Forbidden Love - Segment 24

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Segment 24 – No reasons… right?
POV: Emily
Word Count: 1900
Warnings: Not really, there is a little more spanking though

October 23, 2007; 1pm
-Emily-

  When Zac got up I woke up, but laid there and watched him walk to the bathroom. His butt looked no better than it had several hours earlier; although it wasn’t quite as red as it had been then. He slipped his boxers back on and then called for room service for us both. But, after being on the bus for so long and confined to venues and hotels, I kind of wanted to do something.

 “Why don’t we go do something this afternoon?”

He looked at me. “Like what?”

“On my way from the venue I saw a zoo and an aquarium. We could go to either of those.”

“Emily, both of those are highly public places with a lot of people who can notice who I am, take pictures, and post them.”

“You have wigs and contacts on the bus.”

“What is wrong with right here?”

I sat up. “It’s all we do Zac. The few rare days we’ve had off have been spend in the hotel room like hermits. Any other time it’s stuck on a bus or in the venue.”

“I know, but Kate will be pissed off enough about last night’s one hug. I don’t think being seen the next day in public alone would help.”

“I can always dress up like a guy.”

He got up and walked to me, kissed me several times and pushed me back on the bed.

“Or we can stay right here…”

“I could always make your ass redder.”

“You can try.” He smirked.

A knock on the door signaled room service was here so he got up, slipped a housecoat on and answered. I laid there confused, did he not want to be seen with me at all? I knew he couldn’t risk Kate finding out, but he’d worn disguises before and he could if he wanted too. Married men never leave for their mistresses. Amanda and Craig had both told me that so many times. Had I read too much into what was going on? Too much into how he treated me and how he acted?

He came back in with lunch and we ate him in boxers and me naked in bed. I tried to think of something non-public that we could do, but only the movies came to mind and even that wasn’t private enough because he’d still be seen.

 “When do we leave?” I asked.

“Tonight about eleven I believe.”

I could feel it, that deep down pain that was blooming, snaking its way from the depth of my soul to force its way to the present. Could remember the studio for our first time when he’d leaned in, kept on, but I had said yes to him because I did want him. I didn’t expect it to continue.  I saw the drumstick lying on the table, but would that really solve anything? I finished eating and then got up and put a shirt on. I did not want to have sex; I wanted him to feel bad.

“Were you saying that I could not make your ass any redder?” I asked.

“I am sure you can.”

I picked up the drumstick. “If you won’t go anywhere with me, then maybe I should punish you for that.”

I saw the slight smile cross his face. “Or maybe you liked being spanked.” I smirked.

“It was not bad.” He looked so hopeful and I saw the confusion when I laid the drumstick back down on the table. I wanted the impact
to be good.

“Do you have to go back to the venue?” He asked.

“Yes. I should really get back now actually. We can’t leave if I don’t pack the things up.”

“Ok.”

“Are you staying here?” I asked.

“Yes. I don’t have to be there.”

I vaguely smiled, put on clean shorts and I took a taxi back to the venue. As I packed up the remaining shirts and took inventory and supervised them loading the trailer I fought internally. He refused because he can’t be seen with me; it was justifiably a good reason. But, I had seen them wear disguises and they were never recognized. He had worn one a few weeks ago when I stayed back with Christopher. How come he couldn’t now? That bloom began to grow and by the time I was done I was pretty pissed off at myself. I packed up his drumsticks and found one that was thicker, used for harder hits with deeper sounds. Since no one was around me I tucked it into my waistband. I picked up dinner for us on my way back to the hotel, got there about 7. He seemed to know something was up, I wasn’t leaving a lot of time and he knew that.  We both ate in silence, as soon as I was done I repacked everything and he gave me a confused look when I put the drumstick that was there up as well. I dropped my packed bag beside the wall leading out of the room and looked at him.

“You need to pack your stuff, you won’t have time afterwards.”

He looked at me for a moment and then packed up quickly, sitting his bag beside mine. I pulled the second drumstick from the back of my pants, twirled it around in my hand like I’d watched him do so many times.

“Are you still sure this is what you want?”

He looked at me and then the drumstick. “You seem a little mad.”

I was a little bit yeah, but I was fighting it internally. I had no reason to be mad, no reason to be upset. Right? I just looked at him, waiting on an answer.

“Yes.” He said.

“Everything off.”

He complied quickly and even leaned over the bed but on the side.

“Foot of the bed, the mattress doesn’t move that way.”

He moved. In retrospect his ass looked much better, wasn’t near as red as it was this morning. I trusted my own judgment but since he wanted this, he would give me the number.

“Give me a number.”

He looked at me confused. “A number?”

“Yes. You tell me how many you want and then you can count them.”

He looked at the drumstick in my hand. I waited patiently.

“Ten.”

“Not high enough make it worth it Zachary.”

“You asked for a number.” He smarted off

I swung it hard against his exposed ass; saw the look on his face telling me it hurt.

“Fuck.” He gasped.

“I asked you for a number.” I said.

“Twenty.”

“Count them.”

 I aimed for the same spot and connected with the same one, but I did back off the impact.

“One.”

His hands clamped onto the cover though. I aimed a bit higher for the second one.

“Two.”

I kept an even pace, but the higher he got the longer it took for the number to come from his lips, the more labored his breathing was and I could see drops on the comforter. I wondered exactly how many times I would have those on my pillows at night when we got home.

“Thirteen.” He choked out.

I paused for a few minutes, could see the redness increasing on his ass. I really did not think he would make it to twenty, not the way he was acting. He’d dropped his head almost to the bed itself and I had heard several light sobs, in addition I could see the shaking in his legs. He nearly fell when fourteen landed dead center.

“Move forward, on your knees on the bed.”

“Fo.…fourteen.”

He moved forward onto the bed, but he laid his head on the bed completely. He flinched when my hand lay on his back, gently
caressing the lowest part of his back to the center.

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes.”

I had not expected that answer, but I still waited another five minutes before finishing out the last six. He said twenty but it was barely audible through the sobs. I put the drumstick in my back pocket and laid my hand on his back again, rubbing down to the base of his neck before coming back down lightly dragging my fingernails, not even enough to leave marks.
I trailed it down over the warm and now red flesh, feeling the warmth radiating from the marks. He was calming down a lot, so I kept moving my hand down, circled the opening before moving forward. It did somewhat surprise me that he was hard already. I guess he did like it after all, at least some part of what I have done. He started to move and I lightly popped the side of his leg, fearing if I went for the ass it would hurt a lot.

“Don’t move.”

Despite the awkward position, it did not take very long to bring him up all the way and get him off. It was after ten now, so I got up and walked to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I came back he was sitting in the same position.

“You have twenty minutes before you have to get up. I will see you on the bus.” I said.

I walked away, got my bag and left the room. I took the stairs down to hopefully work off the nervous energy. I passed Isaac in the lobby; he was turning in his key.

“You don’t look so happy.” He said.

I looked at him without saying anything.

“Shit. Don’t tell me, you got into an argument?” He asked.

“No. Nothing like that Isaac.”

“Is he coming soon?”

“Yeah.”

I left the hotel and went to the bus; I put my bag up and lay down in my bunk. It didn’t matter that we had slept later than normal, we were also up later that normal and I was tired. I was still angry but I wasn’t really sure that it was at him, it was mostly me. He’d never seen this as more than sex, so why had I?

I heard Zac when he came on the bus, heard him put the bag up; I felt the movement fifteen minutes later when he laid down to go to bed. I was still awake when my phone buzzed beside me.

I know you want to go to places Emily and I am sorry that we cannot. I cannot risk Kate finding out right now and filing.

There are ways. You just refuse to do them. I am tired and I am going to bed.

I turned the ringer off completely and put the phone above my head in the holder. Was it too much to ask to be taken to a zoo? It’s not like hoards of fans surround a zoo or even the aquarium. Did he really care about me or was he simply using me like Craig tried to tell me, like Amanda tried to tell me. I felt the first of the tears slide over the bridge of my nose and chocked them back, I would not cry on this bus there was nowhere for me to go to get away from any of them and there was no way I could openly tell them I had been so stupid to believe that he would care about me beyond sex.