The Lotus's Flame

Alone Part 22

Jax woke up naked and alone in his bed; beside him, he found a note from Kaitlyn. He picked it up and began to read; as he read the words, he became angry. He wanted to scream and shout her name, curse her for leaving some damned note to say goodbye instead of having the guts to say it to his face. After finishing the letter, he tore it to shreds and threw it to the floor, thinking, how dare she do this to him. Did she not realize how much he loved her, how he dies a little inside every night she is not in his arms? Hell, he knew he had been a little rough with his lovemaking last night, but she responded to him in every way, so he couldn't understand what upset her so much that she had run from him like this.

Jax could feel the warm tears threatening to fall from his eyes. His heart felt as if it had been stabbed with a thorn so deep that it would bleed for eternity. It hurt so much that he wanted to find a way to make it stop. He remembered Kaitlyn's written words in his head until it ached to breathe. He decided to give up, trying to understand what caused her to run. He got up from the bed and quickly dressed, realizing she must have needed his shirt to cover her torn dress when it was nowhere to be found.

Jax couldn't wait to get on the plane to France. He wanted to return to the stage and bury himself in the music. Let the stage and his fans help him forget Kaitlyn and how much he still wanted and needed her. He had to let her go, even if it meant losing a considerable part of his soul. Perhaps he was just destined to be alone; after all, he was dark and unpredictable like the flame of a fire. Kaitlyn was all light and delicate, like a lotus flower. He should have known they truly didn't stand a chance in hell. She was too good for a man like him, who constantly lived in the moment and never made any solid commitments to anything. God help me, he thought, he would have for her. Some of the lyrics for a new song came from his dark thoughts, and Jax quickly jotted them down.

She feasted in the presence of the beast from the golden cup. In the darkness, his demons hid. Still, she remained by his side. She was glad to be at his side because he was her best lover. What has been done can't be undone; he shall never set her free, and she shall forever be in the darkness!

"With every little tear, there is a deep fear; with every grin, there is a terrible sin. With every kiss, there is so much you miss; the kiss could be fake or even as deadly as a snake. There shall always be defeat where there's deceit, so be discreet with all you meet."

I like it, Jax thought as he walked from the hotel. On the tour bus, he saw the many blank stares from his band and Jewl. He decided instantly to use her to forget about Kaitlyn, at least for now. He would bury his cock so deep within her he would not be able to feel the pain that pierced his heart and soul.

"Jewel," Jax shouted as he motioned for her to follow him to his bed on the bus. Jewel smiled at him and stood to follow him. As she walked, she thought, I shall finally return to Jax's bed where I belong.

"Does last night's offer still stand, Jewel," Jax asked.

"Yes, my lover, it still stands. I will do anything to help you forget anything at all," Jewel replied with a smile on her beautiful face.

"Then do it; make me forget last night. Suck me into another world as you said you would," Jax hissed. Without another word spoken between them, Jewel lowered to her knees and took his shaft deep within her mouth. Her luscious lips sent him spinning into another world where there was only pleasure.

A while later, Jax lay in his bed after Jewel had given him pleasure. She was still there, next to him, purring like a cat. He wished she would leave him the hell alone but knew that wouldn't happen until he gave her pleasure as well. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her underneath his body. He tore her dress from her and drove his cock savagely into her all too eager body. He thrust; she screamed in delight and cried out his name. The harder or rougher he took her, the more she whimpered until, at last, she showered his thickness with her moist honey.