It was all one and the same.
By the time it was over, I was a quivering mess of satisfied kitten. When he finally pulled his fingers away from my sore spent flesh, my muscles couldn’t stop quaking with aftershocks. One tremor after another held me captive. He dragged his fingertips up and down my spine and I focused entirely on his touch, allowing it to bring me back. When my body had finally stopped shaking, he gathered me in his arms and held me tight.
“I love you, kitten,” he murmured.
“I love you too, sir,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I struggled to pull myself together. His arms wound around me even tighter, and I whimpered against him.
It was then that I knew I would never be able to let him go. I loved him with all of my heart and as his arms held me against him, I knew that he did too.
Chapter 13
Chloe
In the weeks that followed, Silas kept me to himself most of the time. If I needed to go anywhere, he took me himself. He kept Damon at arm’s length, ensuring that another member of his team tailed him at all times.
The longer I was with him, the more I felt like I was a member of his team. I would sit in his lap when he gathered everyone, and he’d give out orders. Sometimes when we were alone, he’d explain to me how the different computer databases worked. The one that fascinated me the most was a program he wrote to sift through the hours of security footage in order to identify someone or something he was looking for in the span of a few minutes. It was really quite interesting, and I couldn’t help but ask him one question after another about it. I could feel him smiling against the back of my head. He enjoyed that too.
For a while, the mafia families laid low and kept
to their own respective territories. From what Silas could gather, they’d taken a couple of steps back to regroup. Eventually, they began to grow impatient and their movements became more suspicious. Silas captured footage of the families meeting together in what they thought was secret, but nothing happened in the city without him knowing. It didn’t take us long to determine that both his name and mine were on their lips.
“They’re planning something against the two of us, kitten,” he murmured.
“Perhaps we should play them at their own game, sir,” I replied boldly.
“Very sassy, my pet. I like it,” he smiled. In silence, he studied the footage for a while longer before he said anything more.
“Come, we must get you ready for your show tonight,” he finally added while pressing a kiss to the back of my head.
“What if they come for me tonight?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, kitten. I will protect you, no matter what,” he answered.
I had done of number of smaller performances since I’d been given the opportunity to sing as the opening act at Radio City Music Hall. At every single one, Silas had ensured that his entire team was on the premises, watching closely for any signs of nefarious activity. Tonight’s show was a much larger venue however, and there would be many more opportunities for them to infiltrate it.
Silas had a pulled a number of strings for me and now every radio station was playing my songs. Almost overnight, I had gone from a no-name up and coming singer to a musician who appeared on several magazine covers. I had signed an agreement with a massive record agency and tonight, I was headlining my very first show to a sold-out audience.
Later that afternoon, he drove me to the venue himself and delivered me into the hands of hair, makeup, and wardrobe, leaving me for several hours so that they could have their way with me. When they were done, they delivered me to my dressing room backstage where Silas was waiting for me.
He crooked his finger in my direction and beckoned me to come to him. I protested as he took me over his knee, lifted my skirt, and pulled down my panties, taking care to inspect every last inch of me before he lubed a small plug with my arousal and pushed it into my bottom hole. He tapped his finger on top of it, jostling it enough so that I was more than aware of its heavy presence. I knew better than to fight him. I knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to spank me even before the big show.
“I want you to remember to be a good girl tonight, my pet,” he whispered, and I wiggled my bottom as he swatted it a few times. “If I’m impressed, I’ll reward you with my cock after the show.”
I blushed heavily as he pulled my panties back up and lowered my skirt, keenly aware of the weighted plug in my bottom. He helped me up to my feet and I slid one thigh against the other, feeling the toy move inside me and a rush of arousal surged through me.
“Yes, sir,” I smirked.
He lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, and I flounced out of the room, flicking my skirt back just enough to flash my panty-clad bottom in his direction.
“Little kittens who tease end up getting spanked,” he growled.
“Promises, promises,” I replied lightly, and he chuckled.
I made my way to the stage and when the musical beats of my song began, I ran out to the mic in the center. I peered out into the audience when the lights dipped low enough and I gasped at the thousands of faces staring back at me. Silas had taken his usual place in the front row and I smiled warmly in his direction as I curled my fingers around the mic. My muscles flexed and I tensed around the plug inside me, reminding me to do my best and making my arousal surge at the same time.
I belted out the first line to my biggest single and they roared with approval. I sang one song after another and the time flew by. Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and the show was coming to a close. The crowd had roared with their approval the entire time and it had left me flying high on adrenaline and happiness so complete that I thought I’d never come down from it.
When the show started to come to a close, they started cheering for an encore and I gave them one. I sang at least five more songs before I finally decided it was time to leave the stage.