Rush

I watch her getting off on her own fingers, her moans meaning I can thrust deeper, all the way into her throat. Mine.

Mine.

Fucking mine.

I turn the shower off, pull my cock from her mouth and haul her to her feet. With water pouring off her, I march her over to the vanity. “Put both your hands on the counter and look at yourself. Don’t you dare move.”

I go back to the bedroom to get a condom, and then stand behind her as I roll it on. Then I give her one, hard spank, making her squeal. “Stick your ass out like a girl who wants to get fucked.”

She does as she’s told, her eyes catching mine in the mirror as my lips curve into a smile.

“Where were we? Oh, yeah. You getting me all worked up, you little cock tease.”

I grasp her hips and thrust into her. Fuck, she’s tight from this angle. Her knees buckle with the shock of penetration, but I’m not letting her fall.

“I wasn’t doing anything, Daddy,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed.

“Bullshit, you weren’t.” I spank her again with the flat of my hand. It’s not my belt and won’t leave a mark, but she’s turning a pretty shade of red.

Our eyes meet in the mirror, mine dark and angry, hers wide and turned on. She’s surprised, but she likes it. No one’s ever been driven crazy with jealousy over her before, because she never hangs around long enough for anyone to become as obsessed with her as I have.

Her pussy clenches as I slide my tongue up her neck, tasting my girl. I’m jealous and she fucking loves it. I brace my hand against the wall while I hold her tightly, and thrust deeper. “I want you to promise me something.”

“No fair, making me promise when I’m like this.” Her eyes are heavy-lidded. Her tits quiver as I pound into her.

I smile at her reflection. Who says I play fair?

“When it gets out that you’re in the video and it’s your choreography, let me protect you.” I take her breasts in my palms and squeeze them, plucking the nipples. She arches into my touch and pushes back against my cock.

“How?” she asks raggedly.

“However you need me to.” By keeping her here in the countryside. Taking away her phone and laptop. Personally breaking all of Striker’s fingers so he can’t Tweet.

Making her stay here.

My thrusts grow harder, and Dree’s head falls back against my shoulder. “You don’t have to. I’m a big girl, Daddy.”

“You think so? I’m going to do it anyway.” I pull my cock out halfway and slide it back in, deep, and hammer it home over and over again as Dree comes. I watch her orgasm flood her face with color as she cries out.

Dree’s body falls forward and she plants her hand against the mirror, catching her breath. She pushes back against me as I slam into her, looking over her shoulder at me with those perfect brown eyes.

“Say, Yes, Daddy,” I snarl, my voice thick with my impending climax.

Dree licks her lips. Takes her time deciding. Little brat. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. My orgasm slams through me. I push as deep as I can and stay there, breathing hard. My jealousy has simmered down now that I’ve got at least this much from Dree. I turn her toward me and take her face in my hands, and kiss her panting mouth. “Good girl. I promise it’ll be okay.”

I wrap a towel around her and one around my hips and we fall onto my bed. Dree snuggles against me, holding me tight, and I thread my fingers through her damp hair. The weeks ahead are going to be crazy, but I’m ready for them.

When she sits up at last, a smile on her lips, I say, “Glastonbury’s next week. Are you coming with us?”

“I don’t think so. I haven’t got a ticket.”

“Yeah, you do. And you have to be there. We’re premiering the music video during our set.”

It’ll be the band’s third time playing the Glastonbury, a massive five-day music festival in Southwest England. Saint Cyprian is the second headliner, right after Pink Floyd. Equal heading with Palatine, unfortunately. They’re playing the main stage just before us. The festival has a ton of buzz, even more than usual, because it will be the first time Pink Floyd has played live since 2005.

I search Dree’s face for fear or alarm, but she just seems surprised. “What? Already?”

The six-minute video will take my editing team a few days to cut together and polish. That’s just enough time to get it debuted on the label’s video channels by Glastonbury. “Yes, it’ll be shown up on the stage screens while we perform ‘Not Only,’ and it’ll be broadcasting live on TV and radio and simultaneously dropping online.”

Dree’s smile is full of wonder and incredulity. “That’s nuts. Don’t you think that’s crazy? Your song has been a secret for so long, and soon it’s going to be everywhere at once. Millions of people will hear it at the same time.” She stares at me, and I can see the thoughts rushing behind her eyes. “I better not fuck this up.”