“I’m sorry, Ihad to see what was going on! Ididn’t want to wake—”
“When have Iever said you shouldn’t wake me? Why would you need to hear what was going on from a bloody liar? You should’ve woken me and asked me for the truth, point-blank.”
I nod rapidly. “I know.”
“I never want to wake up thinking you’ve left me again, Baby. It’s like you don’t know who you belong to.”
“I do. Ipromise it won’t happen again.”
“It won’t. And I’ll make sure you don’t forget, because I’m going to punish you. Now.”
Wildfire spreads underneath my skin, and my anxiety skyrockets. Even though a punishment from Jett is typically my favorite thing on the planet, panic sets in. Not really because he’s never been this upset with me before, mainly because I’m fucking working!Jesus.
“Here? Are you serious? That's so unprofessional! I’m working and the walls of the trailer are so—”
“Then do that thing with the fans and the white noise, because I’m not fucking leaving. Lock the door and follow me.”
My hands shake, and my head buzzes as Ilock the door, turn the fan on high, and turn on Bluetooth to the loudest possible white noise. As Iturn and walk towards the back of the trailer, where the tiny bedroom is, Isee Jett standing in front of the bed, whipping off his black leather belt. Iaudibly gulp.
“My little princess is never going to leave me like that again. Iwas terrified. Ithought you were leaving me. Ithought maybe you’d been taken.”
Taken?Dear god, we’re not living in a Liam Neeson movie. Iguess that’s why we’re perfect together. I’ve been known as the ultimate drama queen since before Icould even speak, and Jett is by far the most dramatic boy onthe planet. Well, that and a few other things make him perfect for me, like how wet Ibecome as he folds his belt and smacks the two sides together.
He throws it on the bed, yanks down my leggings and underwear, and folds me until my face is in the mattress and my ass is facing up as Isoak the edge of the bed. Ialways thought Iwas pretty normal, or at least the most normal person in my family,but it turns out Iwaspretty incorrect. The way my eyes roll back as the leather slaps hard against my ass cheek proves that immediately.
He grabs my hair into ponytail formation and tugs, my burning face lifting from the mattress. “Say you won’t leave again, not like that. Never.”
Hopefully, my voice sounds more sincere and less slutty, but Ifeel equal parts of both. “I love you and Itrust you and Iwill never leave again, I’ll wake you up before Ileave, no matter what fucking time it is!” Another swift spank from the belt, and Imoan towards the paper-thin wall like I’m a crazy person.Fuck it.
“You trust me enough to dothat?”
I turn my head to see what he's looking at. He tilts his head toward the tiny nightstand, which has my birth control teetering on the edge, hovering over an equally tiny garbage can. He knows the pills flying into the trash won’t magically knock me up today. Iknow he doesn’t really want thatnow. I, in fact,wasa baby on a tour bus at one point in time. My parents wouldn’t want that for us; it nearly broke them.
This is about proving Iknow his loyalty lies with me, showing that Iknow his ridiculous breeding kink has nothing to do with securing a place at the throne of rock and roll. Because Iknow that if he were doing this for the wrong reasons, if he were ever unfaithful, he’d be knocked from that throne so fast, banished from the palace entirely. He knows it, and Iknow it. He has no plan to ever do that to me, and Ifeel that in my bones.Fuck that bitch.
I reach my arm out and bat that little packet of pink pills straight into the trash. He groans, and the belt slaps against my skin several more times, my head floating to the clouds. The looped belt hovers over my head and is now around my neck. The heady rush of desire is sick and twisted,Iget it,but the firm pressure doesn’t hurt or cut my airflow. Itdoesmake me feel well andproperlyowned,though, and Ilove that. Igrow even wetter as Ihear a zipper rush downwards and feel the cross dragging across my entrance.
“Someonelikesbeing punished.” The belt tightens, and Imoan as he spanks my ass, eight times, of course, before sliding Keane all the way inside in one swift thrust. “Someone wants to be called a good girl, but you weren’t, so now you’re going to be stuffed full and bred like a little slut. But you want that too, don’t you?” Iwhine so Idon’t scream. “You are so fuckingmineit’s not even funny.” He grips my hips hard and fucks me so deeply that my inner walls are already clenching around him.
“You were so angry this morning because someone else wantedthis,as if she’s the only one who wants what you have. Maybe I’ll continue fucking you into submission until you realise, Iown you, and you own me, and their desires meannothing to me.Nothing toyou.They might want me to fuck them, but—” He slams into me harder, using each thrust to punctuate his words, “This. Cock. It’s only. Yours. To come on. Now cum.”
The demand, the rough tug on the belt, and the hand that slides off my hips so his fingers press so hard on my clit, the ownership. It’s all too much, and Ilose control, a blinding orgasm hitting me so hard that Iscream as loud as Idid in the woods. His hand slips off the slack of the belt to cover my mouth, and the scorching white heat takes over every cell as Ishake and shudder. He never stops slamming into me, but when he can finally take his hand off my mouth, he grasps both my hips tightly, driving into me so deeply that Igroan and sparks fly into my vision.
“Say you’re mine, say it, and I’ll fill your greedy little cunt with the cum everyone wants, and only you can have.”
I’m needy, and I’m delirious, and “I’m yours. Fill me, Daddy, please.” Isound so desperate and pathetic. He has no choice but to explode inside me, painting me, claiming me as he does again and again. He bites my earlobe, and a shuddering breath hits my ear, and Icome again, just from that, just from being his.
Best. Punishment. Ever.
He pulls out of me and flips me over, fucks his seed deeper inside of me, and pulls out again. He shoves my knees to my ears like that first timehe fucked me, the reverence on his face being worth every ounce of today’s bullshit.
“Who has their cunt stuffed full of my DNA, Baby? The only one Iwant to have my babies?”
My lashes flutter. “Me.”
His puffy lips are hot in my ear, “I would never even risk coming in someone else like this, Baby. Inever could do it. Iwas the pull-outking.But with you, Ibegged, on that first day. The desire to breed you and make you mine, to have you make my babies, it was instant and unhinged. I’d never felt that urge before. If people think that’s because of who your dad is, they’re mental. It’s because you’ve always been mine, you just didn’t know it.”
“Now Ido.” Ismile lazily as he kisses me so softly and slowly before he gets up to clean me. He even redresses me and brushes out my hair. And Icannotbelieve Ijust did that on set.
