Healing Melody (21 page)

He looks into my eyes as he wipes some of my pussy juice from his lips.

“You know what I want more than anything, Melody?”

“What?”

“To kiss you,” he says. “May I?”

He looks deeply into my eyes and I see his compassion.

I slowly nod.
 

I reach behind my head and loosen my mask. Kade gently lifts it off.

He drops it to the floor. He tenderly holds my face with both of his hands. He leans forward and kisses me. He slips his delicious tongue into my mouth.

After relishing his kiss, I ask, “You know what the best part of taking off this mask is?”
 

Kade slowly shakes his head.

“Now, I can finally suck on your cock.”
 

He smirks with pleasure.
 

I glide my hand down his broad, muscular chest. Slowly, I slide it over the bulge in his pants. Through the fabric of his sweatpants, I give his manhood a squeeze. It’s incredible how comfortable I am in Kade’s presence. It’s hard to believe I’m standing naked in his gym, with my mask off. And now, finally, I’m going to be able to suck on that gorgeous cock of his. I slide my hand under the waistband and grab his semi-hard shaft. I pull from the base all the way to the tip and feel it jump to life. As it gets hard in my hand, Kade releases an appreciative moan.

“I can’t wait to wrap my lips around it,” I confess. I give Kade’s luscious lips one last kiss before dropping to my knees. Now it’s his turn to be pleasured. I pull his sweatpants down.

I open my mouth and lean forward, wanting to take in his impressive shaft. I clasp his balls and swirl my tongue over the tip of his cock. Then I begin to slowly take him in. I love having his hard shaft in my mouth. I open wide relaxing my throat. As I slowly pull up with my mouth, my hand grips his shaft tightly. When I reach the tip, I go down again, and then up, finding a steady pace.

“God damn, your good with your mouth,” Kade moans. “Thank God you took off that mask.”

I pull back and catch my breath. I look into his eyes then take him once again. Kade’s groans grow louder as I bob my head, sucking and lathering his manhood. My pussy is drenched.

“Fuck that’s good,” Kade growls.
 

I increase the pace. I’ve missed having a cock in my mouth. And I’ve wanted his since the first time I saw it.
 

After I give his cock one good, long suck, I pull my head back and run my tongue over the tip of his shaft. I look at him and simper.

“Kade?”

His face is flush. I can tell he thoroughly enjoyed my blow-job.

“What?” he asks breathlessly.

“Will you please fuck me, now?”

With a rumble, Kade strips off his sweatpants and shirt. He kicks off his sneakers. He yanks me onto my feet and presses his body against mine. We stumble backwards. My back collides with the fenced wall of the cage. Kade leans in and passionately kisses me.

Then he pulls his head back and looks at me.

“I want you so fuckin’ badly,” he growls.

The way he stares at me makes me feel like there’s nothing wrong with my face or my body. Then his passion is suddenly interrupted by a moment of tenderness. He gently slides a strand of my long brown hair behind my ear. He smirks and then shifts forward. I feel the head of his cock press against my crotch.

“It’s about time,” I say with a smile.
 

He leans forward and kisses me.
 

Then he slides himself inside me. I wrap my arms around him and welcome his girth. As he stretches me wide, I whisper into his ear, “I’ve never been fucked in a cage before. I think I like it.”

He lets out another growl and says, “Where have you been all my life?”

“I’m so sorry,” says Suzie as she rubs Mingus’s head. We’re sitting on my living room couch.
Family Feud
is playing on the television. “I should've been paying attention to my phone,” she says, apologizing. “I slept at Bradley's place last night. It was our third date. And you know how I like to have sex by the third date to know if the relationship is going anywhere.”

“And?” I ask.

Suzie lets out a sigh. “It looks like our third date will be our last,” she says with disappointment. “Bradley’s really hot. But when we went back to his place and had sex, he was checking out his abs in the full-length mirror in his room the entire time. I can't date someone whose that in love with himself. Anyway, you must've called when we were in the middle of you know… fucking.”

It looks like I wasn't the only one having sex last night. Although, based on Suzie's account, I at least enjoyed my experience. I’m still surprised that Kade finds me attractive. He wants me, even with all my imperfections. He accepts me, and he desires me for who I am, what I look like. I never thought something like this would be possible after the accident.

“I can’t believe you went out by yourself,” says Suzie, clasping my hand. “I know it must have been terrifying, but I’m really proud of you.” She shrugs. “Maybe it was a good thing I was too busy having lousy sex to answer your call. This was a big step. Now, we just have to work on getting you comfortable so you can stop wearing that mask.”

Even though I’ve revealed my face to Kade, I’m not prepared to take off my mask for anyone else, even Suzie. I still wear it around the house.

“But still,” says Suzie, shaking her head. “You’re paying me to be at your beck and call, and I wasn’t. I’m sorry.”
 

I see by the look on her face that Suzie feels terrible. I tell her Mingus and I are okay now, hoping it makes her feel better. “He just got a tube sock lodged in his throat, and the doctor removed it.” I scratch Mingus’s head and he happily yips. “Anyway,” I tell her, “You have a life to live, too. I can’t expect you to be at my beck and call every minute of every day.”

Suzie shoots me a surprised look. “Excuse me. Did you get kidnapped by aliens on your way to the animal hospital last night?” She giggles in disbelief. “You gave me a raise five months ago, so I would
always
be at your beck and call.”

I shrug. Then, with a hint of a smile that Suzie can’t see, I reply, “Well, maybe it's time I start doing some things for myself.”
 

Suzie's jaw drops. She shakes her head. “Okay, you're definitely not telling me the whole story. What happened last night, besides taking Mingus to the hospital? After Kade got you out of there? I assume you guys fucked again. But that’s not all. Is it?”

Suzie had seen some of the coverage online and all over the social media networks this morning. The news had broken that Kade had come to my rescue at the animal clinic.
 

I blush. I’m grateful the mask hides my emotion. Suzie shoots me an imploring look. She wants all the details. I'm about to tell her what happened when the buzzer at the front gate goes off.

Annoyed, Suzie hands Mingus to me and gets up from the couch. She walks to the intercom on the wall and presses the button.
 

“Hello?”

“It's Randy. Let me in.” She sounds angry.

Suzie looks at me. I nod. “Let her in.”

She presses the button on the intercom. A few minutes later, Randy storms into my living room. She shoots me a glaring look and snatches the TV remote from my hand. She flips the channel to the Star Central Network.

I've never seen Randy this angry, and I mean, never.

“What's wrong?” I ask, getting up from the sofa with Mingus in my arms. She holds up her hand, indicating I'm not to speak. She raises the volume on the television. All three of us gather in front of the large screen as footage of my visit to the animal hospital plays in front of us.
 

“Reclusive pop star, Melody Swanson, was seen late last night leaving her mansion and racing to a local animal hospital. Star Central has confirmed that the pop star’s puppy, an English bull dog, was ill. The dog is doing fine now.”

I glance at Mingus, who is resting in my arms, and scratch his head. “I think you've gotten me into a little bit of trouble,” I mutter. He licks my fingers. I’m so grateful he’s okay.
 

I turn my attention back to the television. The reporter continues giving a blow-by-blow account of my trip to the vet. Even with all the problems that exist in the world, it appears people are extremely interested in my sighting.

“Our sources report that Swanson appeared in a frenzied state at the animal hospital,” continues the reporter.

“I wasn't that frenzied,” I mumble.

“Shhh,” says Randy. Her eyes are fixated on the TV. Her demeanor is very serious, focused. Suzie and I exchange a look. Randy is on edge; and as the news reporter keeps talking, we find out why.

“But it appears the pop star, who suffered a horrifying accident a year ago and currently wears a mask, was calmed down by the presence of a man named Kade Turner. Mr. Turner arrived at the animal hospital and helped escort Melody and her puppy away from reporters that had descended onto the scene.”

“How did they get his name?” I ask.

“That's not all they got,” snaps Randy.

My stomach drops as we continue watching the broadcast.
 

“Our investigative unit here at Star Central has discovered that Mr. Kade Turner is a veteran who is currently employed as an escort. It appears he has been making frequent trips to Melody Swanson's mansion over the last several weeks. We have reached out to Miss Swanson's music label and agent for comment. And we’re currently awaiting a reply.”

Randy turns the television off. She sighs then turns to me with a look of bitter disappointment. “When I first saw the pictures of this guy leaving your place, I didn’t ask any questions because I wanted to give you some space. But if I had known what he did for a living… an escort, Melody? Seriously? This is bad. You're supposed to be America's sweetheart. The label is furious.”

“Well, tell the label if it wasn’t for Kade, there wouldn’t even be a new album.”

“That’s not the point,” snaps Randy.

I lower Mingus to the floor and place my hands on my hips. “You know what? Fuck this America's sweetheart bullshit. I've been alone for over a year, and I’ve been miserable. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me.”

“He’s an escort!” shouts Randy.

“So what? If I were a guy, this wouldn’t even be a story. All these male musicians get to fuck whoever they want.”
 

“But you're not a guy,” snaps Randy. “Your Melody Fucking Swanson. Mothers’ take their daughters to your shows. Tickets for your next tour are about to go on sale. The label is worried there might be a boycott.”

“Well, I didn’t want to do this tour anyway,” I exclaim.

Randy shakes her head in frustration. “You don't get it, Melody. The venues are already booked. The label has spent a ton of money. If your shows get boycotted, the label has already threatened to sue you for intentionally trying to sabotage your own tour.”

“That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard,” I shout.

Randy shrugs. “Maybe. But I just got off the phone with Jack, the president. If we don't figure out a way to contain this, they'll proceed with litigation.”

“I fucking hate this label,” I hiss.

“What are we going to do?” asks Suzie, worried.

Randy takes a deep breath. “I have an idea,” she eventually says. “You're going to address the media.”

“No fucking way!” I snap.

Randy holds up her hands. “Hear me out. Not like a press conference. It can just be a video you record on your phone. We do it right here in the living room. Now. We’ll upload it. On the video, you're going to say that during a moment of weakness, because of the horrifying accident you've been through, and the loneliness and pain you’ve suffered as a result, you enlisted the services of someone to keep you company. It was a mistake and a decision you regret. You hope your fans can forgive you. You really want to put this unfortunate misstep behind you. You look forward to stepping out of the shadows and singing your music for your adoring fans that have helped you overcome such a difficult time.”

“But I don't regret anything about Kade,” I yell. “He saved me. My music. If it wasn’t for him, there wouldn’t be any new songs for my fans to love.”

“This is about perception, Melody, not reality,” replies Randy.

“I can't do it,” I say, shaking my head. “I won't do it. Kade’s helped me so much.”

“Then do it for him,” pleads Randy. “We need to contain the story now and get public opinion on our side. Otherwise, this is going to blowup. The media is going to hound this guy nonstop, like you’ve been hounded for the past year. Do you really want to put him through that? He didn’t sign up for this. It’s not fair to him. He has a regular life. Have you checked with him if he wants his life turned upside down by the fuckin’ paparazzi?”

I remember telling Kade there was a risk he could become fodder for the media. But as Randy paints the picture of how bad it could get, I feel terrible. She’s right. Kade didn’t ask for this. Unfortunately, it’s something I have to deal with in my profession. But Kade has no interest in the celebrity lifestyle or the media.