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Adult ++
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3
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1,725
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Filthy Fun
Disclamers: I don't own not a one person used :) in that fic. I don't own anything that they would like to have or don't have so there's no point in suing me. I don't know if they do what I wrote they do but I believe they're all over 21 so who cares.
Before you faint after reading the ratings, it's not what like you think. Just read :)
Sequel: to 'Celebrity' - the same AU ( I love that AU, more AU like that :) )
Thanks to: Jools (of course) and Jai (for betaing) *hughughug*
Feedback: kirkenovak@wp.pl
WARNING: NC-17 - *sicksicksicksick* BDSM, M/S, 3some, really bad language, violence and... schmoop, what a combo *sick*. Let's just say that this story should be on 'Nifty' in authoritarian section!but then... who said that experimenting is bad?
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Filthy Fun
by Kirke
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PART 1
I slowly withraw from hotel room's bathroom, feeling much better than ten minutes ago. Simple showers can do miracles to a person that dreams only about sleep and more sleep. Daniel follows close behind me, already dressed for bed, a T-shirt and boxers. I, on the other hand, still have a towel arond my waist. Before you ask, yes, we took a shover together, no, there was no 'action'... well, there was if you count washing someone's back as 'action'.
I change myself, wearing shorts and nothing else. Daniel sometimes teases me about that, saying that I don't need to wear anything at all cos I have enough fur and musceles to protect me from any cold. He forgets to add that I also have him. What can be better for someone's cold feet than another person's warm ones? He's stealing peeks while I dress, when he thinks I'm not watching and I just roll my eyes. We've spent ten minutes under the shower together, both buck naked and he still checks my arse. Should I feel offended? No? I thought so.
I turn around and send him one of my most seducive smiles, that one that Daniel calls 'break me, shake me'. It usually means that I want to get laid or I want to shag. It's optional. I aproach him slowly and throwing my arms around his neck, ask "So, what are you going do with me, now?"
He responds with a kiss but when I start to seek for his tongue he lightly but firmly pushes me away "Now Dazza" he smiles broadly (too broadly if you ask me) "we are going to bed."
I grin widely, like I've just heard the best compliement ever.
"So, we are going to do this in bed? What position? Am I going to be a bottom? May I be a bottom?" I stammer all the question at once and practicly bounce up and down while asking. I don't really want to have sex but teasing him is just too big of a temptation to resist. "Come on, Jonesy. I'm hot all over!" My voice cracks a little at the end, like I was some desperate. To prove my point I run my hands over my body in a slow, seducive motion.
I can see that he rises an eyebrow at this. I doubt he's surprissed by the request in particular, not with what've done more than once, more by the timing. We are both beat, no strength for anything that would require raising a hand (or in this case, a leg) up at all and I wanna play. But isn't it just the way I am? An Energizer bunny and a kid on crack put together.
He shakes his head in a minor disbelief and turns around showing his back (and arse, oh and what an arse it is!) to me as he goes to his side of the bed.
"Not fair" I fold my arms together and fuss like only I can "You promissed, you're going to punish me."
He doesn't answer at all just throws me another look and crawls to the bed, sighing with content when his body rests finally. He holds his arm up, invitantionly and I generouslceptcept, throwing myself at the bed and snuggling close to him. He tucks us under the covers and we lay like that for a minute, enjoying each other's presence. It's nice but I can't stop myself from snickering.
Daniel cracks his head so now we are staring into each other eyes "What?" he askes curiously
I smile "You're soft, luv. Just when I hoped for some fi fun fun..." I trail off so he can fill the blank space himself.
"Well," he says in a matter of factly tone "if you're so hot, why don't *you* do something."
I give him a funny look. What the heck is he talking about? "You mean, like, I should punish myself?" He surely can't mean that. That would be waaay to wierd. But then again, isn't that a guy who wore pink panties at one of our concert, to got me frustrated and jumpy. I'll never forget the look on Leonie's face when she kinda cought us when I was, *ehem*, admiring Daniel's underwear after the gig. She couldn't look us in the eyes for over a week. The best part was, they were her panties.
My husband nods and now it's my turn to rise an eyebrow. He prenends that he doesn't see this and closing his eyes, tries to drift to sleep, letting me use his arm as a pillow. I lie like that for a few minutes, a plan already forming in my head. Punish myself? Do something? Okiiii. When I finish with him he's gonna beg me for a fuck. No one messes with Darren Stanley Hayes-Jones and survives, even Mr. Jones himself.
I untangle from him with some difficulty and when we are not touching I whisper silently
"Jonesy?" I need to know if he's awaken.
He murmurs something that sounds like 'what' and I grin. Time for phase one: getting his attention. I start to talk, my voice dripping with eroticism.
"I think I was a really bad slut, Daniel."
His eyes snaps open at this and he jerks his head to look at me "Excuse me?" he asks in a 'I think I've just missheard' tone. Phase one completed.
"I said I was a really bad slut, you know at the party." I cast my eyes down with a perfect 'I'm so helpless' expression "I almost fucked with Pitt in front of everyone. I didn't have your permission to do so."
He stares at me dumbfounded, not knowing what the hell am I talking about. I don't give him chance to collect himself and continue, like I was telling him the most obvious thing in the world "You're mad. You take me to our room and as soon as we are behind closed doors you slap me so hard that I fall on the floor."
"Dazza...?" his voice is weak and unsure and I can't help myself, I need to laugh. "Don't worry luv." I pat his cheek with my hand lightly but that's the only contacy I allow myself to make with him "It's just how I like it. You know me, always a sucker for punishment. Besides I deserved it... and much more." I purr the last words and he moans involuntary, then, almost like he was ashamed of his own action he lies down and closes his eyes again. We lie in a silence for a few seconds.
"What next?" he asks finally I laugh again, or rather giggle to be more speciffic. It looks like phase two is complete as well. All I have to do now is to let my imagination go wild. But first "You need to promisse me something."
"What?" the question is out a little too fast too sound casual but I don't think he wants too sound casual at all.
"You promise me you won't try anything as long as I'm going to talk."
I can see that he rolles his eyes under his closed lids. "Sure, why not."
// Maybe because I'm planning to do everything to make you want me?// I think with a hidden smile, not allowing to show it throug.
I clear my throat "Then," I start in a low, seducive voice, so different from my earlier, careless one "you tell me I'm pathetic, that I'm like a stray dog, begging for attention, ready to offer to anyone that would be willing enough to take me. I cringe and whine but not dare to protest. I know you're right."
He moves uncomfortably a little and I stop. I want to have his full attention. He resumes his possition and I continue, still in the same tone. "You tell me to get out, to go fuck with Ben or Lee, that they'd surely use an ass like mine. You sit in your chair then and take a newspaper, ignoring me completly. I panic. I want you, to be with you, to be used by you."
The last part of my statement makes him inhale sharply and I grin. So, this is what floats your boat tonight. Good to know. "I'm crawling on my hands and knees towards you slowly, like the dog you told me I am. I start to rub my cheek at your feet, desperatly trying to get your attention but you're still ignoring me. So I start to whine, finally daring to speak 'Please don't reject me Daniel. You know I can't stand you rejecting me' " I modulate my voice so I speak in a tone I would use if put in situation like that. Desperation, need, longing everything that makes him hard.
"You put a newpapper down, so I can see your face. It's full of anger and I'm burrying my head between my shoulders, trying to make myself even smaller than I am now. '*You*?' you ask me, your voice dripping with venom 'What *you* can't stand? You're cringing in front of me like a 20$ whore and you still tell me about *your* needs?' For a second I'm sure you're gonna kick me but you don't. You take your newspapper again and I know I lost this fight. I'd preffer if you hit me. Better that attention than nothing."
I stop for a moment to look at him. I was so lost in my own tale that I didn't notice that Daniel's changed his position. He's now lying on his side, staring at me with a hungry gaze. I know what he wants, I want the same but I know he won't do a thing as long as I'm talking. He wants to know the end of this story. Me too, Danny. Would you believe I'm improvising? I lick my lips slowly, half to wet them, half to make sure he sees it and say:
"I crawl backwards and make my way silently to a bag that is lying forgotten on the floor in the corner. I open it and search for something between the clothes, begging silently not to disturbe you. When I find it I don't smile or make any other triumphic movement. I don't dare to hope yet."
He looks at me questioningly. He wants to know what have I found in that bag. I'll tell you love but no hurry, night is so young. I can feel that the sheets move slightly as he puts his arm around my waist and bring himself closer to me. I fear for a moment that he's going to 'do' something but he lies still and whisper
"Continue Dazza. I think you've got me hooked." To confirm his point he moves even closer pressing his body to my side and I feel his faint but noticable erection through our shorts. I know what he tries to do. He tries to get me horny so I would quickly finish and let him do this and that. Not a chance in hell, luv. Weren't you like, I don't know, dead tired and unresponsive just a few minutes ago? It's time to pay back for being a cold fish, insensitive at his husband's needs.
I see he puts his head at the pillow beside me and closes his eyes again but this time to concentrate on my story. I do the same, only the feeling of Daniel's body pressed to mine and the sound of my own voice exists in the universe at the moment.
"I put the dog leash I've been searching for between my teeth and crawl to your feet agin. You haven't changed your possition, still reading so I don't know if you were aware of my action. I sit in front of you and freeze. I want you to be the one acknowledging my presence this time, I don't know how'd you react if I disturb you again. I sit like that for a few minutes, my saliva dripping from my mouth and soaking the leather. I sincerly hope, you're going to beat me with this. Wet leather. Do you know how much it hurts? I know..." I stop for a moment and take a deep breath, then resume my speaking, almost moaning the last words "...and I want it."
Daniel shrugs a little but doesn't open his eyes or anything, he still lays there, his breathing a little faster than it should be. His erection is poking my hip now and I know as long as I'm going to use all those filthy, little words I'm going to have his and 'his' undivided attention. I'm starting to get a little horny myself.
"Five, maybe six minutes pass by and you finally put the newspapper down and look at me. I immediatelly bow my head low showing my complete submission, leash dangling from between my teeth touching the floor. 'Give mes' s' you order and I rise my head anticipately to give you my leash. I remember when you bought it. You caught me sucking off Lee in the dressing room without your permisson. You've made a rule that if any guy from the band wants me I must immediately do as he whishes but I need your permission to do so. It's impossible to follow without breaking one of the parts. You went to a pet shop and bought this, then tied me down with it and called everyone. You watched as Lee, Ben and Karl fucked me. Whole bloody night."
He moans silently at those words. It's really fun to provoke him like that. I enjoy it more and more with every second passing by and even know what to do next. I just hope this story will be veeery long and hot. Just to make him pay. Shouldn't it be, like, the other way around? Never mind. I like *both* ways.
"You take the leash in your hand, careful not to touch the salivated part. You look at me with disgust. 'You filtied it.' you say to me and I bow my head even lower, my forehead almost touching the floor. 'You want me to punish you?' Your question is rethorical but I can't help myself and I nod fircely few times. God, if you just knew how much I want it. I can feel your eyes on me and then I hear your voice and that one word I wanted to hear since the beginning: 'Beg'."
Daniel parts his mouth to take a deep breath and then releases it with a groan, not ashamed of his reactions anymore or maybe too involved to care. I think he enjoys the power I gave him over me in this story. Believe it or not but I enjoy my role as much as he does his. The le mae masochist in me is creating an image after an image in my brain and I need to restrain myself to keep this story with arms and legs. I'm still planning to use every of those visualizations.
"I do as you want, my wordncerncere 'Please, Daniel, please, punish me. I know I didn't deserve it, that I didn't deserve your attention at all but please...' I'm looking up at you, daring to meet your gaze for the first time since the beggining. Your eyes are full of ascendency, mine of submission. You look so mighty at the moment that I feel my cock twitch. You don't realize how your dominance turns me on."
I turn my head, so my lips are just few inches from Daniel's, our noses almost rubbing "Isn't that the way it suppose to be? Isn't that the way *you* want it." My breath is tickling his face and I see that he slowly rises his head and start to move it in my direction, his hand discretly snugling under the waistband of my shorts. He wants to kiss me and for a second I want to allow but I don't. My fingers touch his lips in a halting move when he's just an inch away.
"Not yet, Jonesy, you've promissed." I remind him silently. Hens hns his eyes on this and I melt. They're full of fire and longing. I almost surrender to him there but some part of me, that part that likes to tease him restrains me, reminding me that that was supposed to be a punishment for him. I let my finger slide down to his neck, to his adam's apple and I turn my head again, looking at the cilling.
"Dazza, I want you." he's so close to me, his body burning like a torch, especially his arm around my waist and his erection but somehow, I resist. Is that my fault that I love to make him want me? He does now but that's not enough.
"Not yet." I state simply. He moanes helplessly but does as I asked and putting his head down again, whisper "You're begging me." he takes his part in my story "What do I do then? Do I punish you for being such a slut?" Now it's my turn to shiver. Hearing those words from me is one thing but hearing them from his mouth makes my blood boil. If that's what he feels now, then I truly feel for him. My poor, little Danny. But he wanted this himself, he was the one that refuseed to cooporate. I smiled despite myself. I'm planning that he'd never forget this night. I speak again:
" 'You're not worth it' you say cruely 'why should I bother and waste my time on you while I can do hundreds of other things instead'. I whimper. How would I survive a day without being your toy? I'm desperate now Daniel, a horny desperate that n his his relief badly. I start to beg you again and you tease me while I do that, rubbing the leash lightly over my back and butt, giving my hope that you're going to hit me any moment now. I'm regretting that I didn't take my shirt off. How much more wonderful it would feel if I was naked."
Suddenly I became aware that I am almost naked *here*. He never removed his hand from my shorts and now his skin is warming mine in one of the most strategic places. He isn't touching my cock but his hand is close enough to that place to feel my heat. That was supposed to be a lesson for him, not for me. I don't think he's aware of my hestiance, he probably thinks it's a part of the story, a dramatic pause, so I take a calming breath and continue
"You quiet me after few minutes of that whining and speak up. 'When I punish you, I hope for you to understand why but you don't. You think I enjoy that? That I *like* beating you? That I'm some pervent? Well, I'm not. When I do that I hope you learn something. You never do. You have a fucking hard on so no more. Never.' You bark the last word and I sob. I start to beg you like I think I've never begged about anything in my life and believe me, half of my adult life I've spent on my knees. I'm promising to be better, more obedient but you just sit and watch. A strange, almost wicked smile is playing on your lips now and I shiver. I love that smile somehow as much as i'm affraid of it. The best of your ideas are colored by it. I remember last time you smiled like that. It was two weeks ago, after one of our concerts. You tied me to a chair and fucked with Lee and Ben right before my eyes. I was so hard and horny while watching your naked bodies, hearing your moans, observing a climax after a climax but couldn't relieve myself. When at the end you let Ben do me, I came almost as soon as he entered me."
Daniel releases his breath in one sharp response and I have to smile. I didn't know he was holding his breath. He was right, he's hooked. I *acciedently* move my right leg and my hip is brushing his erection catecately. He murmurs contended at that, enjoying my little sting of affection.
"You raise your hand and I shut myself up immediately. You speak again 'I don't have the strength to play that game with you Darren but I sure do know someone that does.' You stand up and order me to stay and not to move, until you get back. You leave the leash on the chair to tease me with it's sight and exit the room, leaving me alone. I wonder who you went to get. Lee, Karl or Ben..."
Daniel's eyes snap open at this and he interrupts me. "Ummm... Dazza," he says a little unsure "There will be no 'guys' there, right?" I grin ais. is. Someone's a prude or what? Maybe he'd just learned his lesson the hard way. I told him a story few months ago, with me, Ben and whipped cream as main characters. He got so horny then, that in the middle he was practicaly fucking the bed so I allow him to fuck me instead but when we finished and his hormones went back to normal... let's just say he had some problems with spending even 10 seconds with Ben in one room for a really long time.
"Wait see see, Jonesy." I mock him. He give me another unsure look but closes his eyes again. I proudly notice that he even loose a little from his woody. Good sign. I take a deep breath and continue,
"I sincerly hope it will be Lee. Ben and Karl are ok and really playfull but it's Lee that is the roughest and the horniest. He even have a rule. When we fuck I have a new name- bitch. No Darren or Dazza. *Bitch*."
I slightly emphasize that word to make sure he hears it with all the dirty meaning. His leg jerks slightly and his erection again assults my hip but this time it's his call, not mine. I can think of one or rather two other places I would prefer his cock to rub me at the moment and I'm sure he thinks of them as well but as long as I have at least a shadow of self control he'd have to cherish what he's got. Revange is a sweet bitch, isn't she?
"I can hear the doors opening again and two sets of feet making its way to me. I shiver with anticipation, wondering who is there with you. 'Oh, Dazza. Guess who I've brought you?' I can hear your sneering voice near me. I rise my head up but not dare to turn around cos you said that I can't. I'd *never* do anything against your will Daniel, even if I like being punish. My submissive part wouldn't allow me to. You like me the way I am, a little obediant slut that would do *anything* to please you. Anything..."
I whisper the last word and trail off. I want him to imagine what things I am talking about. It must be working because he stirs a little and I swear I feis cis cock twitch harder with every word. I wonder how long it would last before he'll decide that he has enough and jump me. I didn't even start the good part yet and he's horny like hell. I doubt we'll get to the end but then, that's exactly what I want.
"You stand in front of me and I need to look at you and admire. My lord, my master. No matter who fucks me, it's always you on my mind, you're the one and only. If you'd told me that from now on you forbid me to be with anyone else, I'd listen."
Observing his body at the moment I say is fascinating. His jaw clenched tightly like he's trying to prevent himself from moaning. Pity, I love to hear him moan but I'm sure I'd have plenty of other ocassions to listen to them tonight.
" 'Stand up' you order and I do it immediately. You inspect me from my head to my toes, a undescribable expression on your face. You raise your hand and slap me again, not that hard like the first one but still enough to sting. I wonder if there was a reason for you to do so or maybe you just had a craving. 'You're hard,' you say with disgust. I look down at myself, the bulge in my pants is more than obvious. But how could I not be? You slapped me, teased me with a leash, treated me worse than a dog."
Daniel stirs again, his hand involuntarly closing hard at my hip. I'm glad he has his eyes closed because if he opened them, he would notice that I'm almost as hard as he is. How sick does someone have to be to get turned on by his own dirty talking? I think I'm just about to find out. I lick my lips again and moan, half as me half as that other Dazza and smile as Daniel finally copies my action. Hooked? He's nailed, damn it.
" 'He's all yours.' You say to whoever that person is with you and turn around to sit on the edge of the bed. I can see your mean grin, that one that always turns me on so much. 'Fuck him, just *don't* be gentle.' I hear a laugh behind me 'I'm not planning to be.' My eyes suddenly wide and I need to restrain myself from spinning around because I recognize that voice. How the hell did you do that?"
tbc...
Before you faint after reading the ratings, it's not what like you think. Just read :)
Sequel: to 'Celebrity' - the same AU ( I love that AU, more AU like that :) )
Thanks to: Jools (of course) and Jai (for betaing) *hughughug*
Feedback: kirkenovak@wp.pl
WARNING: NC-17 - *sicksicksicksick* BDSM, M/S, 3some, really bad language, violence and... schmoop, what a combo *sick*. Let's just say that this story should be on 'Nifty' in authoritarian section!but then... who said that experimenting is bad?
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Filthy Fun
by Kirke
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PART 1
I slowly withraw from hotel room's bathroom, feeling much better than ten minutes ago. Simple showers can do miracles to a person that dreams only about sleep and more sleep. Daniel follows close behind me, already dressed for bed, a T-shirt and boxers. I, on the other hand, still have a towel arond my waist. Before you ask, yes, we took a shover together, no, there was no 'action'... well, there was if you count washing someone's back as 'action'.
I change myself, wearing shorts and nothing else. Daniel sometimes teases me about that, saying that I don't need to wear anything at all cos I have enough fur and musceles to protect me from any cold. He forgets to add that I also have him. What can be better for someone's cold feet than another person's warm ones? He's stealing peeks while I dress, when he thinks I'm not watching and I just roll my eyes. We've spent ten minutes under the shower together, both buck naked and he still checks my arse. Should I feel offended? No? I thought so.
I turn around and send him one of my most seducive smiles, that one that Daniel calls 'break me, shake me'. It usually means that I want to get laid or I want to shag. It's optional. I aproach him slowly and throwing my arms around his neck, ask "So, what are you going do with me, now?"
He responds with a kiss but when I start to seek for his tongue he lightly but firmly pushes me away "Now Dazza" he smiles broadly (too broadly if you ask me) "we are going to bed."
I grin widely, like I've just heard the best compliement ever.
"So, we are going to do this in bed? What position? Am I going to be a bottom? May I be a bottom?" I stammer all the question at once and practicly bounce up and down while asking. I don't really want to have sex but teasing him is just too big of a temptation to resist. "Come on, Jonesy. I'm hot all over!" My voice cracks a little at the end, like I was some desperate. To prove my point I run my hands over my body in a slow, seducive motion.
I can see that he rises an eyebrow at this. I doubt he's surprissed by the request in particular, not with what've done more than once, more by the timing. We are both beat, no strength for anything that would require raising a hand (or in this case, a leg) up at all and I wanna play. But isn't it just the way I am? An Energizer bunny and a kid on crack put together.
He shakes his head in a minor disbelief and turns around showing his back (and arse, oh and what an arse it is!) to me as he goes to his side of the bed.
"Not fair" I fold my arms together and fuss like only I can "You promissed, you're going to punish me."
He doesn't answer at all just throws me another look and crawls to the bed, sighing with content when his body rests finally. He holds his arm up, invitantionly and I generouslceptcept, throwing myself at the bed and snuggling close to him. He tucks us under the covers and we lay like that for a minute, enjoying each other's presence. It's nice but I can't stop myself from snickering.
Daniel cracks his head so now we are staring into each other eyes "What?" he askes curiously
I smile "You're soft, luv. Just when I hoped for some fi fun fun..." I trail off so he can fill the blank space himself.
"Well," he says in a matter of factly tone "if you're so hot, why don't *you* do something."
I give him a funny look. What the heck is he talking about? "You mean, like, I should punish myself?" He surely can't mean that. That would be waaay to wierd. But then again, isn't that a guy who wore pink panties at one of our concert, to got me frustrated and jumpy. I'll never forget the look on Leonie's face when she kinda cought us when I was, *ehem*, admiring Daniel's underwear after the gig. She couldn't look us in the eyes for over a week. The best part was, they were her panties.
My husband nods and now it's my turn to rise an eyebrow. He prenends that he doesn't see this and closing his eyes, tries to drift to sleep, letting me use his arm as a pillow. I lie like that for a few minutes, a plan already forming in my head. Punish myself? Do something? Okiiii. When I finish with him he's gonna beg me for a fuck. No one messes with Darren Stanley Hayes-Jones and survives, even Mr. Jones himself.
I untangle from him with some difficulty and when we are not touching I whisper silently
"Jonesy?" I need to know if he's awaken.
He murmurs something that sounds like 'what' and I grin. Time for phase one: getting his attention. I start to talk, my voice dripping with eroticism.
"I think I was a really bad slut, Daniel."
His eyes snaps open at this and he jerks his head to look at me "Excuse me?" he asks in a 'I think I've just missheard' tone. Phase one completed.
"I said I was a really bad slut, you know at the party." I cast my eyes down with a perfect 'I'm so helpless' expression "I almost fucked with Pitt in front of everyone. I didn't have your permission to do so."
He stares at me dumbfounded, not knowing what the hell am I talking about. I don't give him chance to collect himself and continue, like I was telling him the most obvious thing in the world "You're mad. You take me to our room and as soon as we are behind closed doors you slap me so hard that I fall on the floor."
"Dazza...?" his voice is weak and unsure and I can't help myself, I need to laugh. "Don't worry luv." I pat his cheek with my hand lightly but that's the only contacy I allow myself to make with him "It's just how I like it. You know me, always a sucker for punishment. Besides I deserved it... and much more." I purr the last words and he moans involuntary, then, almost like he was ashamed of his own action he lies down and closes his eyes again. We lie in a silence for a few seconds.
"What next?" he asks finally I laugh again, or rather giggle to be more speciffic. It looks like phase two is complete as well. All I have to do now is to let my imagination go wild. But first "You need to promisse me something."
"What?" the question is out a little too fast too sound casual but I don't think he wants too sound casual at all.
"You promise me you won't try anything as long as I'm going to talk."
I can see that he rolles his eyes under his closed lids. "Sure, why not."
// Maybe because I'm planning to do everything to make you want me?// I think with a hidden smile, not allowing to show it throug.
I clear my throat "Then," I start in a low, seducive voice, so different from my earlier, careless one "you tell me I'm pathetic, that I'm like a stray dog, begging for attention, ready to offer to anyone that would be willing enough to take me. I cringe and whine but not dare to protest. I know you're right."
He moves uncomfortably a little and I stop. I want to have his full attention. He resumes his possition and I continue, still in the same tone. "You tell me to get out, to go fuck with Ben or Lee, that they'd surely use an ass like mine. You sit in your chair then and take a newspaper, ignoring me completly. I panic. I want you, to be with you, to be used by you."
The last part of my statement makes him inhale sharply and I grin. So, this is what floats your boat tonight. Good to know. "I'm crawling on my hands and knees towards you slowly, like the dog you told me I am. I start to rub my cheek at your feet, desperatly trying to get your attention but you're still ignoring me. So I start to whine, finally daring to speak 'Please don't reject me Daniel. You know I can't stand you rejecting me' " I modulate my voice so I speak in a tone I would use if put in situation like that. Desperation, need, longing everything that makes him hard.
"You put a newpapper down, so I can see your face. It's full of anger and I'm burrying my head between my shoulders, trying to make myself even smaller than I am now. '*You*?' you ask me, your voice dripping with venom 'What *you* can't stand? You're cringing in front of me like a 20$ whore and you still tell me about *your* needs?' For a second I'm sure you're gonna kick me but you don't. You take your newspapper again and I know I lost this fight. I'd preffer if you hit me. Better that attention than nothing."
I stop for a moment to look at him. I was so lost in my own tale that I didn't notice that Daniel's changed his position. He's now lying on his side, staring at me with a hungry gaze. I know what he wants, I want the same but I know he won't do a thing as long as I'm talking. He wants to know the end of this story. Me too, Danny. Would you believe I'm improvising? I lick my lips slowly, half to wet them, half to make sure he sees it and say:
"I crawl backwards and make my way silently to a bag that is lying forgotten on the floor in the corner. I open it and search for something between the clothes, begging silently not to disturbe you. When I find it I don't smile or make any other triumphic movement. I don't dare to hope yet."
He looks at me questioningly. He wants to know what have I found in that bag. I'll tell you love but no hurry, night is so young. I can feel that the sheets move slightly as he puts his arm around my waist and bring himself closer to me. I fear for a moment that he's going to 'do' something but he lies still and whisper
"Continue Dazza. I think you've got me hooked." To confirm his point he moves even closer pressing his body to my side and I feel his faint but noticable erection through our shorts. I know what he tries to do. He tries to get me horny so I would quickly finish and let him do this and that. Not a chance in hell, luv. Weren't you like, I don't know, dead tired and unresponsive just a few minutes ago? It's time to pay back for being a cold fish, insensitive at his husband's needs.
I see he puts his head at the pillow beside me and closes his eyes again but this time to concentrate on my story. I do the same, only the feeling of Daniel's body pressed to mine and the sound of my own voice exists in the universe at the moment.
"I put the dog leash I've been searching for between my teeth and crawl to your feet agin. You haven't changed your possition, still reading so I don't know if you were aware of my action. I sit in front of you and freeze. I want you to be the one acknowledging my presence this time, I don't know how'd you react if I disturb you again. I sit like that for a few minutes, my saliva dripping from my mouth and soaking the leather. I sincerly hope, you're going to beat me with this. Wet leather. Do you know how much it hurts? I know..." I stop for a moment and take a deep breath, then resume my speaking, almost moaning the last words "...and I want it."
Daniel shrugs a little but doesn't open his eyes or anything, he still lays there, his breathing a little faster than it should be. His erection is poking my hip now and I know as long as I'm going to use all those filthy, little words I'm going to have his and 'his' undivided attention. I'm starting to get a little horny myself.
"Five, maybe six minutes pass by and you finally put the newspapper down and look at me. I immediatelly bow my head low showing my complete submission, leash dangling from between my teeth touching the floor. 'Give mes' s' you order and I rise my head anticipately to give you my leash. I remember when you bought it. You caught me sucking off Lee in the dressing room without your permisson. You've made a rule that if any guy from the band wants me I must immediately do as he whishes but I need your permission to do so. It's impossible to follow without breaking one of the parts. You went to a pet shop and bought this, then tied me down with it and called everyone. You watched as Lee, Ben and Karl fucked me. Whole bloody night."
He moans silently at those words. It's really fun to provoke him like that. I enjoy it more and more with every second passing by and even know what to do next. I just hope this story will be veeery long and hot. Just to make him pay. Shouldn't it be, like, the other way around? Never mind. I like *both* ways.
"You take the leash in your hand, careful not to touch the salivated part. You look at me with disgust. 'You filtied it.' you say to me and I bow my head even lower, my forehead almost touching the floor. 'You want me to punish you?' Your question is rethorical but I can't help myself and I nod fircely few times. God, if you just knew how much I want it. I can feel your eyes on me and then I hear your voice and that one word I wanted to hear since the beginning: 'Beg'."
Daniel parts his mouth to take a deep breath and then releases it with a groan, not ashamed of his reactions anymore or maybe too involved to care. I think he enjoys the power I gave him over me in this story. Believe it or not but I enjoy my role as much as he does his. The le mae masochist in me is creating an image after an image in my brain and I need to restrain myself to keep this story with arms and legs. I'm still planning to use every of those visualizations.
"I do as you want, my wordncerncere 'Please, Daniel, please, punish me. I know I didn't deserve it, that I didn't deserve your attention at all but please...' I'm looking up at you, daring to meet your gaze for the first time since the beggining. Your eyes are full of ascendency, mine of submission. You look so mighty at the moment that I feel my cock twitch. You don't realize how your dominance turns me on."
I turn my head, so my lips are just few inches from Daniel's, our noses almost rubbing "Isn't that the way it suppose to be? Isn't that the way *you* want it." My breath is tickling his face and I see that he slowly rises his head and start to move it in my direction, his hand discretly snugling under the waistband of my shorts. He wants to kiss me and for a second I want to allow but I don't. My fingers touch his lips in a halting move when he's just an inch away.
"Not yet, Jonesy, you've promissed." I remind him silently. Hens hns his eyes on this and I melt. They're full of fire and longing. I almost surrender to him there but some part of me, that part that likes to tease him restrains me, reminding me that that was supposed to be a punishment for him. I let my finger slide down to his neck, to his adam's apple and I turn my head again, looking at the cilling.
"Dazza, I want you." he's so close to me, his body burning like a torch, especially his arm around my waist and his erection but somehow, I resist. Is that my fault that I love to make him want me? He does now but that's not enough.
"Not yet." I state simply. He moanes helplessly but does as I asked and putting his head down again, whisper "You're begging me." he takes his part in my story "What do I do then? Do I punish you for being such a slut?" Now it's my turn to shiver. Hearing those words from me is one thing but hearing them from his mouth makes my blood boil. If that's what he feels now, then I truly feel for him. My poor, little Danny. But he wanted this himself, he was the one that refuseed to cooporate. I smiled despite myself. I'm planning that he'd never forget this night. I speak again:
" 'You're not worth it' you say cruely 'why should I bother and waste my time on you while I can do hundreds of other things instead'. I whimper. How would I survive a day without being your toy? I'm desperate now Daniel, a horny desperate that n his his relief badly. I start to beg you again and you tease me while I do that, rubbing the leash lightly over my back and butt, giving my hope that you're going to hit me any moment now. I'm regretting that I didn't take my shirt off. How much more wonderful it would feel if I was naked."
Suddenly I became aware that I am almost naked *here*. He never removed his hand from my shorts and now his skin is warming mine in one of the most strategic places. He isn't touching my cock but his hand is close enough to that place to feel my heat. That was supposed to be a lesson for him, not for me. I don't think he's aware of my hestiance, he probably thinks it's a part of the story, a dramatic pause, so I take a calming breath and continue
"You quiet me after few minutes of that whining and speak up. 'When I punish you, I hope for you to understand why but you don't. You think I enjoy that? That I *like* beating you? That I'm some pervent? Well, I'm not. When I do that I hope you learn something. You never do. You have a fucking hard on so no more. Never.' You bark the last word and I sob. I start to beg you like I think I've never begged about anything in my life and believe me, half of my adult life I've spent on my knees. I'm promising to be better, more obedient but you just sit and watch. A strange, almost wicked smile is playing on your lips now and I shiver. I love that smile somehow as much as i'm affraid of it. The best of your ideas are colored by it. I remember last time you smiled like that. It was two weeks ago, after one of our concerts. You tied me to a chair and fucked with Lee and Ben right before my eyes. I was so hard and horny while watching your naked bodies, hearing your moans, observing a climax after a climax but couldn't relieve myself. When at the end you let Ben do me, I came almost as soon as he entered me."
Daniel releases his breath in one sharp response and I have to smile. I didn't know he was holding his breath. He was right, he's hooked. I *acciedently* move my right leg and my hip is brushing his erection catecately. He murmurs contended at that, enjoying my little sting of affection.
"You raise your hand and I shut myself up immediately. You speak again 'I don't have the strength to play that game with you Darren but I sure do know someone that does.' You stand up and order me to stay and not to move, until you get back. You leave the leash on the chair to tease me with it's sight and exit the room, leaving me alone. I wonder who you went to get. Lee, Karl or Ben..."
Daniel's eyes snap open at this and he interrupts me. "Ummm... Dazza," he says a little unsure "There will be no 'guys' there, right?" I grin ais. is. Someone's a prude or what? Maybe he'd just learned his lesson the hard way. I told him a story few months ago, with me, Ben and whipped cream as main characters. He got so horny then, that in the middle he was practicaly fucking the bed so I allow him to fuck me instead but when we finished and his hormones went back to normal... let's just say he had some problems with spending even 10 seconds with Ben in one room for a really long time.
"Wait see see, Jonesy." I mock him. He give me another unsure look but closes his eyes again. I proudly notice that he even loose a little from his woody. Good sign. I take a deep breath and continue,
"I sincerly hope it will be Lee. Ben and Karl are ok and really playfull but it's Lee that is the roughest and the horniest. He even have a rule. When we fuck I have a new name- bitch. No Darren or Dazza. *Bitch*."
I slightly emphasize that word to make sure he hears it with all the dirty meaning. His leg jerks slightly and his erection again assults my hip but this time it's his call, not mine. I can think of one or rather two other places I would prefer his cock to rub me at the moment and I'm sure he thinks of them as well but as long as I have at least a shadow of self control he'd have to cherish what he's got. Revange is a sweet bitch, isn't she?
"I can hear the doors opening again and two sets of feet making its way to me. I shiver with anticipation, wondering who is there with you. 'Oh, Dazza. Guess who I've brought you?' I can hear your sneering voice near me. I rise my head up but not dare to turn around cos you said that I can't. I'd *never* do anything against your will Daniel, even if I like being punish. My submissive part wouldn't allow me to. You like me the way I am, a little obediant slut that would do *anything* to please you. Anything..."
I whisper the last word and trail off. I want him to imagine what things I am talking about. It must be working because he stirs a little and I swear I feis cis cock twitch harder with every word. I wonder how long it would last before he'll decide that he has enough and jump me. I didn't even start the good part yet and he's horny like hell. I doubt we'll get to the end but then, that's exactly what I want.
"You stand in front of me and I need to look at you and admire. My lord, my master. No matter who fucks me, it's always you on my mind, you're the one and only. If you'd told me that from now on you forbid me to be with anyone else, I'd listen."
Observing his body at the moment I say is fascinating. His jaw clenched tightly like he's trying to prevent himself from moaning. Pity, I love to hear him moan but I'm sure I'd have plenty of other ocassions to listen to them tonight.
" 'Stand up' you order and I do it immediately. You inspect me from my head to my toes, a undescribable expression on your face. You raise your hand and slap me again, not that hard like the first one but still enough to sting. I wonder if there was a reason for you to do so or maybe you just had a craving. 'You're hard,' you say with disgust. I look down at myself, the bulge in my pants is more than obvious. But how could I not be? You slapped me, teased me with a leash, treated me worse than a dog."
Daniel stirs again, his hand involuntarly closing hard at my hip. I'm glad he has his eyes closed because if he opened them, he would notice that I'm almost as hard as he is. How sick does someone have to be to get turned on by his own dirty talking? I think I'm just about to find out. I lick my lips again and moan, half as me half as that other Dazza and smile as Daniel finally copies my action. Hooked? He's nailed, damn it.
" 'He's all yours.' You say to whoever that person is with you and turn around to sit on the edge of the bed. I can see your mean grin, that one that always turns me on so much. 'Fuck him, just *don't* be gentle.' I hear a laugh behind me 'I'm not planning to be.' My eyes suddenly wide and I need to restrain myself from spinning around because I recognize that voice. How the hell did you do that?"
tbc...