Hate Me Today (Save Me #3) (13 page)

Vanessa

The noise from the crowd is still ten octaves above what my ears consider normal when I push my way into the dressing room. Jason’s arms circle around my waist, burying his head in the crook of my neck as I giggle. He bites down on my skin causing me to scream out in surprise. Jason pushes me further into the room, shutting the door with his foot as he presses my chest against the closest wall. I reach over my head, grabbing the collar of his sweaty shirt and pull it over his head. My skin burns where he grazes his fingers under my shirt. Just as my shirt starts to lift someone clears their throat from behind us. I scream and spin in Jason’s arms. Jason doesn’t move, but his eyes get really wide. For half a second, when my eyes hit Jason’s tattooed skin, I forget that we aren’t alone. Until I look over his shoulder and find my two very shocked looking parents.

“Shit.” I mumble against his skin.

My mother clutches one hand to her pearls, the other over her mouth. Close to looking like she’s going to cry because of her whore daughter. I actually look around her, half expecting to see a bible handy to smack me with, but am thankful that I don’t see one. I’ve been hit with one before and I don’t feel like being thumped tonight. Jason reaches to grab his shirt but I stop him. Not for the selfish reason that I love looking at him shirtless, but because he shouldn’t have to. He just got off stage, he’s hot and sweaty. His shirt is usually the first thing to go when he gets back here if it doesn’t come off on stage. I should have known I wouldn’t make it out of Georgia unscathed. The wrath of my father can be felt from across the room as he glares at me.

“What are you guys doing here?”

Ignoring my question, my father starts to rant. “Is this how we raised you? To shake your ass provocatively for thousands of people and then come back here and throw yourself at this…,” his eyes drift to Jason, skimming over his tattooed body in disgust, “this delinquent.”

“Excuse me?” I seethe. “First of all
, you didn’t raise me; a Polynesian nanny and boarding school supervisors did. Swooping in when I was sixteen because I was sick doesn’t mean you raised me. And secondly, this delinquent you are talking about is one of the smartest, kindest, most sincere people I’ve ever met.”

Without missing a beat, my mother joins in. “We paid your way. You had anything you could ever dream of and more.” Her gaze drops to the new ink on my wrist. Turning her nose up in disgust at Jason’s body that is covered as well. “We definitely did not raise you to think body modification was
OK.”

Without thinking I open my mouth
, “Yeah, well, then you probably don’t want to know that I have pentagrams tattooed on the inside of both thighs. They’re perfectly placed so when Jason’s head is buried between my thighs, he can use them as ear muffs. In fact, I bet he hears the devil whispering to him while I’m screaming his name in ecstasy.”

Jason’s back hits the wall,
and out of the corner of my eye I see his body wrack with laughter, his face hidden in the crook of his arm. My mother shrieks, my father’s face turns bright red with anger as he stomps toward the door, pulling my mother along behind him. Stopping, he turns around and pins me with his glare again.

“Sooner or later, you’re going to realize that the best place for you, is at home where we can take care of you. Since you don’t seem to care about your health at all anymore.”

“And one way or another,” I growl, “you’re going to realize that I’m an adult. You are no longer welcome around me until you can realize that I make my own choices.”

The door slams behind them, leaving me alone with a still hysterical, half naked Jason. Forgetting everything that just happened, I press my hands flat against his chest, thumbs strumming over the titanium bars in his nipples. His back arches slightly into my hands, encouraging me to continue.

“Well if I had any chance of them ever liking me, it went out the window with the pentagram ear muffs comment.”

The laughter hitches in his chest, coming out more as a groan when I drop my mouth and tug at the bar with my teeth. His head falls back, thumping against the wall. Leaning up on my toes, I kiss a path from his chest to his ear.

“Good thing nobody needs to like you but me in this situation,” I whisper, my voice husky with need.

Before I have a chance to think Jason has me hoisted up, charging toward the couch. He hovers over me when he lays me back, eyes raking over every inch of my body as he pulls my shirt over my head.

His tongue skims over my hip bone, trailing a path up my body until he swirls it over my lace covered nipples. Driving me crazy, he traces his finger over the waistband of my shorts, knowing exactly where I need him but not giving in. I whimper and feel him smile against my skin. Cocky asshole knows just what he’s doing.

“Do you need something, Vanessa?”

I grab his hand, trying to move it to the exact place I want him to be, but he’s stronger than I am and doesn’t even budge. I know he’s waiting for me to beg him, but I don’t feel like begging tonight. Instead, I decide to tease him in a way I know will drive him insane.

Pressing my hands against his chest, I push him back so I can slide out from underneath him. I lock the door, thankful that someone hadn’t already walked in on us with my shirt off. Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra
and let it fall to the floor as I slip my shoes off.

I run my fingers down my body, stopping only long enough to cup my breasts before I slide them down to my cut off shorts. Jason groans and starts to step toward me but I pull my hand off the button of my shorts and tell him to stop, drop his pants
, and sit down. He does exactly as I say so I continue what I was doing. I pop the button free of the hole and shimmy out of the rest of my clothes. He wraps his hand around his thick cock, stroking roughly as he watches me walk back to him.

I drop to my knees, situating myself between his thighs and run my hands up them. I can tell he thinks he knows where I’m going with my hands but he’s sadly mistaken. I stop a few inches from his cock, trailing my fingers over his hips. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the tip because I can’t help myself. Jason’s hips buck up, trying to get more of his cock into my mouth, but I pull back. I slide my hand down my body, running my fingers through the wetness between my thighs.
I drop my head back and moan as I circle my clit, doing exactly what Jason was teasing me with a few minutes ago. Letting go of his leg, I fall back against the floor and ride my fingers while he watches. My body tightens and I’m so close to coming when my hand gets ripped away, instantly replaced by Jason’s thicker fingers and his tongue on my clit.

“Shit!” I screech. My entire body bows off the floor as his fingers pump into me, coaxing my orgasm from me.

I fall back against the rug, breathing rapidly. Jason crawls up my body, framing my head with his arms. Above my head I hear the sound of a condom being ripped open and he reaches down with one hand, rolling it on.

“
Such a tease,” he mumbles against my collarbone.

I wrap my arms around his back, dragging my fingernails across his skin.
“You started this.” I shutter as he works himself into me.

“Yeah, I did.” He nips at my ear. “I plan on finishing it too.”

He slides slowly in and out of me, hitching my leg over his hip. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jason do anything slow and I’m starting to think he’s doing it just to drive me crazy. It’s working too.

“So I don’t think I heard the devil whispering to me while I was down there but I do believe I heard you screaming my name.”

I rock my hips against him, trying to get him to pick up his lazy pace. “Really? We’re going to talk about this right now?”

Jason

It takes everything not to laugh at the frustrated tone in Vanessa’s voice and all my willpower not to slam into her like I really want to. This slow pace is killing me and I know it’s driving her insane. I drop my face into the crook of her shoulder so she can’t see my face when I bite my lip to keep from laughing. I hold back a groan when she tightens herself around my cock.

“You’re killing me, Jason.”

Her words slip out along with a moan. Her back arches, allowing me to slide my arms under her, wrapping my hands around the back of her shoulders so I can hold her in place.

“How am I killing you, baby? I thought this was what you wanted. I thought you liked the slow, drawn out strokes I’m giving you. I thought you wanted me inside you but if not I can finish up on my own
-”

“No. No, don’t you dare stop. I need you inside me but I don’t want it soft and slow. I want it hard. I want you to hold me down and take what you want from me. I want to give you anything and everything you are willing to take from me.”

I pull back so I’m looking at her again, never stopping my hips. “What are you saying?”

Vanessa rolls her eyes at me, thrusting her hips up to meet mine.
“What I’m saying is this; I know you don’t do this slow and easy shit you think you’re mastering right now. I’ve never seen you do anything slow and we both know that no matter how good this might feel, it’s not going to get either of us where we want to be. I like rough, Jason. I like being manhandled, being told what to do. I might look like I’m going to break but I promise if it starts to get to be too much for me, I’ll put a stop to it.”

I sit back on my heels and stop moving but circle her clit with my thumb.

“I can see it in your eyes, Jason. I can tell you’re holding back on me and I don’t like it. I’m lying here completely open for you to do whatever you want, to take what you want from me and you’re hesitating because you’re afraid you’re going to do something you like and end up hurting me.”

I’m stuck in my head because she’s right, as much as I want that, I am scared I’m going to hurt her. Before I can manage to make my voice work again, she pull
s away from me, gets up and starts to walk away. Leaning forward, I rest my fists against the floor, my painfully hard dick still throbbing.

“I will hurt you, Vanessa. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Poor breakable fucking Vanessa…,” she mutters. I can barely hear the words as she grabs a bottle of water. Her hands shake as she tips it back against her lips.

She grabs her clothes off the floor while I’m still on my knees trying to figure out how to fix this. Vanessa’s hand rests on the door to the bathroom but she turns back to me, completely
naked, pussy glistening in the light and shakes her head.

“I didn’t think anything would hurt as bad as when Zach had me held against the wall but I was wrong and you were right. You can hurt me, you just did. Being rejected by you hurt more than anything physical you ever could have done to me.”

“Stop,” I bite out, allowing my mouth to run faster than my brain.

She hesitates just inside the bathroom but she does what I say. Standing, I make my way over to her and pull her hand from the door.
I trail my fingers down her bare back, stopping at the sexy as hell dimples above her ass. Her head drops, hair cascading over her shoulders.

“There is one hell of a big difference between me rejecting you and me being scared of hurting you. Since the day I met you, you’ve been one hell of a mouthy bitch. I never would have thought for a second that you would want to be dominated. It threw me for a loop and for that I apologize.”

My hands grip her hips, pulling her back against me. My cock settles between her ass cheeks. I rock against her and she whimpers.

“My being mouthy probably won’t change but I like it when you’re in control. Not having to think about anything other than what you tell me to do. Being there for you to do whatever you want but knowing that if I say stop, you’ll stop
; that’s all the control I need. All that I want. I can see in your eyes that you have a need to control things the same way I want to be able to give it up.”

“What if I told you I wasn’t dominant enough for that?” I ask, running my lips across her shoulders.

She sighs, her head dropping until her chin is against her chest. “I’d tell you that you were lying to yourself. It’s one thing to lie about it to other people about it, but to lie to yourself means you’re denying yourself what you really need.”

Well, fuck. When the hell did she start seeing through me?

“What if I want to try something you’re uncomfortable with?” I spin her around. Cupping her cheek, I lift her face so she’s looking into my eyes.

“I’ll tell you I’m uncomfortable but that won’t stop me from trying it. If it’s too much for me, I’ll tell you. But I want you to push my boundaries, test my limits and teach me things I would have never known I could love without you. I know what I need, Jason.”

In the back of my mind I’m still worried that I’m going to hurt her or that she’s going to want me to hurt her. Petrified I’ll take it too far and ruin everything we’ve worked on to get to this point.

Vanessa’s hand glides up my chest, wrapping around the back of my neck.
“Stop overthinking. I don’t need you to collar me. I don’t need you to beat me or anything like that. I don’t need you to claim ownership of me or call me your submissive. I don’t need you to punish me. That’s not what this is about. All I need is for you to take control. I want to be able to let go when I’m with you. If you want to tie me up, do it. If you want to use toys on me, go for it. I’m more than willing to drop to my knees right now and call you Sir if that’s what you need. But I need for you to tell me what you want.”

The mention of being called Sir has my cock throbbing with the need to be back inside her but just when I’m about to give in Mandi bangs on the door, effectively cutting me off by telling me the bus was leaving in ten minutes.
Vanessa pulls back, dropping her hand from my neck and I instantly miss the feel of her touching me. She drags her clothes back on while I stand there looking like an idiot with my dick in my hand.

“Saved by the assistant,” she jokes. “Guess that gives you some time to decide what you want.”

She side steps, trying to get around me to leave but I reach out and grab her, forcing her between the wall and my body. Pushing all my fears out of my mind I grab her hands, pinning them above her head.

“You want to give me control over your body? Push you until the only thing you’re thinking about is what I’m doing to you?” She nods her head rapidly but at this point I need more than just the physical gesture. “Don’t just nod your head anymore. Tell me if that’s what you actually want.”

Her entire body trembles against me. “Yes. That’s what I want.”

“Good. What about the bus, what if I want you on the bus where I know people will hear you scream. What about there?”

She seems to think about it for a second. I know she’s wondering what Devon and Jack will say if she starts screaming from the back room.

“If that’s what you want, then take me on the bus.”

“Good. Go to the back room, strip and wait for me on your knees.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I watch her leave the dressing room in a hurry as I pull my jeans back on. I’m not sure if I can be everything she needs but I’m going to try and give her this. I guess if it doesn’t work, we’ll try something different. Until then, anything goes, right? I climb the steps to the bus and the first thing my eyes are drawn to is the closed door at the end of the hall. I completely miss the smirks on both Jack and Devon’s face.

“Vanessa just streaked by here like a bat out of hell, what did you do now?”

The corner of my mouth perks up with all the possibilities running through my mind. Without taking my eyes off the door, I make my way to the drawer under my bunk, grab a few things and turn back to the guys.

“Nothing yet but you may want to put some headphones on.”

They both howl with laughter but reach for their ear buds. I make my way down the hall and push the door open just far enough that I can slip through the door without them seeing Vanessa.

I have to stop and stare. Vanessa in the center of the floor, naked and on her knees, head bowed is the probably the most erotic thing I have ever seen. She doesn’t move, doesn’t look up or speak.

“If you want me to push you, you are most likely going to tell me to stop but I won’t. What are you going to say if I absolutely need to stop?” I don’t plan on ever letting it get that far but just in case, I want the word.

“Princess,” she says without hesitating.

The word hits me like a sucker punch and every time I ever called her that runs through my mind, reminding me of how much of an asshole I actually am. I drop all but one thing from what’s in my hands onto the couch we had put back here instead of a bed. She still doesn’t move even though I know she heard the belt buckles clang together.

I step up behind her, running the leather from my belt over her skin and watch as her entire body trembles. Without me even asking she pushes both of her arms together behind her back. I wrap the belt around her upper arms, fastening them together.

I tug back on the belt so she’s sitting straight up and step around in front of her.

Vanessa

My hearts beating about a mile a minute as Jason trails his fingers across my collar bone and the scar there. I’m not sure where he’s going but the second he bound my arms behind me, everything else was pushed from my mind. There was no more worrying about what the next call from the doctor would say or if my parents were just going to randomly show up again. No more worrying about what the next single would be off the album or if I was doing well enough in Abby’s eyes. Right here, right now, as I sit back on my heels and wait for Jason’s next move, it’s just him that my focus is on. I know that whatever he says, I will do without hesitation. I told him I would try anything and I plan on sticking to my word.

I keep my head down, my eyes focused on his feet as he shuffles around me. Reaching up
, Jason cups my cheek and without thinking, I lean into him. He whispers a few words but I’m so focused on the feeling of his fingers on my skin that the only words I pick up on are “Beautiful” and “Sorry”.

Jason jerks my head up so I’m looking in his eyes. “Are you al
l right?”

“Yes.”

He leans down and kisses me, his tongue slipping between my lips. I whimper at the contact. Fingers tangle in my hair, tugging my head back as he straightens back up. At some point he had undone his pants, freeing himself again.

Jason runs his thumb along my lip, dipping it into my mouth and slides the tip of his cock between my lips. He tugs on my hair, pulling me further down his shaft. His hips pump back and forth, working roughly in and out of my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He stops, holding himself there until I start gagging and he pulls back, repeating the motion until my eyes are watering.

He pulls me to my feet, running his thumb under my eyes to wipe the tears away before telling me how amazing I am. I knew I wanted him to take charge but I never thought hearing someone tell me I was amazing for doing something would make me feel this good.

Reaching over
, he pulls another belt off the couch and slides it through his fingers. He hesitates just a second before reaching around and undoing my arms. After biting my lip, he pushes me down onto the couch, the cold leather sticking to my body. He grabs my left hand and my left foot, binding my wrist to my ankle, repeating the same thing on the right side and then drops down in front of me. My heels get propped up on the edge of the couch and Jason pushes my knees as far apart as he can get them.

He leans in, running his nose down my thigh before quickly swiping his tongue over my clit. My thighs quiver as he pulls a condom on and slides into me, filling me until I feel like I’m going to burst. He pulls back and slams into me rapidly, his thighs slapping off my ass as he pummels into me again and again.
I scream his name over and over when I come, my entire body bowing off the couch. Jason’s movements become jerky and I can’t do anything but lie there. He’s worn me out so well that I can’t even contract my muscles around him, but that doesn’t seem to matter, a few more thrusts and he’s cursing out a few choice words as he comes.

After he’s thrown the condom away, pulled his jeans back on and undone the belts on my legs, he lays back on the couch and pulls me over onto his chest. I try to move my exhausted body but it’s no use, there’s no moving going on.

He presses a kiss into the top of my head. “You all right?” he whispers into my hair.

I mumble some incoherent words. I’m pretty sure I get the word
"Good" out, but who knows. I’m still not thinking about anything but Jason; the way the black and gray of his tattoos swirl together. From a distance, they are gruesome and dark but when they are so close to me, they are comforting and I feel protected by them. I fall asleep against them knowing that as long as I’m close to them, I’ll be safe.