“I’m sure you are,” he whispered, “but I need to believe that you’ll never run off like that again. And the only way to be sure is to condition you…through a marathon of mind-breaking teasing. Wouldn’t you say so?”
“Trent, I am never going to run again,” I pleaded desperately. “Never. Ever.”
“It’s you and me,” he told me.
“That’s right. You and me.”
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
I didn’t even realize what I was saying until after I’d spoken the words, but I gasped with understanding.
Did he mean that?
Did he want me to stay forever?
I didn’t have time to dwell on this, because suddenly, his cock slammed hard into me.
My body was driven over the edge as he began furiously fucking me, his weight pushing down over me.
He was fiddling with something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.
With a slight, padded thud, I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place, and he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious cock was penetrating me, over and over, again and again…
And I almost immediately came harder than I thought was humanly possible.
My brain practically whited out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes robbed me of all rational thought. The intense collective release left a tremendous ache all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses that I realized my tension had loosened my bindings.
Within an instant, I’d ripped my wrists free and thrown myself up from him, tearing the blindfold from my eyes.
As I glared down at Trent, sitting up to face me, his surprise fell way to what was almost fear.
“You look pissed,” he stammered out.
With a snarl, I descended, shoving him onto his back on the unfolded patio chair, where I had just been lying.
“MY TURN,” I furiously told him.
Grabbing his long cock with my hand, I lowered myself down onto it.
“You’ve been in control all this time…”
I moaned hungrily, feeling the overwhelming power of his cock slipping deep inside me. With a deep gasp, I struggled to keep my mind clear.
“…And now, I’m in control. Because you and I… We are partners now. Equals.”
Trent’s lip curled, but he didn’t contest this.
I lowered myself down hard onto his cock, and we both shuddered together with pleasure.
“And that means, from now on…we’re on the same page, you and I…”
I thrust down again.
“No secrets…”
And again.
“No fears…”
And again.
“No running away.”
Trent’s fingertips dug deep into my skin as he threw his head back in ecstasy. I don’t think he remembered what it was like to relinquish even a tiny bit of control.
“You and me, Angel,” he whispered seductively. “You and me against the fucking world.”
“That’s right,” I murmured, leaning forward to grasp onto his shoulders. I rolled my hips into his, and he thrust up to meet my movements. “You and I are a team. And from this point on… I won’t run, and you won’t control. We’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”
“You’re goddamn right,” he smiled.
I leant down, sealing the promise with a kiss. It wasn’t a hungry, lustful kiss between us – but that doesn’t mean it was any less passionate than any other kiss we’d ever had.
As we pulled away, we were in a different world together.
We were unified.
We were one.
We were together, in body and mind.
“Are you ready for this?” I whispered.
“Show me what you’ve got,” he grinned cockily.
I rolled my hips down against his again, harder than ever, and he practically let loose in the instant.
“For the rest of tonight, I’m calling the shots,” I told him. “And you’re going to be okay with that.”
“I already am.”
“Good,” I cooed, rocking against his body.
And for the rest of the night, we didn’t fuck. We weren’t at it like hungry, ravenous teenagers, sloppily banging with complete, animalistic abandon.
Instead…
We made wild, passionate, furious love.
And it was the second-best night of my life.
As for the best night…
Epilogue
Angel
One Year Later
As I nodded tearfully with what must have been a ridiculously goofy smile, the roomful of pop stars and rock musicians burst into thunderously cheerful applause. Trent, happier than I had ever seen him, almost fumbled the ring as he slipped it up onto my finger.
Living with a mega rockstar for twelve months had been an enlightening experience. I’d adjusted to his world now – the endless promos, the record deals, even the paparazzi.