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She chuckled. “I never thought I’d have romantic interests for a girl, or enjoy sex with one, but it turns out, I guess I’m bisexual if it’s the right girl.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I am, but…” I shrugged. It wasn’t my call.

“Oh, I get it. Just figured I’d tell you a little of my story. The rest of my foursome will be waiting at the airport when we arrive. We’re headed to Myrtle Beach for a few days, and it’s good to be able to fly instead of drive.”

We talked about her guys a little, one’s a psychiatrist and the other’s a plastic surgeon. Turns out, she flies the bikers some, too. She’d flown them all to Vegas when Matty raced out there, and then flown them back home the following week.

“I’m going with them to Atlanta in a few months,” I told her. “I’m pretty excited about it.”

It was weird, being close friends with a motorcycle racing celebrity, and dating a rock star, but somehow, this has become my life.

Chapter 28

Davy

I wasn’t a big fan of the Krav Maga classes the first week, or the second week, but things started to click in the third class. I still wasn’t sure I wanted to keep taking the classes, but I might.

At seven weeks after the piercing, I added all the exercises back into my routine, which was actually a relief because I’d had to do so many fucking crunches to make up for not doing the others — on a flat surface, going all directions, left, right, and center. Then on a wedge with my head down low, also going every direction. It was awful.

So, getting back to my usual routine was actually a good thing.

My next trip to see Master was just a three-hour flight, so I left Wednesday after work and flew back late Sunday so I could get back to work Monday.

He had me give Mitch two blow jobs, but they didn’t share me, and he didn’t order me to service any other men.

Also, I was better prepared for Lord Byron after the shows, so it didn’t catch me off guard.

I guess I kind of expected he’d finally let me have an orgasm right away, but he didn’t. He made me kneel and gently beat myself off one morning, but then he just fucked my ass and wouldn’t give me permission to come.

Other than that, things went great Thursday and Friday, but then Saturday night this woman came out of nowhere, and security stopped her before she got to the group, but she was screaming about him not calling her back, and my heart fell into my stomach.

I rode back to the hotel in a different car, since I was with the staff and he was with the band, but the second I made it up to his room, he said, “I’m sorry. I fucked her in my dressing room Wednesday afternoon, after we did the sound checks and got everything dialed in. She works for the arena and came to make sure we didn’t need anything, and basically offered herself to me.” He sighed. “I should’ve talked to her a little more before I fucked her. She’s mentally unstable, but I didn’t see it until after. I try to keep that stuff away from you.” He touched my chin so I had to look at him. “I don’t apologize to my slave for much, but for this, I’m sorry.”

How had he known I was upset? He’d looked at me from ten feet away, had he picked up my feelings from glancing at me? Did he think I was mad because he’d fucked her? Because he’d told me all along he was going to keep fucking women, just no more men. I needed to be sure he understoodwhyI was upset, so I told him, “It just caught me off guard, Master. We’re good. I’d be lying if I said I was okay with it, because it bugs me that you might want me to like someone likeher, but I have to trust that when you bring someone home, you’ll do it with everyone’s personalities and wants in mind.”

“I will, and she isn’t even close.”

I wanted to change the subject, so I told him, “I know we talked about me coming to watch your last performance of this tour in Atlanta, but all the bikers are going down, and they haven’t asked, but I know they need people to help keep things running while they’re gone. I’ve seen the show a whole bunch and they haven’t, so would it be okay if I don’t come down?”

He looked at me a few seconds, his face a blank, which I figured meant I’d hurt his feelings, so I gave him the rest of it. “We won’t be able to be together at the after-party. We’ll have to pretend to just be acquaintances. I’d really rather not go at all if I have to hang with Matty and Razor instead of you.”

He nodded. “Yeah, okay. More than one reason to stay home means that’s what you do, I guess. I’ll miss seeing you, but I’ll just have to wait until the next day.”

Overall, things went much better this time, probably because I knew more of what to expect, and I was better prepared to be the slave Master expects.

Two hours before it was time for me to go to the airport, Master had me kneel and jack myself off. He made me edge myself four times, right to the edge, beg and plead for permission, and have it denied so I had to stop. Then back up to the edge all over again. Finally, he gave me permission, and it’d been so long since I came, I spurted all over the place while he was ordering me to catch it in my hand. I managed to catch some of it, but not all of it. Not even most of it. He made me lick it from my hand, but thankfully let me clean the rest of it up with towel.

“Hotels are nasty, so use a towel. No more orgasms until I get home, slave.”

The last thing he told me before I left for the airport was, “When I get home, I expect you to have reached enough of a decision you can get your driver’s license address changed.”

“Yes, Master.”

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Davy

Micca finally returned about a week after I got home, but she seemed different. Big time different, but Matty said she just had a hard time with whatever happened on the mission, and she’d be back to normal before we knew it.