Cheyene POV

Fuck. I thought I'd never have to wear this outfit again.

A black and red lace crop top that could pass for a bra and black and red lace garter and stockings. It was basically the sluttiest outfit you could get while actually having an outfit.

I looked like a downright whore. Which, not gonna lie, I kinda was, but still you know what I mean.

"Chey hurry up we're gonna be late and-" Rachel looked at me with a small smirk, "Woah I thought you hated that outfit. What's the special occasion?"

"Let's just say I'm waiting for someone"

"Would that someone happen to be Mr. Cowboy from last night?"

"Maybe what's it to you?"

"You never see one of your...what do you call them? Clients? After you sleep with em"

"Well he's just.... I don't know....different"

"OH MY GOD CHEY'S IN LOVE"

"No I'm not"

She ran out the door and down the hall, knocking on the dressing room doors as she went. "CHEYENE'S IN LOVE! CHYENE'S IN LOVE!"

Hyperactive asshat, but I love her anyway.

Perfecting my hair with literally like 3 cans of hairspray (A/N that's actually how much I have to use sometimes....curly hair no like hairspray) I'm just thankful I didn't have an asthma attack.

I stepped out of my dressing room and onto the stage, scanning the scene for Mr. Outlaw. "Girls, Girls, Girls" by Motley Crue started to play as I put everything into my dancing, losing myself in one of my favorite songs, ignoring the crowd. I was only dancing for one tonight.

A black cowboy hat appeared in the back of the room as chocolate brown eyes made contact with mine, giving me a cocky smirk. He watched intently until the music ended and I finished my set, sauntering off stage, swaying my hips as I went.

"That was quite the show you put on there" A deep, sexy voice whispered in my ear as his hard on pressed into my ass.

"Well I had a special guest to please, didn't I"

He growled at that, oh he got turned on so easily.

"Well, now I have a problem, and you're gonna fix it, you little whore"

"Mmm yes Sir"

"Sir, I like that. You address me as either Sir or Master from now on. Got it?" he slapped my ass.

"Yes Sir"

"Good whore, now let's go have some fun"    

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I was chained to a bed spread eagle. Leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles bound my legs and arms still. A black silk blindfold covered my eyes.

"You like being chained up whore? You like being my mercy, held under my control?"

"Yes Sir."

"Hmm such a good little whore." I felt his warm tongue trail up my neck making me shiver.

His hands roughly groped my breasts as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I felt my top being torn off and my nipples harden at being exposed to air. My back arched as he took one in his mouth, nipping and sucking on it.

"Oh Sir!"

"Shhh." His hand trailed down my thigh and slid into my panties. Two fingers brushed over my clit making me moan. "Oh you're so wet baby. Who did that to you?"

A finger was pushed into my entrance.

"Y-you! Oh!"

It was just one finger, how was I this sensitive? This man did things to me that no one else ever had. Just his fingertips running over my bare skin had me moaning and writhing under him.

I felt the finger slide out as my panties and stockings were stripped off of me.

"You got that right." His husky voice just made everything even better, like it was laced with deviousness and all sorts of sexy.

His tongue dragged across my pink folds.

"Sir! Ah! More please!"

He chuckled darkly, "Mmm you taste so good baby."

Two fingers entered me along with the continuous pleasure from his tongue. I was consumed by heat and waves of ecstasy. I was so close, if he didn't stop soon I was gonna-oh!

"Fuck Sir!" I screamed as I came.

I tried to regain my breathing, but he wouldn't let up on the delicious torture.

"Oh please whore, I'm not done with you yet."

I heard a zipper being undone and pants thrown on the floor. I felt his hard cock align with my entrance and he slammed into me with a groan.

"Oh shit babe, you're so tight."

That's a surprise.

"Ah! Oh Sir! You're so big! Oh fuck! Harder!"

I was in tears with how hard he was pounding into me, hitting my g-spot with such intensity.

"Oh! I'm gonna cum!"

"Mmm not until I cum inside you, you got that you little whore?" He whispered in my ear.

"Uh! Yes Sir!"

"Oh fuck Cheyene."

I felt his cum rush into me, sending me over the edge as we both rode out our orgasms.

He took off the blindfold, allowing me to see that sexy little smirk on his face that was just adorable. He unbound my arms and legs and took me in his arms.

"That- that was some of the best sex I've had in a long time." He said.

"Same. I didn't even have to fake an orgasm."

His laugh was the sweetest sound I've ever heard.

"I like you Cheyene. I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner sometime?"

Now there's a question. I never really went on dates. I don't exactly care much for being in a relationship, being stuck to only one person.

But he was different. I wanted to spend more time with him. Maybe, dare I say, even without sex.

"I'd like that um...."

"Ashley."

"I'd like that Ashley, I'd like it a lot."