An Arranged Marriage S.M.

Chapter twenty five

Once we arrived at the entrance to the pool, I had to use the room key to get in. There were two pools. One inside and one outside. We at the one inside.

I opened the door holding it for Shawn. And the. Walking in myself. I threw my towel and room key on a chair along with my baiting suit cover. Shawn smirked when he saw my baiting suit.

"Why do you do this to me?" He moaned in frustration. I smiled as I got into the pool with him. He pulled me against him so I could feel his boner and whispered into my ear. "This is because of you, so you've gotta fix it." He moaned into my ear. I shook my head swimming underneath his legs and around behind him.

"Use your hand," I mocked swimming around him. He shook his head bringing his hand down to his area. I smacked his arm. "I didn't mean it." I screeched. He shrugged.

"You weren't gonna do anything about it so." I smacked his arm again. I grabbed his wrist. The doors were wooden and the windows were blocked. They had one way glass and we were on the only side that could see through.

"Float on your back," I commanded and he did as told. I started by working on it with my hand. He moaned. I then got out and told him to follow.

He got out following my action. And laid down on a chair. I now put my mouth around it. Working what couldn't fit with my hands. Shawn turned into a moaning mess. I kept working him, "baby I'm gonna cum," I felt him twitch a signal he was cumming. He started to cum in my mouth. "Keep going," he moaned. As he hit his high. I continued with my movement making his high last much longer.

Once he finally cooled down we got back into the pool swimming around, Playing, talking, kissing. All sorts of different things.

Once we had been in the pool for about an hour we decided to get out and go back to our room. I wrapped a towel around myself drying off quickly, as I waited for Shawn.

Once he was done I threw my towel into the laundry baskets that sat at the door. I pushed the overweighted door walking out in only my bikini.

Shawn gritted his teeth as a couple of guys walked up to me asking for me to sign things and wanting pictures.

I did it willingly causing Shawn's anger to rise. His hands were balled up into fists as I took the last picture.

He clearly wasn't happy with me. I ran after him, catching up just as the elevators doors were about to close. He looked uneasy.

I put my hand on his and he ripped out of my grip. "What's wrong?" I asked getting closer. He still had his fists balled and his jaw clenched.

The elevator came to a stop and Shawn got out quickly. Turning to get the key from my hand. The sliding it into the door pushing is open not even bothering to hold it open like he usually would.

"Shawn," I started raising my voice. He turned quickly facing me and I instantly regretted what I had just said. "I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth.

"I know you and I know your not ok. Talk to me baby," I only called him that when it was just us. "Nothing. I have to get ready. I have a show tonight." He mumbled going to shower.

I sighed running my hands through my hair. I didn't want to argue. I didn't mean to make him mad. I was just so amazed I actually had fans. And now I feel really bad.

I just let my body fall back onto the bed. As I stared at the ceiling. I rolled over onto my stomach and began crying into my hands. I was having a panic attack.

I started freaking out. I was breathing heavy and crying and just freaking out. My breathing started increasing more and more until the point that I couldn't breath.

Having asthma didn't really help me in situations like this. I started gasping trying to get air. But I couldn't. I reached for my bag but I was to weak to get it. Shawn came out of the bathroom with his towel rapped around his waist.

He wasn't paying much attention to me until he heard my muffled cried for help. He started panicking when he looked at me. I pointed over to my bag where he searched for the inhaler and my anxiety meds. I took the puffer and then the pills beginning to breath more normally. He through on some boxers and his normal jeans and t-short as he started checking if I was ok. I was just laying down on the bed with my eyes closed trying to regain my breath.

I opened my eyes giving him a weak but reassuring smile. He sighed of relief. "Are you ok?" He grabbed my hand. I nodded. "Are you?" I asked. He seemed even happier that I talked to him but also upset at the same time. "Yeah. I guess," he mumbled. "What's wrong?" I asked patting the spot next to me.

"I did this to you," he sighed. I was still pretty pale but he knew I would be ok. I did too. I finally figured out how to manage it.

"It's not your fault." I said trying to reassure him. he bitterly laughed. "Yeah it is." He argued with me. "No it really isn't. It's mine." His mouth hung open at my words. "How is it your fault?" He seemed very shocked still.

"I'm the one that decided to go off and take the pictures with those guys, even though I knew it would make you mad." I pouted. He laughed at my child like actions.

"You still have a show to go to." I picked his sides causing him to flinch. "Alright alright." He sighed in defeat. "Your coming though, right?" He asked searching my eyes for any possible hints.

I slowly nodded my head. He smiled pecking my forehead. I smiled to myself thinking about how one minute he can be so mad and then the next he's all happy and stuff.

I got off of the bed slowly. And started getting ready for the concert. I put on dark makeup along with my Shawn Mendes shirt and some jeans. I looked at my reflexion in the motor admiring my outfit choice as Shawn came up behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. The shirt I was wearing was just a little bit too small but that's how I ordered it. It made my boobs look great.

"Ready?" He asked looking at the time. I nodded grabbing our phones from the nightstand. And handing him his. "I don't know what I would do without you," he smiled kissing the top of my head. We got into the elevator pushing the button with the M on it.

Shawn squeezed my hand I smiled looking down at our intertwined fingers. Just like old times. The elevator came to a stop and the quiet was replaced with screaming fans and ambulances sirens.

Shawn held my hand and I held the keys. Shawn got to the car searching in his pocket for the keys and I smiled knowingly. I handed him the keys as he kissed my head on more time before getting into the car.

He put the key into the ignition once again waiting for a path to be cleared. He drove slowly through the path that was given until he was far enough away to start driving faster.

We were getting closer to the arena and I could already hear the fans screams. DNCE was opening. Shawn parked in the back, and got out him and I quickly being escorted into the building by a large man.

This was my first ever concert, ok that was a lie. But that's what I've been telling Shawn. Although my first concert was in this building and he was the one performing.

Summer and I came out one weekend during university and watched his concert. I really missed him.

"5 minutes," someone knocked at the door for Shawn. "You excited?" He asked I was bunking with excitement. I could barely contain myself. I just wanted to see him perform and connect with his fans.

For the five minutes Shawn had before set he searched for his lucky guitar pick. I have been holding it this whole time. "One minute shawn," the same person knocked again.

"I have a present for you." I said to Shawn. As he sighed giving up. I held out his lucky guitar pick. "So you've had it this whole time?" He chuckled starting to tickle my sides. I started squirming under his touch.

"Your on Shawn." Management opened the door. He walked onto the stage almost forgetting his guitar. I grabbed it handing it to him as he turned back to get it. "I love you so much." He pecked my nose walking back onto stage.