Under My Thumb // Mick Jagger

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I shake my head anxiously. I didn't want Mick to leave me or send me back home. "Sorry," I speak, my voice frail, coming out as only a whisper. "I didn't mean to make you mad." My eyes brim with tears and I squeeze them shut, hoping not to let any tears roll down my flustered cheeks.

Mick scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure you didn't. That's why you didn't listen to me the hundreds of times I asked you to change your outfit, right?" He was fed up, I could tell, but I didn't exactly know why. Why was my outfit only a problem now?

For whatever his reason was, though, it was stupid of me to disobey Mick like that. "Is that right, Ria?" He asks again. I realize I never confirmed his question. "You didn't listen to me because you didn't want to make me mad? That's your logic, isn't it?"

Nervous with how close Mick had gotten, I try to back up, but the bus behind me makes it impossible. I really couldn't bring myself to speak in front of Mick when I was this anxious.

"I guess we can take our conversation to the bus since you're being stubborn, as usual," Mick says.

He takes his shirt that he was holding in his hand and tosses in onto his shoulder. With his other hand, he grabs my shoulder, his grip firm, and begins walking us to his bus.

The short, one minute walk to the bus felt like twenty minutes at least. It was a crowded festival, but it seemed like Mick and I were the only people there right now. It felt like I was trapped in a bubble with just us.

I walk onto the bus after his gesture for me to get on and take a seat on the couch. My eyes gaze down at my hands, which I held in my lap, twiddling my thumbs. Through the corner of my eyes, I see Mick walk by me toward the bunks.

He returns a few minutes later—I could tell by the black leather boots that stood in front of me. "Ready to listen to me?" He asks, his tone indifferent, but I could hear the annoyance in his voice.

I nod my head, only looking up at him once his fingers reach under my chin to make me do so. "Naughty girl you are," Mick says. I thought I saw the faintest of smirks form on his lips, but maybe I was mistaken. After all, I don't think Mick was enjoying this. "Trying to get Jimmy's attention, were you now?"

My heart skips a beat and I immediately shake my head. My hands became sweaty. There was something about Mick thinking I liked Jimmy that I didn't like. Jimmy was attractive, and I might like him a little, but I couldn't admit that.

"Don't lie to me, baby. I saw you in his lap. And I'm sure he liked it, too. I know Jimmy well," Mick says. He breathes out and takes a seat next to me. "Tell me with your words, Ria," he starts again. "Did Jimmy do this to you?" He places his hand on my thigh, right below the end of my skirt. "Was his hand on your innocent thigh?"

I hesitate, knowing Mick wouldn't like the answer. "Yes," I murmur.

"Hm," Mick hums. "Figured. Jimmy, he likes to please his girls, you know? You're going to become just another girl to him, Ria."

My stomach drops hearing that. I just met Jimmy, so I shouldn't care that he doesn't think of me in any special way. "I'm not just another girl," I say with all the confidence I could muster, but my voice came out weak anyway.

"Oh baby, believe me when I tell you that I know that," Mick say with a chuckle. "Jimmy's the kind of guy I'm trying to keep you safe from. I need to protect you because you're not just another girl" His hand makes its way under my skirt just inches from my panties, causing me to gasp. "He didn't make it this far, did he?"

I shake my head and try my best not to let myself shake. I hadn't expected him to move his hand again.

"That's what I thought. Glad he had the decency to spare my innocent little girl," he says, once again with a chuckle. I look down at my leg where Mick's hand rested and then looked up at him briefly. "I didn't know you were a virgin, Ria."