I slam it open against the wall. Sailor looks to me, eyes wide as saucers and mouth agape . As if touching Starlet is acid to his hands, he pushes her away and comes for me. “Pi-Piper,” he stammers.
Taking a few steps back and tossing my hands out in surrender, I shake my head. “No explanation needed, Sailor, none whatsoever. I couldn’t care less who you dip your dick in,” I affirm.
“No? Then why do you look like you’re going to be sick? Admit it, baby, you wish that were you my cock was buried in,” he pants, half grinning.
“Believe me when I tell you I have no desire to have your adulterous dick anywhere near my body.” Turning my back on him, I walk toward the stage, only to be stopped when Sailor leaps and captures me with his massive arms, grinding his Starlet coated erection into my back. “This is yours, baby, but you can only keep a man waiting for so long. What you won’t do for your master, another bitch will,” he whispers into my ear.
“You are not my fucking master, Sailor. You’ve been replaced. Now, get the fuck off me,” I roar, ramming my elbow into the side of his ribcage.
Once his arms release me, I dash through the curtain and scream for Beast. To my surprise, it isn’t Beast who comes to my rescue . It’s Ryder. “Jesus Christ, beauty, what’s the matter?” he asks, staring behind me. I don’t have to look to see who’s coming onto the stage. Ryder’s red face, flaring nostrils, and protruding veins in his neck tell me it’s Sailor. “Motherfucker,” Ryder spits. “Did he hurt you?” he asks, already walking to Sailor.
“No,” I blurt, taking his arm and pulling him back to me. “Ryder, please. Don’t,” I plead.
Ryder looks down to me. “I’ll fucking kill him. You say the words, and it’s done,” he vows.
“I know, but he’s not worth you rotting away in the penitentiary . Come on. I need a drink,” I persuade, nodding to the bar. Even though I want nothing more than to rinse Starlet’s nastiness from my back, I need to calm Ryder down. Dragging him to the bar, he keeps his eyes on Sailor, sending a silent warning to keep his distance from his possession—me. Pouring us a glass of vodka and cranberry juice, I ask him, “Are you sticking around here all night?”
“I planned on staying until your performance was finished. Then, I thought we could go back to my place,” he answers, finally averting his eyes to me.
“Oh, yeah?” I wiggle my brows, hoping to allay his anger. Thankfully, I get the response I was aiming for.
The corners of his lips twitch as I cross my eyes , and stick my tongue out while continuing to wiggle my brows. “This is a side of you I haven’t seen yet,” he laughs.
“Yeah, well, I’ve never cared about making someone else happy,” I shrug.
“What is it with him and you anyway? What’s your history with him?” Sipping my drink, I look around to make sure no one is within hearing range. “Sailor is the one who introduced me into the world of BDSM. He was my first and only master, until you.”
“Go on,” Ryder urges, thoroughly interested in mine and Sailor’s past.
“We were together for an entire year before I discovered he was a married man. Not only was he married and living a double life, which I had no clue about, he and his wife were expecting their second child. As soon as I found out I was his secret sub, I ended things between us,” I explain, finishing my drink.
“Did you love him?”
“Unfortunately, I did,” I answer, honestly.
“And now?”
Why do I feel like I’m under investigation? “Now, I feel nothing for him. Enough of the drilling. What about you? You said you got burned, what happened?” Standing from the barstool, he leans over the bars and kisses my head. “That’s a story for another day, beauty. Right now, I’m going to help Beast move the tables for the party this evening. You go ahead and practice. I give you my word he won’t come within ten feet of that
Taking a few steps back and tossing my hands out in surrender, I shake my head. “No explanation needed, Sailor, none whatsoever. I couldn’t care less who you dip your dick in,” I affirm.
“No? Then why do you look like you’re going to be sick? Admit it, baby, you wish that were you my cock was buried in,” he pants, half grinning.
“Believe me when I tell you I have no desire to have your adulterous dick anywhere near my body.” Turning my back on him, I walk toward the stage, only to be stopped when Sailor leaps and captures me with his massive arms, grinding his Starlet coated erection into my back. “This is yours, baby, but you can only keep a man waiting for so long. What you won’t do for your master, another bitch will,” he whispers into my ear.
“You are not my fucking master, Sailor. You’ve been replaced. Now, get the fuck off me,” I roar, ramming my elbow into the side of his ribcage.
Once his arms release me, I dash through the curtain and scream for Beast. To my surprise, it isn’t Beast who comes to my rescue . It’s Ryder. “Jesus Christ, beauty, what’s the matter?” he asks, staring behind me. I don’t have to look to see who’s coming onto the stage. Ryder’s red face, flaring nostrils, and protruding veins in his neck tell me it’s Sailor. “Motherfucker,” Ryder spits. “Did he hurt you?” he asks, already walking to Sailor.
“No,” I blurt, taking his arm and pulling him back to me. “Ryder, please. Don’t,” I plead.
Ryder looks down to me. “I’ll fucking kill him. You say the words, and it’s done,” he vows.
“I know, but he’s not worth you rotting away in the penitentiary . Come on. I need a drink,” I persuade, nodding to the bar. Even though I want nothing more than to rinse Starlet’s nastiness from my back, I need to calm Ryder down. Dragging him to the bar, he keeps his eyes on Sailor, sending a silent warning to keep his distance from his possession—me. Pouring us a glass of vodka and cranberry juice, I ask him, “Are you sticking around here all night?”
“I planned on staying until your performance was finished. Then, I thought we could go back to my place,” he answers, finally averting his eyes to me.
“Oh, yeah?” I wiggle my brows, hoping to allay his anger. Thankfully, I get the response I was aiming for.
The corners of his lips twitch as I cross my eyes , and stick my tongue out while continuing to wiggle my brows. “This is a side of you I haven’t seen yet,” he laughs.
“Yeah, well, I’ve never cared about making someone else happy,” I shrug.
“What is it with him and you anyway? What’s your history with him?” Sipping my drink, I look around to make sure no one is within hearing range. “Sailor is the one who introduced me into the world of BDSM. He was my first and only master, until you.”
“Go on,” Ryder urges, thoroughly interested in mine and Sailor’s past.
“We were together for an entire year before I discovered he was a married man. Not only was he married and living a double life, which I had no clue about, he and his wife were expecting their second child. As soon as I found out I was his secret sub, I ended things between us,” I explain, finishing my drink.
“Did you love him?”
“Unfortunately, I did,” I answer, honestly.
“And now?”
Why do I feel like I’m under investigation? “Now, I feel nothing for him. Enough of the drilling. What about you? You said you got burned, what happened?” Standing from the barstool, he leans over the bars and kisses my head. “That’s a story for another day, beauty. Right now, I’m going to help Beast move the tables for the party this evening. You go ahead and practice. I give you my word he won’t come within ten feet of that
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