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“Ghost tells us you’ve been invited to take one of Razor’s Krav Maga classes?”

“Yes. I was going to talk to Will about it while I’m here.”

“I think it’ll be a positive experience.” He glanced at me and back to the road. “Has Will talked to you about how crazy things can be before, during, and after a show?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think he sees it as crazy. It’s his life, and he’s focused on performing, so maybe he has a different experience than everyone else?”

He chuckled. “Quite possibly, but you’ll be standing in the wings with Ghost while they perform. It’s crazy backstage, barely-controlled chaos. Stick with whoever we assign you to and don’t even go to the bathroom without checking in with us. No wandering off on your own. Period. You’ll be with Will, Ghost, or one of us at all times.”

“Understood.”

“Good. Have fun, of course, but pay attention to your surroundings. Fans can come out of nowhere, and we usually catch them before they get to you, but some of them know the facilities better than us, and they have it all planned out.”

Finally, Sloan was walking me from the elevator to Master’s room, and my heart raced in my chest, I was so excited to finally see him again.

I’d lubed my ass in the bathroom of the private air terminal building at the airport, and it was a good thing because as soon as Sloan poked me into Master’s suite, he was right there, kissing me before I could get my clothes off.

And then he helped me undress, took me to a window where there was good light to inspect my cock, which was pretty much all the way healed, I figured, and I’d told him as much for the better part of a week.

And he must’ve taken me at my word, or maybe looking at it convinced him, because he bent me over so I was holding onto the back of a sofa and pounded me for… well, I don’t know exactly, but it was a long time. At least thirty minutes, but I don’t think it was a whole hour. Anddamn, my asshole was sore when he finished, but I wasn’t surprised when he pressed a plug in.

I’ve been hard a bunch since my dick was pierced. Mostly when I wake up in the morning, but it’s gotten hard a few other times despite me trying to keep it from happening. I don’t think it’s been hard for that long, though, but it seemed fine when Master finally came in my ass. I didn’t ask to come because I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact I’d gone hard. He hadn’t told me not to, but he hadn’t given me permission, either.

He popped my ass kind of hard when he dropped the condom on the carpet. “Full of my come and plugged like a good little slave. Damn, I’ve missed you. Are you hungry? Room service has a little of everything. I’ll just eat a grilled chicken salad before showtime, but they have a really good beef stew, and Animal said their baby back ribs are some of the best.” He paused a few seconds, looking me over. “No, I’m thinking you need their parmesan steak with grilled mushrooms. Deal with the condom, wash your hands, and then fold your clothes and put them in your suitcase while I call our order in.”

He ordered some potato something or other with my steak, a side order of cheesy bread, and a Belgian White beer from a brewery I wasn’t sure I’d heard of before. I knew he’d drink unsweet tea with his salad, but then he’d eat a huge meal after the concert.

“Not a lot of downtime today,” he told me when he got off the phone. “A little here and there, but there’s lots to do before we go on stage tonight. We’ll have a decent portion of tomorrow alone in the hotel. We’re doing two performances Saturday and then moving somewhere else Sunday, so we’ll be together on the bus with the rest of the band.” He kissed my nose. “And then we’ll have Monday morning together before you have to get on a plane and go home.”

I leaned into him, and when he wrapped his arms around me, I wrapped mine around him. “I’m just happy to be here with you, Master. I’ve missed you.”

“You’ve been keeping busy, and I’m happy for that. Ghost said Matty and Razor invited you to one of Razor’s self-defense classes?”

“They did, Master. I was waiting until we could talk about it face-to-face.”

“Do you want to take the class?”

“Yes and no? I’m not a fan of violence, but Matty says that isn’t what this is about. It’s about making violence stop, learning how to do that. I won’t be in Matty’s class at first, but after a while, I could be moved up to it, and I think it would be fun to take a class with him.”

“Why don’t you try it for three months, enough time to get past the part where you have no idea what you’re doing, and then you and I can discuss whether you want to continue.”

I nodded. It was good to have Master help me make these decisions. “Yes, Sir. That sounds good. If I hate it, I can stop, but if I enjoy it, I’ll have something else Matty and I can do together.”

He touched under my chin, so I’d have no choice but to look him in the eyes. “I’m not in the habit of asking what you need, but I’m going to make an exception. Do you want to cuddle? A spanking? My belt? Do you need to cry?”

Tears came to my eyes at the question because I needed Master to remind me of what he can do to me, but then I found I couldn’t form the words. Finally, I said, “Whatever Master needs to do to his slave.”

“Answer fast, without hesitation. Yes or No. If there haven’t been any tears when you fly home, will you be disappointed?”

“Yes, Master.”

He nodded. “Okay. We’ll pull the belt out tomorrow and make that happen, but I think a good paddling is in order while we wait for our food. Bend over the arm of the sofa. Hips back enough so your dick isn’t touching anything. Hands outstretched in front of you.”

Master put a washcloth in my hands. “Hold onto it with both hands and don’t let go. Don’t make me have to punish you because if I have to go a whole twelve hours without fucking you, the punishment is going to bewayworse than normal.”

“Yes, Master.”

If I held onto the towel with both hands, I couldn’t reach back to try to protect my ass. Not that I would, but Master wants to make sure I’m safe, and the paddle could break bones in my hand if I reached back just as it was striking.