Nick loops an arm around my waist and tugs me to his side. “Hands off. Get your own angel. This one’s mine to dirty up with all the devilish things I can think of. Aren’t you, Dove?”
Thank God the lights are flashing in a dark room, or my cheeks would be shining cherry red for all to see. I nod and sidle up to his chest.
The conversation changes quickly and drinks are ordered. I sip on a whiskey and 7UP, my new favorite drink in the entire world, and sway to the music. Until all of a sudden, I’m being led by Nick, the lights around me flashing, the music thundering inside my heart. Nick walks me up a set of stairs to a DJ’s booth.
“What do you want to sing, Dove?” Nick gestures to an iPad that has songs listed from a prerecorded track of songs.
“What is this? What are you talking about?” I ask, not sure what’s going on.
“Karaoke. You’re gonna use that songbird voice of yours and show these people the God-given gift you have. Spread your wings, baby. Try something new.” He beams.
As the mention of what he just said takes hold of my liquor-infused brain, the floor falls out beneath my feet.
Chapter Eighteen
Saddle Dive–Variation of Airplane Pose (Sanskrit: Dekasana)
Aerial yoga participants often feel like they are defying gravity as so many of the asanas are done above the ground. This pose in particular gives the yogi the feeling of taking flight. It’s an intense shoulder and upper body stretch. This position will help teach balance and work your core. Beginning yogis start with the silks stretched out across the abdomen, hips, and some of the quads until their body is ready for a more intense stretch.
HONOR
“Baby, it’s not a big deal. You’ve got the pipes. Just close your eyes and pretend like you’re singing in the shower,” Nick offers what I feel is rather terrible advice.
Something inside me snaps. I can feel my nostrils flaring as I size up my boyfriend. How could he do this to me without asking? Drag me up on stage as if singing in front of a crowd is not a huge, momentous occasion. I hope he can feel the heat from the laser beams I’m shooting him. His lip curls, and his sex-laced pucker forms across his lips. With one of his hands, he cups his package suggestively.
Through my anger, I clench my teeth and point at his chest…hard. “How dare you!” I whisper angrily. “My singing is not something I’m ready to share with the masses. When I sing, it’s private. For you, and you alone.” Adding pressure, I dig my pointer finger into his sternum. Take that!
“Ouch, babe. Lay off. Relax.” Nick grabs my hand and twists it behind my back, forcing my upper body to connect with his. A little of the tension within me eases away at our shared proximity. God, I love and hate that about him. He can manipulate my body and mind with a single touch.
Nick’s eyes turn hard, and he uses the darker, more dominant tone that makes my panties wet and turns my mind into a puddle of mush. “You will do this, Honor.” That tone sears through me, and I want to beg for a single ounce of pain I know his hand can gift me.
Even irate, I’m at a loss for how to proceed. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I’m scared. “Nick.” I say his name with a warning—against what, I’m uncertain.
Twisting me into a position behind the curtain, away from any onlookers, he corners me in a dark cubby. Once there, he makes quick work of the top three buttons of my blouse, easing his hand in between the fabric and under my bra, where he takes my nipple between two fingers. With force and intent, his fingers act like tiny little clamps, pinching the tender flesh in an iron grip.
I moan and tremble against the onslaught of pleasure, going perfectly slack against his form. His command over my body and my mind is unbelievable. In this moment, I’d do anything to please him and, therefore, please myself. Ever since he started introducing me to small amounts of D/s play in the physical sense, I’ve been able to let go. Release the anxiety and fears inside me, giving it all up to him. I allow Nick to take care of me, learn what I need, and give it to me in all things. Before him, I didn’t know this type of connection with another person existed. He understands my need for pain, for release, giving him the power to mold me into his willing and worshipped submissive.
“That’s right.” His dark stare locks me into compliance. “You are going to do this for me but, more importantly, for you. Show the world how talented my girl is. And when you have, I’m going to take you home, make you cry, and fuck your remaining fears away. Got it?” He pinches the erect flesh until I cry out with the burning pain. No one hears because the music is too loud, and Nick muffles my scream with his sinful mouth.
He flicks his tongue against mine, invading my mouth with deep, draining kisses. All along he tweaks and pinches my nipple until my body is no longer my own. My hips are grinding, my pelvis aching to drag along his firm length, all but begging to be taken. In a flash, he pulls away, removing his hand and putting me back together one button at a time. I pout, not wanting to be dressed but rather taken out of this bar and undressed.
“You ready to sing for me, baby?”
I nod because right now, I’d do anything for this man.
“Words, Dove.”
My vision is blurry as he cups my face and lays a series of kisses from my
