The Aviators

Damn that man. The things he does to me. The way he makes my heart race. Sometimes I hate the fact that he owns me. Because, if he didn’t then I’d have the right to chase and woo him like any other woman. Not that he makes himself available, if you know what I mean. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, I’m M Shadows’ wife and we love each other to pieces.

Hah. Okay, so I love Matt to pieces, but I’d never dare admit it. He’d probably level me with a hard look then walk away. He’s like that, y’know? By no means is he arrogant or egotistical. He cares about me. It isn’t love. But, he does care about me.

I hear you asking ‘if he cares about you so much, why doesn’t he just let you go?’ Well, friends…I don’t really want that. I want to stay with him until my time expires. He’s better than any other man I’ve ever known. Better than any other master.

I know it sounds so contrived, so…clichéd…but he completes me in ways no other man ever has. I have to tell you: That first night was surreal to me. I spent about an hour just observing him with his friends, the other band members. A real crazy bunch of men but every one of them as sweet as the next. Matt seriously loves on all of them, for real.

I would too, if I was allowed. And NO! I don’t mean sexually…just you know as friends. They like me, apparently. So Matt tells me. But then in the same breath he tells me to be careful around them and watches me a like a damned hawk through those shades of his.

That first night though. I still remember it clear as a bell. Matt was so…I’m not sure how to describe it really…unless I put it in context…unless I really delve back into my memory bank and show you…

Unless…Well. If you could take a digital video cam and film my memories, this is what you would capture…

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Matt came back for me after eating food from the band’s rider and mucking around with the bassist, the short guy, Johnny. The whole band seemed to beat up on the little guy but he appeared to take it with aplomb. I watched on in bemusement but then Matt came over to where I was sitting and looked down at me through those anonymous shades.

“Come on. We’re heading back to the hotel.” That voice, it was rough but smooth all at once.

If I were going to be honest and admit to one thing in my life, it would be the fact that his voice damn near scared me to death. It was a contradiction in and of itself. Deep and sensual yet harsh and abrasive as gravel rubbing against skin, his voice did all sorts of uncomfortable things to me.

Nevertheless, it was a voice I would learn to obey, and love, at all cost. I peered up at him then stood hesitantly. He grasped my left arm at the crook of my elbow and made to steer me to the exit. Snakebites got in our way though. Zachary Baker to be more precise. The rhythm guitarist, whom I hadn’t been introduced to, raised his eyebrows at us, curiosity blazing from the most startling green eyes I’d ever seen.

“Who’s this, Shads?” Zachary cocked a black eyebrow at us. He must be half-Italian, was the thought that raced randomly through my mind.

Matt’s rough response sent my heart pounding into double time. “This is my new toy, V.”

I blinked, remembering that the guitarist’s stage name was Zacky Vengeance. The slightly pudgy male flashed a wide grin, the piercings on his lower lip glinting beneath the lights. “Big boy’s toy, eh?”

Matt’s grip tightened like a vice on my elbow causing me to wince. I tugged faintly at his hold; his gaze shot to me. Freezing, I went still and averted my eyes to the floor. I caught movement from the corner of my eye as he gave a little nod as if in approval, and then returned his focus to his friend.

“Indeed. But, she has a name…uh…” He paused; I chanced a look at him. Matt pursed his lips and I saw an eyebrow lift slightly behind his shades. “What’s your name, girl?”

Swallowing passed a lump that had formed in my throat and darting my eyes between the two men, I hesitated before answering. “Val…uh…Valary Dibenedetto…”

Matt seemed to be processing what I just said because his lips tightened into a hard line and he said nothing.

However, Zacky’s eyes widened and he laughed, shaking his head from side to side. “Damn…you’re Michelle’s twin sister.”

The tightness of Matt’s expression softened slightly as he flicked his head back toward the guitarist. I took that moment to take in Zachary’s appearance. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a comfortable looking flannel shirt, in blue and black. His jet black hair was spiked and he seemed to always be absently sucking on his snakebites.

I returned my focus to the man holding onto my arm though as he scowled at his friend. “Michelle? As in Brian’s girlfriend?”

Zacky nodded a deep chuckle escaping his lips. “Damn, Shadows…you really are out of the loop.” He paused and looked to me. “Now I know what Mish meant when she said she didn’t wanna talk about her sister.”

I flinched at his words and bowed my head. Knowing that my own sister probably wanted nothing to do with me, hurt more than I wanted to admit. The fact that I’d barely had a chance to know any of my family, hurt even more.

Matt frowned even more, his brow was wrinkling above his shades. I looked at him.

He sucked at his bottom lip. “I didn’t even know Michelle had a sister.”

Zacky rolled his eyes and waved his hand toward me. “Well, fuck Matt. Look at her. I mean apart from the hair….they look almost identical.”

My hair was dyed blonde at the time and fell loosely around my face. I kept my eyes lowered as I felt Matt’s stare focus on me. I trembled as he reached with his free hand to grasp my chin. He tilted my face up and studied me in silence.

Then, with a grunt, he released my chin and shook his head at his friend. “Well, Michelle’s sister or not, it makes no difference to what she is.”

“No. Of course not.” I saw Zacky shrug then reach over to slap Matt on the shoulder. “See ya later, buddy. I’m sure you have things you wanna do.”

A shudder ran down my spine as he placed heavy emphasis on the last part of his sentence. Matt smirked faintly in reply. Then pulling lightly on my arm, he led me from the dressing room and out of the venue to a line of parked cars.

I wondered which was his, as he walked me passed several expensive looking vehicles. When he came to a stop though my eyes bulged slightly, well they felt like it. Matt had halted by a large custom-built Harley Davidson motorcycle. There was no way in the world he was going to make me get on that monster. Still, somehow, it seemed appropriate that he would have a bike and not a car; it suited the tough image he had going on.

“Here.”

I blinked as he thrust a black helmet at me. “Huh?”

He sighed spinning me around and putting it on me, making sure it fit snugly. “Helmet. For safety, don’t want you falling off and cracking your skull open.”

I shivered and glanced at the massive bike chewing nervously at the inside of my cheek.

Matt tilted his head at me. “Never been on a bike?”

Shaking my head, I looked down at the ground and mumbled under my breath.

He gripped my chin and made me look up at him. “What did you say?”

I stared into his impassive face, noting the bandanna wrapped around his shorn scalp. He’d been wearing a cap over it earlier, but I guess it wouldn’t fit under a helmet.

Breathing out roughly, I glanced toward the bike. “Friend of mine…killed on one of those…speeding…”

Matt scowled at that. “I’m always careful.”

I shook my head and took several steps back. I really did not want to get on that bike.

He glowered at me through his shades. “Get on, Valary. I’m not letting you walk.”

I think it was the fact that he used my name that clued me into realizing that he was dead serious. And so, with extreme reluctance I straddled the passenger rider. He pulled on his own helmet and climbed on in front of me.

Swinging his head around to look at me a tiny smirk flickered across his face. “Hold on to me, ‘kay? Don’t want to lose you.”

I gave a small nod and hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist. He snorted and shook his head facing the front and placing his hands on the handlebars. For a moment, I wondered what he was shaking his head at but when he started the bike and I felt the roar of the engine beneath me, I figured it out pretty quick.

Matt didn’t ease the bike out of the lot, no, the beast almost had a mind of its own and literally screamed out of there. I had to tighten my hold around his waist and that brought my breasts flush against his muscled back. He wasn’t complaining, and truth be told I was so petrified of being on that bike, having my breasts squashed against his back was the least of my problems.

Luckily, the ride from the venue to the hotel was only about ten minutes long, ten minutes too long in my opinion. I just wanted the ride to end. I kept my eyes closed the whole way, clutching for dear life around Matt’s waist and silently cursing Giovanni for getting me into this predicament.

When we arrived, I was a little unsteady getting off the bike. Matt noticed and, ever the gentleman, he gripped my arm to steady me. I blushed and stammered my thanks.

He just laughed, those dimples showing once more. “No need to fall over me, hun. I’m not that good lookin’.”

I didn’t have any response to that comment so just remained silent as he steered me into the hotel. He nodded to the clerk as he hurried me to the elevator and then we were on our way up to the floor where the band was staying.

Pushing me ahead of him, Matt marched me out of the elevator along the hallway to a heavy wooden door right at the end. When we reached the door, he dug in his back pocket for a moment before revealing a white, plastic key card. He slid it into the slot and, when we both heard the soft click and the red light went green, he twisted the handle, pushing the door open.

Pulling me in by the elbow and hitting the light switch, Matt motioned with a jerk of his chin as he slid the key card back into his pocket. “Here we are. Home sweet home.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. He chuckled smearing a hand over his head, removing the bandanna in the process and tossing it onto a bench.

“Well, home sweet home away from home.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and strode further into the large room.

Remaining by the door, which had closed behind me, I glanced warily around me. My immediate impression was of a well-lit living area, several chaise lounges sprawled out in front of a huge widescreen television.

A long window filled the expanse behind the television. Heavy black drapes hung drawn back from the window revealing the townscape of Long Beach. Matt stood by the window gazing out at the view, hands braced on the frame.

I glanced to my right to the bench where he’d thrown his cap. There was a small kitchenette with a stove, fridge, microwave and shiny metal sink. Blinking, I looked to my left where I could see two doors leading out of the main living area: Bedroom and bathroom.

“C’mere.” Matt’s raspy voice tore my attention away from my passive tour of the room.

I looked over at him. He was leaning against the back of one of the lounges now, hands braced on either side of his body. I could see the muscles in his forearms bunching slightly as they supported his weight.

Taking a deep breath I nervously made my way to stand in front of him, head tucked down, eyes fixed on a point between his feet.

I heard him sigh softly. “Valary…”

I dared to meet his eyes. Those shades were still covering them so there was no way for me to read his expression.

“Yes, sir?”

Matt took his bottom lip between his teeth appraising me for a long while before sighing once more and lifting a hand to remove the shades and hooking them on the neck of his top. I swallowed hard as he brought his eyes to mine and for the first time I was able to gaze into them.

I shivered; his eyes were bright, filled with many different emotions. Yet, that was not what I noticed; instead, the colours were what caught my attention. They were myriad shades of green, hazel and brown mixed together in shifting hues.

He blinked once then stared at me eyes darkening imperceptibly, the colour shifting to a flat hazel-brown. Trembling, I lowered my gaze once more.

He moved, I felt him move a little closer to me, and then he cupped my chin in one large, warm hand and gently raised my gaze to his. “Look at me, Val.”

I obeyed, quivering at his touch. I was so nervous of the situation I’d been flung into; I didn’t know what else to do. He tilted his head to the side a thoughtful expression flickering in his eyes.

“So,” he spoke softly, “tell me, what is it you do for me?”

Staring at him, I wondered why he would be asking me that. He had purchased me, did he have no idea what that meant. His fingers tightened a little on my chin.

“Well?” His tone remained soft, almost curious.

I grasped at his wrist; it was surprisingly small around compared to the thickness of his arm. His eyes narrowed a caution in their depths.

Licking my lips, I whispered hoarsely in reply. “Anything, sir.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” My voice shook slightly and my stomach clenched as a burst of heat flared through my body.

He slid his hand from my chin to wrap lightly around my neck. The heat followed his touch. I began trembling as he squeezed his hand softly against my throat.

“Such as?” The tone in his voice changed, it became deeper more commanding.

A soft whimper escaped my lips. Fear slid like a snake into my mind. I hated this part of my life. Being a slave to a man’s needs and wants was the worst part of my bondage. It always scared me, because no man was ever gentle with my body, all they cared about was their own pleasure.

“Valary.” Matt became more insistent, his other hand moving to grasp my hip.

I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them again looking into his stern gaze. “I’ll...show you, sir.”

“Show me?”

Nodding, I cast a sideways glance toward the door I assumed led to the bedroom. Matt followed my gaze and I saw realisation dawn in his eyes. “Ah. I see.”

He released me and pushed away from the lounge, causing me to back up several feet.

“Well then.” He looked at me for a long moment.

I waited on bated breath, expecting him to order me to the bedroom or something. However, the command never came. And that was when I realised that this was going to be very different from any other time. Matthew Sanders was not like any of my other owners and here was my first glimpse of the person he was revealing himself to be.

Hugging myself, I watched dumbly as he walked around the lounge, flopped down on it and without even looking at me, picked up the remote and turned the television on. I stood there uncertain of what to do.

He turned his head slightly to look at me, and then he smiled a hint of those dimples appearing. “Here, sit down. Relax.”

I blinked uncomprehendingly at him.

He gave a low chuckle. “C’mon, Val. I’m not gonna bite.”

Biting at the inside of my cheek, I came around and perched hesitantly on the edge of the seat.

Matt rolled his eyes at me and without further preamble wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me fully onto the lounge close to his side. “Relax.”

He returned his gaze to the television where a late baseball game was playing on the screen. I shifted in his grip a little attempting to get comfortable. Matt felt my movement allowing his body to shift as well until he was laying back and I was resting against his chest.

Before I knew it my eyes were drifting closed and I ended up falling asleep on top of him. I hadn’t realised how exhausted I was, obviously everything that had happened in the past few hours was finally catching up with me.

The last thing I heard before I drifted away was a soft chuckle and Matt’s raspy voice murmuring almost gently to me. “Poor thing...you must be beat...sleep’ll do you good.”

Notes

Thank you, DaniVengeance :D