, a group of four younger than the Dragons whose sound was too techno for me to enjoy strolled in behind them along with a slew of support staff and fans.
That was the last of the after-party guests.
It was time.
The lights lowered except for one on me. I stepped into the spot of illumination Lester provided just as Ernie started the music. Another striptease but this one was different than Dallas. This time I crooked a finger at Rocky, and he stepped toward me. We wanted to establish that I chose him before he assumed his role. Still wearing his hammer stage makeup, he folded his arms over his naked chest and gave his first order. "Proceed."
To Fleetwood Mac's “Songbird”, I floated around him, singing the lyrics as I unfastened one button after another on the front of my sundress, wishing my fingers were on a piano like Christine McVie's in the song. When my dress was completely undone, Rocky came even closer and drew it off my shoulders and down my arms.
"Kneel,” he demanded in an authoritative tone he had never used with me. I dropped into a submissive position, my weight back on my heels as we had rehearsed using my dress as a blanket to protect my skin from the cold concrete floors. I caught a glimpse of Lucky’s handsome face before I lowered my gaze. Bare in the knowledge that what I was doing upset him, hands and forearms flat on my thighs, I felt Rocky's shadow fall over me, blocking Lucky and the light.
"Spread your knees farther apart."
I heard someone draw in a sharp breath as I complied. The fine lace over my tits and my pussy titillated more than it concealed.
"Gaze on the floor unless I instruct you otherwise. And you will address me as Sir."
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"You may remove your bra so I and everyone else can see those lovely tits of yours."
"Yes, Sir." Gaze on his steel toed boots, I reached behind my back and unclasped the fastening.
"Hold the lace to your chest a moment then slowly lower the straps and remove it."
"Yes, Sir." I did as instructed and cold air rushed over my skin. My nipples tightened. I imagined Lucky instructing me. I knew he was watching. I could feel his gaze. Wet warmth dampened my pussy.
"Drop the garment."
I did.
"You forgot something, didn’t you, pet?"
"Sir. Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I failed to acknowledge your title.”
"Your apology is accepted." No trace of the congenial drummer, Rocky was in full dom mode and the deep timbre of his voice made me shiver. "But you must be punished so you won’t forget next time. Come up onto your knees."
"Yes, Sir." I complied, gaze remaining lowered but from this position I could see his waist. His cock was hard behind his zipper. He reached for his buckle. He undid it. My mouth went dry. My heart raced as he slowly unthreaded the leather from his belt loops. We hadn’t discussed this part. I had assumed he would use a light flogger.
"Put your hands out in front of you." He slapped the unwound belt across his thighs, and I started imagining that hard leather connecting with my skin. I heard a murmur of protest from a deep voice I recognized. Rocky spoke over it. "Palms up, pet. Now."
"Y-y-y yes, Sir." My outstretched hands visibly trembled as he passed the leather strap over them like a caress or a warning. I swallowed hard. He folded the belt in half, moved behind me and traced my tits with it. I sucked in a sharp breath. Not knowing what would happen next, being at Rocky’s mercy and under his complete control made me feel strangely shivery everywhere. I felt a rush of wet dampen my panties when the unyielding leather passed over the tightened points of my breasts.
"So far you like your punishment," he observed in a purr, and I started again as the unwound belt dropped down the center of my body, the strap falling between my breasts and the cold metal buckle lightly glancing my pussy. Could Lucky see me? Did he know that my clit throbbed? I whimpered a mew of protest when Rocky drew the leather away.
"Clasp your hands together." He moved in front of me.
"Yes, Sir." My voice was breathy.
Rocky bent over, wound the belt around both my wrists and buckled it, restraining my hands. "Do you know the plank position?"
"Yes...Sir."
"Assume it now." He moved behind me again as I balanced on my forearms with my ass in the air. "Brace yourself, little submissive."
"Yes..." I squeaked on the Sir as the flat of his palm connected with my bottom. The slap stung my tensed flesh, jiggled my breasts and made my pussy throb even harder. He slapped my ass three times in rapid succession. Fire erupted on my skin after each blow and each one seemed to be directly connected to my pussy.
Rocky hauled me to my feet by my shackled wrists. I was drenched and my clit throbbed insistently. The drummer’s amber eyes shined dark gold. I’m sure mine were similarly hued. I wanted to search for Lucky. I wanted his cock inside me to alleviate the ache. It took all the effort I had to remain focused on the scene.
"You did well, pet." Rocky stroked my cheek with his palm. His skin was hot from striking me. "After-party aftercare is for you and me in private."
ONLY MOMENTS AFTER Rocky and I arrived at the bus Lucky materialized. My panties were still damp and my ass was still on fire. But he barely looked at me. He ordered me to the back and he and his drummer immediately started getting into it. My nerves stretched taut as I listened to their terse voices arguing. Lips pressed together, I climbed into Lucky’s bunk and drew his pillow to my chest trying to ignore the ache in my body. Only the ache of trepidation in my heart for the two friends exceeded it.
Their voices rose. I heard my name and then Sky's, but I couldn’t make out the rest. The outside door to the bus opened and then slammed shut. Lucky appeared a moment later. His gaze swept over me.
"Take off your clothes." His eyes were dark.
"But..."
"If you want me to punish you like he did I certainly can." He strode closer, arrows of black slashing more shadows into his gaze. I scrambled backward into his bunk, ripping off his Killer's t-shirt and wiggling out of my panties trying not to be turned on by the flash of fire in his eyes but failing in that task when he stripped in front of me. His engorged member sprang free. He climbed in and immediately flipped me over onto my stomach. My chest, my heavy breasts and my nipples scored the mattress as he ran a gentle palm over the curve of my behind. "He marked your pretty skin. I should break his hands."
"It’s ok." I sucked in a shocked breath when he yanked me backward and plunged his arm under me, tracing his fingers through my wetness.
"You liked him touching you.”
“I liked imagining you watching, you doing the things he did. I like you touching me now. Don’t be mad at Rocky."
"Raven." He circled sure fingers around my clit. "All this wet. Is this all for me?"
"You know it is. And it’s me here with you now. Not the RFC chick. Just me.” I reached for him, for his cock. I guided him toward my entrance. Our fingers brushed together. The head of his cock nudged me only briefly before he drove the entire length inside me, burying himself deliciously deep.
I moaned.
He groaned. He immediately pulled back and powered inside again. Shallow teasing fucks then deeper dominating ones. He had me panting and close within a few calculated thrusts. "Wait for me." He pulled me into his next deep plunge and I whimpered, a fine sheen misting my skin from the strain of holding back. He balanced on one arm, rolled and tugged on each of my nipples making me burn hotter for him.
"Lucky," I begged. He knew just what I needed to send me over the edge. “Please."
"Please what?" He rolled his hips. It felt so good. His cock inside me. His body covering me.
"Please. I want you. I need you. Fuck me. Please."
"Yes, Angel." He pulled back and slammed back inside. Savage fingers grasping the flesh at my hips, he did it again. I rocked backward matching his rough rhythm as it increased. I chanted his name. He chanted mine. My climax rushed toward me.
"I can’t stop. Oh Lucky, yes." I came brutally hard over his cock. He planted himself to the root and detonated inside of me filling me with his hot cum, groaning his warm breath into my neck and marking my skin with his teeth.