“Not yet. When I perform, you know it’s just an act, right?”
“Carrie, you didn’t see how he was looking at you.”
“Kannon, I only want you. When I’m on stage, I’m not your version of Carteay. When I’m up there, I’m not Carrie. I’m Carteay with the chart-topping hit single,” I said as I moved over and grabbed the bottle of oil from the nightstand. I crawled further onto the bed as I squeezed some of the oil into my hand and rubbed it on his thighs.
“Aww shit, I get a massage too? I’m starting to like this punishment.”
“Who said it was a punishment?” I smirked as I moved up to massage his chest between the ropes.
“That was my song, Carteay. You wrote that song about me. Right?”
Leaning forward, I kissed his lips before reaching behind myself and unclasping my bra. Kannon yanked his arms trying to free himself from the handcuffs. I wasn’t crazy enough to think I could make the knots he made. I used the handcuffs to make sure he stayed put. The ropes on his legs would just have to do. With that in mind, I sat up and looked down at him.
“Just give me one hand, Carteay. I let you have one hand. I need to touch you.”
“Needis a strong word,” I said, picking up the oil and squeezing more in my hand until it was dripping on his stomach.
“You know I mean it though,” he challenged.
Refusing to give in, I slid down his body until I straddled his thighs, then grabbed his dick in both hands. For a minute, I was in a trance, using both hands to twist and pump his length. His dick was so thick and veiny that it felt good in my hands. I got lost in the steady motion, surprised by how turned on I was from simply pleasuring him.
Hearing the faint sounds of Kannon’s moans and feeling him twist under my body only added fuel to the fire. The urge to touch myself had me removing one of my hands from him and slipping it between my own thighs.
“C, come on, baby. Let me do that for you,” Kannon requested, interrupting my thoughts.
“Are you going to be a good boy from now on?”
Narrowing his eyes, he said, “Define good.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
I removed my hand from my panties and shoved them in Kannon’s mouth. He eagerly sucked my juices from my fingers before I pulled them out.
“I’ll be good. I promise,” he said, flashing a devilish grin.
“For some reason, I don’t believe you.”
“I will, Carteay. I need you to believe that I’m never gon’ hurt you, even if you don’t untie me. I bought your management company. I’m getting everything in order to set you free, baby.”
His confession shocked me, causing me to stop moving altogether. “What?”
“I told you I was gon’ fix it, Carteay.”
“Do you know how happy you make me, Kannon Glover?”
“I’m buying you out of your contract at Big Time Records too. I was going to wait until I had everything done to tell you. I’m setting you free, baby. I told you I would.”
“Kannon, really?” I squealed.
“Yeah, baby. Kross has been working on something with Ceasar’s wife.”
“Cheyenne?”
“We found out she’s the one that dropped you off at the hospital. He told her some lie about you overdosing on pills and him not wanting the media to know it was you and mess up your image.”
“Oh wow.”
“I told you I was handling it, baby.”
