Chapter 6 A Beautiful Show

• [Leo’s POV]
• I lean back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the screen in front of me, while my little songbird spreads her legs wide, showing me everything while not realizing it. She looks fucking beautiful like that, with those slender legs far apart and her pussy spread wide open, just waiting to be attacked.
• “That’s a good girl,” I growl, beginning to pump my dick, which is still hard even after cumming once. “Now, make yourself scream. Consider this a voice lesson, and your goal is to hit the highest note possible. Use your fingers to help you get to that note, little songbird. I know you can do it."
• Fuck, why was I losing control like this? For the past 4 years, I have been so cautious and kept a line between us, but here I was jerking off to my beautiful songbird, pleasing herself. It was like something in me snapped, and I couldn't fucking get it to go back to where it was.
• I fucked up. That was why this was happening. Just holding her earlier spawned all these fucking desires I kept at bay while waiting for the day I could make her mine. And now here I was wanting to go to her right here and now and fuck her until every fucking day, month, and year of yearning was satisfied.
• “That's a good girl,” I rumble as my songbird's moans grow louder. “How does it feel to play with yourself while thinking about my cock?"
• “So good,” she moans. “So fucking good, but nothing like what the real thing will. Only your cock will take me to heaven."
• Not heaven, I think to myself. The only place I could take anyone was hell, but hell didn't seem too bad as long as my little songbird was there with me.
• However, she was right. Her hands were nothing compared to my dick pounding her virgin hole while her manicured nails dug into my flesh, and that beautiful voice I loved so fucking much screamed my name.
• “I'm losing control,” I husk, enlarging the screen so I can see everything from her flushed cheeks to her heaving breasts and her pink folds, which she holds open with two fingers while pushing a third in and out of herself.
• Would she still want me if she knew that, since she turned eighteen, I had been watching her and keeping up with her every move? That I was far more obsessed with her than she would ever be with me. Or if she knew that I was a cold-blooded killer who killed for the right price and power? I didn't know, but I also didn't care. I would keep her beside me no matter what, even if it meant locking her away. She was mine, and I would be damned if I let anyone else have her.
• As these thoughts begin to appear, so do images of the fear in songbird's eyes when she saw me with those two bastards from the club. It was clear from the look on her face that she knew what I planned, and it scared her shitless.
• “Fuck,” I growl, shaking off the unease that was beginning to build. “Louder, songbird,” I push, wanting to drown out any unpleasantness with her moans of ecstasy. “Scream louder, songbird.”
• “L! She screams, quickening her fingering. “Oh god, L!”
• Her voice rings out beautifully and sends me crashing into another orgasm right along with her, making any and all memories of our earlier encounter disappear.
• Once she finishes, she doesn't speak, but her heavy breaths in my ear are enough to calm the beast for now.
• “You should rest,” I murmur, breaking the silence that has begun to settle around us. “You've had a long day, and the results of the audition will be posted tomorrow.”
• I hated to hang up, but I knew if I stayed on the line with her, I would end up wanting to go see her even more.
• “I don't want to,” she yawns while pulling her blanket around her naked body. “I want…”
• She never finishes what she is saying before her eyes flutter closed and her breathing becomes steady.
• “Goodnight, my little songbird,” I say before hanging up and cutting the monitors in front of me. “I look forward to our next encounter.”
• [Brielle's POV]
• I wake up to my alarm blaring right beside my ear, causing me to jolt awake as I remember what I ended up doing and what L and I ended up doing the night before. It all comes crashing into me like waves, and for a moment I wonder if I dreamed it, but my phone still being by my head and my body being fully naked screamed that it was real.
• “Oh god,” I groan, sitting up and burying my face in my hands. “Did that really happen?”
• What was I going to do? What would L think of me? Did I actually go and fuck things up between us?
• As these thoughts begin to race through my mind, my phone goes off, and I'm grabbing it.
• L: Good morning, little songbird. Did you sleep well after all the energy you used last night? I have to admit, I had a hard time sleeping while imagining how beautiful you must have looked, pleasuring yourself. I'm quite jealous of your hands right now.
• With wide eyes, I read the text again and again until my phone goes off again.
• L: I will be sending you a gift, so keep an eye out for it.
• A gift? What kind of gift could he possibly be sending me? Flowers? Chocolates? A stuffed animal? None of those really seemed his type. So what in the world could it be?
• B: A gift? What kind of gift?
• As I send the message, I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom so I can clean up a bit before heading out. Today the results of the audition will be posted, and I want to look my best just in case I am chosen.
• After a quick wash and light makeup, I throw on some jeans and a t-shirt, then grab my phone to find another text waiting on me.
• L: You'll see.
• B: Tease.
• Pouting, I head out of my room and make my way downstairs so I can grab my purse and keys, then head out of the house.
• L: You're the tease, little songbird.
• Smirking, I take a quick selfie and send it before hopping in the car that is waiting for me.
• B: Only towards you.
• With that, I shove my phone into my purse and buckle up while trying to calm my racing heart. When I arrived at the recording company, my life would change no matter the result, and no amount of flirting with L could calm the storm that was beginning to grow in me. Ready or not, here came the course of my future.