Lemon

Chapter 9: Ain't No Woman (Like The One I Got)

Keith

I found myself getting nervous as we approached my house. The woman still didn't know what I did for a living. Would she be content to be with me? I wasn't secretly rich like Torment. I lived a comfortable life, but I didn't have more money than I knew what to do with. What if she couldn't appreciate what I'd built for myself?

My worries were for nothing. My house blew away Tamara. She skipped through the rooms excitedly, babbling about how cool each one was. I followed her, smiling softly and glad I hadn't underestimated her. I rarely allowed my conquests into my lair. My little one was truly special.

The band showed up for rehearsal right at two, along with Teddy. My girlfriend moved out of the way without being asked as we set up, introducing herself to my best friend and striking up a quiet, but friendly conversation with him. Once the music started playing, she became so invisible that I had to look around for her halfway through the rehearsal. She was curled up on a couch in the far corner of the room, bouncing to the beat and listening without comment as we argued the merits of the different songs we were playing. I caught her eye and winked, making her blush and giggle.

"Something to share with the class?" Lisa asked angrily over the music. She'd been glaring at my girl all afternoon, disagreeing with every suggestion I made for the sake of disagreeing. It was getting on my nerves.

"Do you have something to share with the class, Lisa? Or is it just that time of the month?" Harry interjected before I could. We'd long since stopped playing. "You've had nothing but attitude all afternoon."

Lisa blushed beet red, her skin blotchy under her thick makeup, before going on the offensive.

"I just find it distracting to have Keith's girlfriend here. She's messing with the vibe of the group."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Donny stated in blatant disbelief, keyboard forgotten. "How many boyfriends have you brought to practice and gigs over the years? At least Keith's chick is quiet. Your guys come to the practices high and/or drunk, pick fights, try to join the band, or all of the above. Hell, some of them had to be escorted off the premises by our host! What the fuck are you finding so distracting about her?"

Much like Jessica at breakfast, our bass player couldn't handle that bit of logic. She burst into tears and dropped her instrument, running out the door.

"The hell's her problem?" Donny asked in confusion.

"She wishes it was her," Harry laughed.

"Just great, guys. I don't think she's coming back tonight," Leroy griped. "We have a gig on Thursday! Where the fuck are we going to find a bassist this late in the game?" The guys started arguing the point, Donny strongly opposed bringing 'Miss Drama', as he dubbed her, back to the group. 'Crazy' Harry agreed, but Leroy tended to think about the money. Losing a gig or two while we advertised for a new band member meant money out of his pocket. He couldn't see the long-term benefits to getting rid of a drug addict who regularly showed up late and barely knew what she was doing when she happened to be sober.

Disgusted with Leroy's lack of vision, I put down my drumsticks and put in a call to my cousin, Rhea. "You free tonight? It's time." Then I hung up, crossed the room, and claimed my girl's lips aggressively, jealous of her friendly conversation with my best friend. She melted into my touch with a contented moan, and just like that, I stopped planning the fastest way to make Heather a widow. I wrapped her up in my arms, flicking her mouth open to explore her. Tammy was obedient to my forceful lead, her arms around my neck and her hair brushing my arm, further calming me. I didn't release her until she was a quivering mess in my arms. Then I sat down beside her on the couch, holding her close as she recovered. I started to feel a little bad about claiming her like that when I looked up and noticed all the guys gawking at me, but only a little. Tamara was mine to claim, and it was no one's damn business what I did with my girlfriend in my own damn house!

"Damn, man! You alright?" Teddy asked with a knowing smirk.

"I'm good," I said shortly, caressing her back as she calmed against me.

"Better than good from the looks of it," Harry laughed. "I've seen you after practice, all fired up and aggressive - everything that Lisa wanted. You don't look ready to knock someone's teeth out right now." The man put down his guitar, put Lisa's bass on its stand, and moved toward the couch, understanding that practice was on hold until Rhea arrived. "Introduce us to your girl while we wait for your ringer, Keith." That got the attention of the others.

"This is my girl, Tamara Frost Saunders. She and I go to the same gym. This is Leroy Gauze, our lead singer. Donny Summers plays the keyboard like no other. And 'Crazy' Harry Wexler is the lead guitar. We call him crazy because he's not." Tammy giggled and waved at the guys, seeming to understand that shaking hands was off the table for the night. "You've met my best friend, Teddy Cordova, already."

"I have," the woman said happily, snuggling against me. Suddenly feeling mellow that she wasn't trying to get away, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. Mine.

"Keith and I are Leroy's backup vocals when needed," Harry told her as she relaxed beside me. "I hear you have a sweet voice. Care to try out your pipes when rehearsal starts up again?"

"Wait a minute, now," our lead singer said angrily. "No one said anything about needing a backup singer." I could understand his reluctance. More members meant less money.

"Oh come on, Leroy! It's just for fun tonight," Donny insisted. "She's been such a good girl all through practice, she might enjoy trying something different for a little while." Leroy looked like he was going to be stubborn, so I weighed in.

"Nothing's set in stone, bro. I just want to hear my baby sing to my beat for a little while."

"Sure thing, Keith," he said at last. It was no secret that Leroy was afraid of me. I rarely gave him a reason to be. But when I put my foot down, he knew what was up.

We spent the next half hour chatting about nothing until my door swung open. My cousin walked in, putting away the keys I'd given her so she always had a place to stay if needed. Tammy stiffened in my arms but asked no questions. I could see, objectively speaking, why my cousin brought all the boys to the yard. She looked good tonight, her slender body encased in a pair of distressed acid-washed jeans and a ripped-up graphic t-shirt. The bruises to her face from her last boyfriend were either healed completely or hidden under her makeup.

"Looking good, Rhea," I told her firmly, and meant it. I got up and crossed the room, feeling my woman's displeasure but ignoring it for now. Instead, I took a closer look at Rhea's face, relieved to note that the bruising was indeed gone. Considering that Walter was still in the hospital, sucking his meals through a straw after using my cousin as a punching bag three weeks ago, it seemed only fair. I didn't play around when it came to my cousin's safety.

"Is this your ringer, Keith?" Tammy asked nervously, playing with her hair. I nodded without looking at her, so I clearly saw Rhea's face when she noticed the hickey from our activities last night.

"Whoa! What is that?" Too late, my Tammy remembered what her hair was supposed to be covering and slapped a hand over her bruise. Rhea was having none of that and crossed the room, pulling her hair out of the way and drawing everyone's attention to the dark and obvious mark where her shoulder and neck met on the left side. My poor baby looked mortified. "Wow! My cousin must really like you. I've never seen him mark a lover like that before."

"Your cousin?" she asked quietly, looking a little bit more sure of herself. Rhea nodded absently as she traced the bruised skin reverently.

"Rhea Sebastian Rochester at your service. My cousin is very protective of me and tends to forget his introductory manners in my presence. He just assumes everyone will know that we're related, but the truth is, we don't really look all that much alike."

"Tamara Frost Saunders," my woman said, still bearing her mark to Rhea, but looking more relaxed by the minute. Interesting… "It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you the new bassist?" She went on to ask sweetly, covering her hickey with her hairstyle.

"Indeed I am," Rhea grinned. "Keith's been feeding me the band's music since I dropped my band a month ago. Apparently, there was a problem with the current bassist and he saw an opportunity to get me in. It seems like today's the day." She looked at the others in the room with a friendly smile and froze when her eyes landed on Leroy, her bright smile turning shy.

"Welcome," Leroy managed to push past his suddenly thick tongue. They stared at each other intensely for another few moments, then he took control of his limbs and marched himself to his mike. My short growl likely helped his brain realign. "Let's see what you've got."

The whole band assembled at our instruments, gearing up to resume practice. I kissed my girl aggressively before taking my place at my drum set. After that, we spent an hour putting Rhea through her musical paces. She'd been practicing; her chords and transitions were clearer and crisper than Lisa's on her best day.

"You're amazing, Rhea," Donny announced for the group after the audition was over. "I'm surprised your cousin didn't steal you from your band months ago. We've been in dire need of a good bassist practically since we formed."

"It was never the right time," the woman demurred. "Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, shall we jam?" This last she directed playfully at our lead singer, who gulped at the look on my face. "Oh come off it, Keith. I can date who I want," she grinned at Leroy as she started playing an elaborate intro into one of our songs.

"No, you can't," I shouted over her intro. It was very good, we might even use it at Thursday's gig. But no way was Leroy getting his filthy mitts on my innocent cousin. We practiced for an hour more, deciding on our sets for the upcoming show, before Harry announced that he had to go.

Rehearsal broke up quickly after that, all of us agreeing to meet at the club an hour before the gig for setup. I noticed Rhea and Leroy leaving together and went to stop them, but Tammy's soft hand landed on my back. Despite knowing exactly who was behind me this time, my body reacted and soon the girl was spread over my knees, looking needy as I caressed her face. I obliged her with a hard kiss on her lips before bringing us both to our feet. Rhea and Leroy were both gone.

I growled and turned to my now-shivering woman. "You did that on purpose!"

"Maybe…" She said coyly. I stared at her hungrily, caught between her and my duty to keep my cousin safe. In the end, my family won out, but not by much. I turned to go after Rhea and was surprised to feel Tamara's hand slide into mine. "He'll take care of her, Keith. Especially knowing that you'll be gunning for him if he doesn't. And Rhea needs a break from whatever happened to her. Leave them alone, baby."

I was floored. "How could you possibly know that?" I blinked.

"I've been a nurse for five years now. Even though it's not my calling, you still pick up on things. Sexual assault and violence are exceptionally easy to pick up on."

"Oh, you're good," Teddy laughed. I'd forgotten all about him in my rush to protect Rhea. Being my best friend, he knew the truth about what happened that night. He knew the effort it took not to kill her old boyfriend and the agreement we'd come up with the next day. But I didn't want to get into all of that tonight. Right now, I was only interested in spanking my naughty girl for interrupting and watching her drip her love for me. The look of raw lust on her face wasn't helping her case either.

"Whew! You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife! How about I go? I can see myself out. It was interesting seeing you rehearse, Keith. We'll have to do it again sometime. It was good to meet you, Tammy." With that, he hurried from the room. Good.

"Time for punishment," I growled in her ear, shocking her with the force of my kiss. I backed her up until she fell onto the couch, then made out with her for a while. She was putty in my hands, crying out as I massaged her all over.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" I murmured against her heaving chest. "You deliberately showed my cousin your hickey to assert dominance, didn't you?"

She blinked innocently, but I was onto her. "I know, Sweetling. You might as well come clean." I smothered her first reply with my tongue, massaging her breasts until her succulent body clenched. "Tell me the truth, little one." Her eyes flashed and she suddenly didn't look quite so cute and innocent.

"An unknown female came into your house holding a set of keys and acting like she owned the place. Neither of you bothered to tell me who the heck she was or what she was doing here. Then you ignore me to search her body like you own it. What was I supposed to do to stay in the game? What, did you expect me to burst into tears and run out of the room?" Angry tears leaked from her eyes as she admitted this to me.

It was my turn to blink. How could I not have realized how insecure she was about us? I smoothed my thumbs over her tear tracks and kissed her gently to calm her.

"You could have asked," I crooned into her mouth. She huffed with annoyance, pushing away from me to my displeasure.

"That would have made me sound desperate and insecure. You say you don't like me jealous, but you seem to enjoy-" I kissed her hard, only gently kissing her when she melted against me. I claimed her softly after that, determined to get through to her.

"Do you think I could have anything on the side while loving you? You are my woman - my one and only woman - and your jealousy hurts me. Women flock to me, I admit that, but I've made my choice, Sweetling," I told her while caressing her face softly. "You are mine. I've already explained the consequences if you ever doubted me again." I stood up, pulling her along quickly and grabbing one of the boxes of condoms out of the kitchen drawer where I'd dumped them earlier, as I headed for an unobtrusive door at the back of the house that she hadn't noticed during her tour earlier. Swinging it open now, I shoved her in, waiting for her reaction. It was my favorite room in the house, one I was particularly proud of.

"You… You have a sex dungeon?" she asked quietly, her eyes flitting around the room in embarrassment. I moved in and shut the door behind me, knowing exactly what she would find. There was very comfortable furniture at different places around the room, furniture designed to be leaned on or bent over for the most part. Two sets of chains were bolted to the wall, supported by the studs; they were up high and quite obviously made to bear weight. One set even had a very special chair under it. One of the tables was lined with different types of whips and manacles, and another one sported blindfolds and paddles, all precisely arranged. The question wasn't if I was going to torture her tonight. The question was how. And there were several ways available to me. No need for the blindfolds; my girlfriend spent most of our time together with her eyes closed, lost in our sensations. What I wanted right now was to tie her down, suck and spank her before settling her on my hard dick.

Mission decided, I led her to a table with adjustable height and used my strong body to bend her over it, locking her wrists in the padded, metal manacles bolted to it. She could just reach the padded wooden joysticks just in front of the manacles. The joysticks didn't attach to anything but the movable slats on the table. I liked my women restrained and perfectly placed when I took them.

"Grab a hold of the bars and hold on tight, Sweetling. It's about to get rough for you." She obeyed with a full body shiver that I promised myself she would repeat constantly tonight. This was my domain, she was the subject of all my fantasies lately, and I was determined to rule her wisely.

Not ready to fuck her just yet, I peeled my chest off her back, standing up to grab one of the comfortable chairs in the room, a padded paddle like the ones used for ping-pong, and the box of condoms for later. I sat myself down and adjusted the height of the table to be even with my head, lifting her off the floor. My mouth watering in anticipation, I leaned forward, parting her lower lips to see my jewel. She was soaked in her nectar for me, glistening in the soft light that sparkled from the Christmas-like lights all over the room.

"Your pussy is gleaming for me, Sweetling. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to. I'm going to guide you to its wisdom. Over and over as you scream for me. This room is completely soundproof; I've tested it myself over the years. Get ready, Sweetling. I want you as loud as you can be as I claim you." I licked her wet cavern hungrily, smiling as she moaned for me. Quickly finding her clitoris, I attacked, playing with her jewel with hardy licks and suckles. She was holding onto her joysticks, squirming as I claimed her. Now that she was open to me, I stuffed two fingers in her slick opening, rubbing her inner walls as my lips and tongue played with her magic button.

"So wet. You're so wet, Sweetling. Can you feel it? Can you feel how hot and moist your sweet body is for me?" I didn't wait for a response, just dug back into my meal with gusto. Her juices were the most savory elixir! I fed my addiction, licking my fingers like a glutton almost as much as I licked her clit. Little Tammy was more than ready for me, sloshing against my fingers as I forced them apart inside of her. But I wanted to torture her a little more before sheathing myself inside of my lady. I grinned as I reached for the paddle with my free hand. That first smack made her cry out in elation. I smacked her other cheek, and - getting the same reaction, proceeded to paddle her properly, still attacking her private parts with my lips and tongue. She squeaked and squealed, moaning her delight as she writhed under my power until she finally gave me what I wanted and exploded for me. I worked her clit eagerly, drawing out her pleasure as she screamed my name. After she collapsed back onto her table, I looked up at her and was pleased that she was still holding the joysticks as I told her to. Her complete obedience astounded me sometimes.

As a reward, I did it again, loving the sounds she was making both inside and out. Her clitoris was my focus as I spanked her like a naughty puppy, only stopping when she orgasmed for me. Several episodes of climax later my rock-hard dick was begging to get in on the action. I opened the condom box, grabbed a package, and sheathed myself one-handed. Standing up, I wasted no time forging my way inside of her until I was lodged in her cervix. The way she tightened up around me was bliss, I exploded inside her before grabbing her paddle and resuming her spanking. My other hand went to her clit and I massaged the tender morsel as I sheathed myself over and over again.

"Oh, Keith! O-oh God, Keith!" She was hollering my name repeatedly, cumming a mile a minute as I fucked her juicy center. I was still spanking her when I remembered to do it, but my paddle was definitely slowing down. God, she felt good. She felt like nothing I'd ever experienced and suddenly it angered me to be spanking her ass. I threw the paddle away and started massaging her reddened bottom, pleased when my strong massage made her climax. She groaned, chanting her approval of the switch. The girl was spread wide for me, pushing back against me as much as she could with the manacles on. I could see her chest heaving as she arched back in ecstasy. What a woman!

After a while, I grabbed a few more condoms and stuck them in my back pocket, unshackled my baby, picked her up, and crossed the room. I took the time to change out my condom before turning my dazed, drooling girl around and shoving her against the wall. Lifting her for easy access, I pressed myself into her tight space and continued my quest to empty myself. Strangely, I wanted to empty myself into her. I wanted to watch my seed trail out of her sweet body. I wanted her filled up with my child.

I paused in my determined thrusting. Where had that come from? I could admit that I was in love with her. But thoughts of a life, a future with a woman weren't my style. I was suddenly terrified; I'd never felt like this about any of my conquests before.

"What? What is it, baby?" My girlfriend looked at me with concern and not lust. She was rubbing my shoulders, breathless from our exertions but worried about me. She wasn't insisting we continue; wasn't waiting on me to perform… She was perfect.

"Keith?" I shook my head and lifted her arms off of me and into the cuffs over her head. Then I drove into her savagely, so happy with her unconscious actions that my heart was full to bursting.

We used all the condoms in the box.