Page 118 of The Comedown

“I’m yours to do whatever you want to.”

I’m yours…

“Do you trust me?”

“Well, you’ve already cut me—”

I pull my shirt over my head, and Julian blinks up at me, his eyes trailing down my chest and middle.

“Okay, what the fuck is happening? My cock thinks we’re fucking, but my brain thinks we’re not? And now you’re shirtless which is also confusing as shit.” He frowns at his arms stuck to his sides, his elbows bowing as he tests the strength of the belt around his wrists. “Are you grilling me right now? Did I do something? Because since our first kiss, I haven’t kissed anyone else. I haven’t touched anyone else. I haven’t even looked at anyone else. I’m…” More confessions tumble out of him, and I have to spin around to hide a grin. He would be terrible in an interrogation.

Sitting back on his thighs, I drop my head to his shoulder, circling my hips.

“You know what men like you crave most?”

“Pussy,” comes out as a ragged confession, his choppy breath on my temple.

“Power. You don’t crave pussy; you crave pussy you can control.”

“That…is way too complicated for me right now. Say it slower, but keep repeating the word pussy.”

“See?” I kiss the side of his jaw, tracing the defined bone with my tongue. “Control. Power.”

“I’m just fucking around. I’m listening. Gimme a test later and I’ll ace that shit. Just, uh.” He ducks his head, trying to meet mine. “Come here real quick. Lemme get a taste.”

I tilt my head out of his reach, not slowing my hips once. Each rotation presses his cock into my back, and I feel him move under me, trying to meet my pace.

“Do you hear that? They’re calling you to the stage.” I’m sure everybody’s working as fast as they can to clear the smoke, but the fans are impatient. They’re positively rabid after what they just saw, and they’re not quiet about it. “Your team, your fans, they’re all calling for you, but you’re not out there. When you’re not out there, you’re not just letting them down, you’re letting the hundreds of people working the show down, too. When I bring up losing money, I’m not only talking about ours. It’s not just your income you’re jeopardizing, Julian.”

I hear his teeth grind together, and wince from the sound. If this were happening at any other time, Julian would be turning to his trusty vices to disconnect from the reality in which we live.

This might actually be his first time facing his mistakes and those affected by them. I don’t know how he’s going to take it either. A lap dance can only cover so much.

Collette

I lift my hips up, slowly sliding my shorts down my thighs.

“Your fans…they really wanted to see you tonight. Some of them traveled a long way just to watch you perform on stage. Some of them memorized every one of the lyrics of every one of your songs, along with your set list from previous shows, just so they could be in the moment with you, and have that real-time, in-person connection with you. Some of them are crying right now at the chance to see you. Some of them are crying right now because you’re not out there for them to see. Some of them will remember this night for the rest of their lives. And you can’t be bothered to even go out there.”

Kicking my shorts off, I settle back down between Julian’s toned thighs in nothing but my panties and lace bralette.

“So get the fuck off me so I can go make their wildest dreams come true.” He says it in complete monotone with a tinge of bitterness on the word dreams.

“That’s not how the game works,” I say, grabbing behind his neck to roll my hips down, then up, so he can both feel and see everything I’m doing.

“This ain’t a game. This is fucking torture.”

I sit forward, one hand on his thigh behind me, one on his knee in front of me, then sit lower, grinding my ass into his cock.

“How is it torture?”

“Because I want my fingers crammed up your pussy right now so I can feel you buck on top of my cock as I finger-fuck you, but you won’t let me.”

“Power,” I tsk.

“No, not for power. To enjoy the hell out of it.”

He strains behind me, not only testing the binds again, but also how close he can get to my back.