A rougher exchange in an abandoned building 🏚️ (Chapter 7 Sneak Peak) (Patreon)

"If I'm on stage, then where are you?” His attention swings to me. It heats my skin, but cools my veins.

The question conjures up a vision of some other reality. One where the building we're in is packed and the energy is electric.

One where he is on stage, playing his heart out and being a master of the crowd while I stand in the front row, my voice becoming hoarse from screaming his lyrics along with everyone else…

"I guess... I'd be in the crowd.”

He contemplates my words for a moment with another smoky exhale. He tilts his head to look at the cobwebbed, graffitied vaulted ceilings.

"Nah... I think I see you backstage.”

"Backstage? What, with all the other desperate groupies?” I meant it in jest, but the moment it leaves my mouth, I feel the air in the space between us spark.

I steal his attention from the destroyed ceiling, and I almost don't know what to do with the intensity of it.

"You got a problem with being my groupie?” His tongue darts out to play with the silver ring in his lip. "Cause I don’t."

His words pin me until I can't move. The only thing I'm aware of in my body is the heavy, thudding muscle in my chest.

“…I don't have a problem with it either.” I manage to say after a few heavy beats.

He slips his vape pen in his pocket and turns to me, his gaze more leering than I'd ever seen since I've known him.

"Yeah? You wouldn't have a problem with me using you like a little slut after my shows?"

Breath leaves me with a big 'whoosh', and I'm too stunned by his words to speak.

A lopsided, cocky grin comes to him. The air around us becomes too damp, too humid suddenly, despite the chill of autumn outside.

"Why do you look so surprised, kitten?”

He stands from his seat and approaches me, closing the gap until his hands on either side of my thighs, gripping the edge of my seat.

"I- I just wasn't expecting you to call me that.”

"Call you what? A slut?”

The word comes out with a slight bite, his teeth click when he enunciates the word.

"You said so yourself... You wouldn't have a problem with it…" He never stops staring into my eyes as he steps closer, wedging himself between my thighs which have suddenly started to quiver slightly.

"Waiting around for me in the back, thinking about all the ways I'm going to use you when I'm off stage…" He drops his voice, and the quivering travels to my lips.

“Nothing more than a mindless, desperate, wet, little toy for me to stick my dick in after a long night…" He grins. "Would you like that kitten? For me to degrade you?”

I nod slowly, swallowing thickly as I watch his hand leave my side and fall on my knee.

"How'd I fucking know?” He grins even wider now, pushing his hand up my skirt until he reaches the apex of my thighs.

"There's no warning, no slow, sensual path up my legs. He just does it."

I gasp when he feels the space between my legs.

His knuckles brush against the damp fabric covering my pussy and the light brush ripples through me.

We both realize at the same time that I'm wearing panties under my skirt.

I had been for the last few weeks, despite him explicitly telling me not to.

"What's this?” He roughly hooks his fingers around the thin, wet fabric. He pulls it taut, almost to the point of ripping them, but not quite.

"My... My panties."

"I thought I told you I don't want you wearing these to work anymore."

"I-I just thought you were kidding."

"Yeah? Is that it?” He feigns a pout and mocks my voice, pitching his higher and making me sound more whiny than I am. "Or did you think it would be more fun to be a little brat?"

"No I-“ His other hand grips my jaw tightly, his fingers sink deep into my skin, the beginning sears of pain start to throb in my face.

"You know why I told you no panties ?"

He's squeezing my face so tightly, I can't move my jaw. I can't respond, but he doesn't want me to. He wants me to listen.

"I told you no panties, because I want easy access to this slutty, dripping, little cunt, any time I want it."

A rush of pleasure shudders through me at his words, and his eyes flash with delight.

"But I don't have easy access to it right now. Do I?"

I try to shake my head no, a whimper escapes my throat.

"No... I don't."

"But Bryce get's easy access to this pussy, doesn't he?” A humorless laugh barks out of him. "I didn’t forget how you were throwing yourself all over him when he came to visit..."

"But I don't like to share…" He muses, never letting his eyes leave mine. "So now, I have something in the way of what I need right now, and that doesn't make me very happy, kitten..."

He tugs my panties with a harsh yank, the small sound of ripping fabric makes my clit throb.

He chuckles darkly, looking down at me with hooded eyes.

Under the buzzing lights, the sharp, handsome planes of his face look so striking. So captivating. I lean forward when his gaze falls on my lips.

My mouth is a breath away from his when he painfully squeezes my jaw, just enough to snap me out of whatever lustful daze I'm in.

He pulls my head back, and barks a laugh.

"Oh my god, were you... Were you trying to kiss me?"

Embarrassment wells up in my chest hotly, but arousal is hot on it's heels when his sexy, condescending laughter peels out in echoes around us.

"Fuck. I didn't realize how desperate you were for it…” He turns his attention to the scraps of my panties in his hand. ”I mean, I can feel how wet your panties are, but you're so needy, huh?"

“Yeah..." I squeak, starting to feel soreness in the points where his fingers sink into my skin.

"I know kitten... You really wanna put your lips on me?” He quirks a brow and I hold my breath, waiting for his next words. And when they come, relief washes over my skin like a sweet balm.

”Then suck me. Get on your knees like a good little slut."