The nice stuff.

The locks pull back from the other side of my door. The door swings open and Kitty strolls in. A false smile on her face. She needn't fake it, I know she's upset. She wanted it to work for us.

She sits at the edge of the bed.

"Have you told him yet? He seems to actually be trying."

I shake my head, the lump in my throat aching.

"No, not yet."

"It's a big thing. He needs to know Christy!" She slaps me around the back of my head and laughs. She's trying to lighten things. But unfortunately I need some answers.

"Will you tell me about him? I need to know-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. You need to know why he's fucked up. You should talk to him about it. Not me. But I'll tell you, life really dealt him some shit cards. His mum a slut, sister a slut. Got that bad that he lost his little brother over it, and a lot more. But I've already said enough. Tell him everything. He's not the only one keeping secrets."

I'm not ready to tell him about that. There's numerous ways it could go but I don't particularly like any of them.

It could throw us apart or push us together. But I don't want him to be with me because of that.

We sit for another hour just talking about complete random encounters, child hood memories for me, and sexcapades for her.

I realise she doesn't really talk about her childhood, but I know not to push anything. She'll tell me when she's ready. If she's ever ready.

She keeps pushing the Jake issue, boundaries are getting close, and I'm getting close to snapping.

I'm mulling over the dangerous thoughts in my head when the door swings open.

"You're going to sing for us tonight Christina." He snaps.

I love the way he asks so nicely and I'm about to give him a world of pain, with my words but his vest top distracts me.

It's my favourite of his. Simply white but the fit is amazing, it clings to his muscles and shows everything beneath the thin fabric. His tattooed arms free.

My mouth waters and I completely forget my argument, so settle for something simpler.

"No I'm not. And it's Christy."

"Yes you fucking are. I didn't ask."

"I know, and that's why I won't sing for you."

He looks slightly mad and slightly amused. He shakes his head then directs his gaze to Kitty.

"Give us some privacy Kitty."

I feel the mattress just behind me shift as her weight is lifted.

She walks to the door, a sway in her hips. As she passes Jake she slaps him around the back of the head.

"Be nice. Remember our talk."

Talk! What fucking talk? She's been up here over an hour and hasn't bothered to tell me about this particular talk that I'd obviously be interested in.

I'm beginning to think kitty has a very sly sneaky side. I must remember that.

Kitty leaves, shutting the door behind her and Jake crawls onto the bed.

He looks up at me through his lashes and continues to stalk up the bed on his hands and knees.

He looks like a tiger about to pounce and I find my core aching for him. I've never seen this side of him. It's almost playful.

He strokes his nose against mine and gently tugs on my lip with his teeth, Before whispering into my ear.

"You want me to ask nicely?"

His mouth is on my neck and his hands slowly travel up my thighs. He's distracting me.

"Hmm. Yes, yes I do."

His fingers prod my fast dampening panties and his tongue strokes my collar bone between his reasoning.

"Drew is trying to gain vip members. We need proper entertainment. And you sing like an angel. We need your help..."

A cry escapes me as he plunges two fingers into my dripping pussy. He curls them towards him, caressing my g spot and making me need more.

Within seconds he's ripped through my thong, I've been thrown back against the bed and his huge hard cock has been slammed into me.

My hands already grip the bedframe and he thrusts into me twice before stopping.

I look up at him. Why the hell has he stopped. He has a strange look on his face. One that I've never seen.

"Is this OK? Do I have permission?"

What the fuck? Is he taking the piss?

"Yes Jake. This is OK. It will be better when you actually start moving."

He smirks before his next question and I know he's about to play with me.

"Tell me how you want it Christina."

"What? Just fuck me!"

He slowly and gently withdraws to gently push back in. It feels great, but it's wrong.

"Like this?" He whispers, his lips stroking against mine.

"Faster Jake." I whimper.

He speeds up at my request and my heart pounds. There he is.

"Harder." I moan out. And he fucks me. Properly, like himself. I realise he was in his own way giving me control.

My moans get louder and he squashes them with his mouth, slamming his down on mine. He bites, and sucks my lips while he gains more speed.

Fuck. I'm about to come when he orders me to hold back.

"Don't come Christina."

He lifts one of my legs and pushes it towards my own shoulder.

"Hold it there Angel."

I do as I'm told, I know I'll enjoy the outcome. I always do.

Then he twists his own torso, to the left and slams into me.

He seems to stroke each and every sensitive spot in my body with each thrust. My orgasm has already built over a normal height. And it just builds and builds.

He pounds into me harder and faster, then pulls back his hand and lets it slap against the flesh of my arse.

"Come on baby. Come for me."

And I do.

Seconds after the words leave his mouth,my orgasm explodes in me. My body shakes and quivers as he continues to fuck me, his hard spanks slipping in every so often.

I come again and again.

Eventually he comes with me. He shouts out my name, and I'm shocked to feel my heart swell.

That's not right.

He kisses me after. Gently. On my mouth, his tongue dancing along side mine.

My chest feels tight, and I worry I'm about to have a panic attack.

He jumps up from the bed.

"So you'll sing a beautiful song for us all tonight."

"No. I will not. We haven't discussed and decided that Jake."

"But I did all the nice stuff." He looks genuinely confused like he doesn't understand I haven't agreed.

If i weren't so frustrated with trying to teach him do's and dont's I'd of found it adorable.

"Ok Jake. We need to talk."

He rushed then. "What? No we don't."

Pulled his jeans back around his waist and tried to cover the anger and fear on his face.

"You'll sing tonight Christina. Drew needs you."

"I'll sing if we can talk. Otherwise you will regret making me sing without us coming to an agreement Jake."

"I'm trying so hard with you Angel."

"It's not enough Jake. There's stuff I need to know about."

He looks torn.

And my heart soars. It's finally happening. I can fix him.

"No!" He yells. "We'll talk tomorrow. You will sing tonight, otherwise we will entertain them another way. With your sweet little body on that stage."

He looks at me. His eyes hard. The gentleness I witnessed completely evaporated.

He turns. Leaves the room and slams the door behind him.

So I'll sing tonight...