In Bed with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #2) (rockstar romance series) by Ana W. Fawkes Read Free Book Online

her...”
    “No,” Carrie cried out. “No.
Please, John. Punish me.”
    “Punish you?”
    “For not listening.” Carrie
couldn’t believe what she was doing. But she couldn’t lose this. She needed
John. The fear spread through Carrie like she never felt before in her life.
“Please, John, I’m begging you.”
    “Yes, you are begging me,” John
said. “Stand up, Carrie.”
    Carrie hurried to her feet and
faced John. “John...”
    “See, your roommate is with him
right now,” John said. “A little flirting, a quick contract, I could have her.
I know I could. She’s easy.”
    “She’s not me,” Carrie said.
    “What do I care? I’ll have both of
you then.”
    That thought seemed to hurt worse
than anything else John had said or done yet.
    “You can trust me,” Carrie said. “I
deserve to be punished for this, John. I messed up. Big time. I froze when I
saw Slader and I messed up.”
    “Okay,” John said. “I’ll punish
you, Carrie. I’ll punish you. Turn around and take your pants and panties down
but not off. I’ll show you what your future holds if you fuck this up.”
    Carrie did as told. Her panties
clung to her body, still slightly damp from Alex Slader. When her panties were
around her ankles, Carrie looked down and it all hit her again. This could have
been her fate... or better yet, this would be her fate, with Slader. The
moisture quickly returned to her delicate body.
    John’s fingers slid between her
legs from behind. He pushed and curled his fingers, sliding them into Carrie.
She groaned and bent forward, wanting John inside her. John put his hand to the
top of her back and pushed her to the bed.
    “Hands behind your back,” John
said.
    Carrie listened. John was gone for
a second and returned with the sound of metal clinking. Carrie didn’t need to
look, she had the sound of handcuffs memorized. Her entire body began to shake.
There was a time when submitting to John was erotic and fun, but that time was
long gone. This was business. This was punishment yet Carrie was trying to
sneak in some pleasure. Her body was too tender, to just let everything go.
Plus, she gave John her word. Tomorrow night she would go to the next concert
and have Slader.
    John put the handcuffs in place.
With one hand, he held the chain between the cuffs, feeling powerful. Carrie’s
body ached more than ever. She listened to John unzip his pants and then she
felt the engorged tip of his erection slide along her tender pussy. She bent
her knees, desperate to feel him inside her. She even thrust herself back,
arching herself in any way possible to have John in her. He finally lined
himself up and pushed forward, entering her with ease. Carrie couldn’t help but
wonder if it would be that easy for Alex Slader to fuck her. Probably not. He
would be bigger, thicker, more challenging to accept.
    With John deep in her, Carrie
closed her eyes and let him fuck her, not that she had a choice in the matter.
When she closed her eyes, she saw Slader. She saw him standing there in that
hallway, staring down at her. She envisioned herself touching him, starting
with his shoulders and then quickly moving down...
    Carrie cried out as John sped up.
    “That’s right,” John said. “Take
it. Take it all.”
    He thrust hard and pulled at the
cuffs. A mild pain shot through Carrie’s wrists but she could ignore it. In her
mind, she was on her knees, tasting Slader. Her small hand struggling to wrap
itself around him. In her mind, Slader took a handful of her hair and pulled
her back to her feet and then turned her around.
    Carrie found herself pumping her
body like she had never done with John before. John then froze in place and let
out a whimpering grunt. She never heard him - or a man - make that kind of
sound before. Carrie didn’t care. She was somewhere much different in her mind
as this all happened. John placed his hands to her ass, and then hips,
squeezing and moving like he wanted her to slow down or stop, but