Rock Hard

But I wasn’t. This was reality—my master Seth was now my husband, and he had claimed me as his. He had taken my pussy virginity and my ass virginity, and I was only ever going to be his.

No one could hurt us, not even Clara.

I would always be his pet but now I was also his wife, and he could play with my body and do whatever he wanted to me, now and always. But he could also whisper sweet nothings in my ear and tell me he loves me, after he squeezes my ass and fucks me with that big cock of his.

It was sweet, but it was also sexy. A mix of everything I could possibly dream up in my fantasy, but it was real life. Even in the midst of a pandemic, we had found love with each other and could handle whatever life threw at us.

We had each other, and we had our love of music, and our empire we were building together financially. Plus, we had our adorable little baby boy.

And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

THE END

Rockstar’s Secret Baby

Chapter One - Stephanie

No one noticed me hurrying through the office. The entire way down the hall and then not the elevator, nary a head popped up from behind the acres of cloth and metal constituting the cubicle farm. It had been cheaper, at the beginning, to get an ‘open concept’ space. Only the executives got windows or doors. Mine had a view of the bay.

I reached the ground floor and hurried for my car. The garment bag already hung in the back, the protruding hook hung over the emergency bar right behind the driver’s seat, so it wouldn’t obstruct my vision while driving. I still had fifteen minutes, and I knew I could make it.

At least, I’d better make it; My little sister was getting married, and come hell or high water, I would be there to celebrate with her.

I arrived with plenty of time, snatched the garment bag out of the back, and rushed to the bathroom. It was somehow colder inside than outside, the gray cinder blocks doing a bang-up job of keeping all the warmth out there.

As far as park bathrooms went, it was one of the worst I’d ever seen, to be fair it was built in the 90s when efficiency was the thing, psychological well-fare be damned. Then again, it was either that or strip off in front of my family and friends, and I knew which I preferred.

Decked out in my maid-of-honor finery, I hauled ass to the bridal tent, matching heels held in my hand for better movement on the soft grass.

When I stepped inside, the sight that met me took my breath away. “Oh, wow!”

“Thanks,” Jonna gushed.

I’d gotten so used to her being my baby sister, I barely noticed that she’d grown up, but by golly, had she ever. She had a baby of her own now, and a VERY soon-to-be husband, and she looked radiant, glowing with the love she reflected.

Confident, but still holding my hand, Jonna went to meet her destiny.

“You got this,” I whispered.

She was shaking with excitement, and probably a bit of nerves. It was a big step to be sure, but I had her back, and I knew she was ready.

The music started up, and I walked a few paces ahead of her, keeping well apace, until I was up at the altar. After a few more moments, along with some “oohs” and “ahs” from the crowd, she was safely beside her man. There was a pang in my chest.

We didn’t see each other every day or anything, but it was going to be even less after she was married. It was time for me to try and let go as well. That was just the way things were, everyone has to grow up and find their own path.

And at least she was in good hands. Despite my initial misgivings, Seth turned out to be a wonderful guy. Definitely very unlike the majority of the heavy metal types he surrounded himself with, all long hair and attitude. He had been in a band once too, of course, but had left that behind years ago. If anything, he was a businessman in his adulthood. Even our Mom and Dad approved of him, despite the age difference.

I stuck to the sidelines during the reception. Mom and Dad were mingling, and I wanted to leave Jonna and Seth to themselves and little Casey. They really were a beautiful little family. The raging monster of envy raised its ugly head, only to be pounded back down again with the mighty hammer of maturity.

It was fine, I was used to being alone. My last relationship had been months before, and had ended in spectacular fashion. As much as my heart, as well as other parts, drew me to it, I was not looking for love.