*~*HIS POV*~*

She looks angelic tangled in the sheets. A tiny whimper escapes her lips when I kiss her. Just a sweet peck to wake her up. I get a pillow to the head in her annoyance. "You'll either shake that sexy ass from the bed yourself or I'll do it."

"Mean man," she grumbles and pulls the sheets over her head.

Yeah, I know neither of us got more than a couple of hours of sleep. Maybe I'm an asshole but she'll forgive me. I grab the sheet in my fist and yank it off her body. "Rise and shine, darlin'!"

"Fuck you..."

"No time, Babydoll," I chuckle and jump on the bed, straddling her waist and sticking my face right in hers. "C'mon...we need to get your shit packed up..." I trail my lips across hers, over her cheek and down into her neck. "Get up for Daddy, babygirl."

She groans and stretches like a cat. Fuck, I love when she does that. "Why do I have to go?"

"Because I'm your Daddy and I said so," I reply matter-of-factly and smack her ass. "Besides...I'm sure you got a bunch of girly shit."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she mumbles, eyes slowly opening to stare up at me. Her glorious hair falls in waves around her shoulders and I can't resist but to wrap a handful of curls around my fist and tug her head back so I can take her mouth with mine.

Her hand reaches up to caress my stubbly cheek before sliding into my hair and holding my mouth to hers. I break the kiss with a chuckle and stare into her eyes. "You need to wake up, Babygirl."

"But I am awake...and you're in my bed," she whines in a hushed tone as if she doesn't want to admit it out loud. Her cheeks are already pink from the intimacy we're sharing in the morning light.

"Yeah, well, you'll be waking up in someone else's bed if you don't get your ass in gear." I lean down and kiss her one last time.

She still looks a bit dazed as she sits up in bed. I stand up to leave and she grabs my arm. "Wait...so we're really doing this?"

I cup her face in my hands and lean down to kiss her. "We're really doing this."

She smiles and kisses me back. "Okay." It takes more coaxing and kisses but she finally rushes from the bed and into the shower, a little pep in her step. I take advantage of the time to call for car service and gather up my own luggage.

The car arrives and we load up. She stares out the window and I stare at her. I'm not sure what she's thinking about but I know it's got to be a whirlwind of emotions right now. I just hope she isn't having second thoughts.

She directs the driver through an apartment complex and we stop at her building. Inside it's small. Her photo studio setup takes up most of the living room and dining area. A few frames of her work are displayed around the apartment.

"Holy shit, Babydoll," I whisper as I take in each photo. "These are fucking gorgeous!"

"Thanks...I found a passion for boudoir photography and making women feel amazing..."

"You've got talent, Babydoll. I'm so proud of you." I turn her around and kiss her. She takes my hand and I follow her down the short hallway to her bedroom. There's not much room with the king sized canopy bed, dresser and her desk area, but she's made it cozy with deep purple wall hangings.

She sets out her luggage and starts packing. I plop down on the edge and organize everything she's tossing into the case. "Hey D?" She asks, looking over a blue nightie at me. "Um...What...what happens after touring ends?"

I stand up and walk over to her, taking the nightie from her hands and setting it in the suitcase before I turn her around and hold her against me. "I'll be honest. At the moment, I want you as my beautiful travel companion and in my bed every damn night." I kiss the side of her head.

She turns in my arms and looks up at me. "But what about after the tour?"

"I don't know. I'm trying not to focus on that right now. I just want you here with me. At this moment."

"Okay," she says, twisting her lips in thought.

I lift her chin to force our eyes to lock. "You sure this is what you want, Babydoll? If you're doing this because you think it's what I want then you're free to back out. If you're here because you want to be then I'll make sure you never regret it."

"I'm here because I want to be with you. I don't want to waste anymore time." She says as she hugs me around the waist.

"Okay then, let's get your sexy ass on that plane." I pick her up and spin her around as she laughs.

*~*

We tear apart in the backseat as our car finally pulls up on the tarmac and judging by Jon's tapping foot...we're late. Her grip tightens around my hand. I can only smile reassuringly and kiss the back of her hand. "Jon looks pissed. Don't worry about anything he says. Just let me handle it."

The doors open and we both step out into the beautiful sunlight. Airport staff load up luggage into the plane and she rushes close to me.

"Uh...Lema?" Tico says, pointing first at her then me.

"She's coming with me for some domestic dates," I point out to him, as though it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jon snaps at me.

My lips tighten and I look over at her. "Babydoll, why don't you go ahead and board. Vicky will take care of you." She nods and I kiss her forehead, waiting for her to be out of earshot. "Okay, what's the issue, Jonny? We're always bringing guests onboard."

"How long is she staying?" he asked, tersely. "And no gossip rag photos! Ya hear me?!"

"She's staying as long as she wants to be here," I reply and raise an eyebrow. "Last time I checked, having another female travel with you wasn't a crime."

"Whaa...?" Phil's voice trails off. "Shit, why can't my old lady be as cool as Lexi?"

"Coz she's probably fucking someone else too," Jon snarls at me. "She steps one toe out of line and she's gone...and I don't care if your dick is buried deep inside her at the time. My band, my rules!"

"Relax, Jon. I got this."

"Glad to hear it," he says, his mood swings becoming more bipolar by the second.

"Consider her the new assistant photographer. My payroll...not yours. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Aboard the jet, Vicky got my girl nice and settled...complete with a blanket. She's already got her camera and laptop out on the shared table while sipping on an iced coffee. "You look cozy over here," I chuckle and lean in for a kiss.

She licks her lips, eyeing me up and down. "I am!"

"What's this for?" I point to the laptop and sit next to her in the aisle seat.

"I have a few shots that need editing and tagging," she answers, turning it around to show me one of the galleries. "All my clients get their photos within three weeks and I've got 10 waiting."

She flips to one labeled 'NYC' and scrolls to shots of me on her last night, silhouettes of us in bed and the city skyline. One, in particular, catches my eye. A silhouette of her that I took of her facing me, back arched and breasts up high.

"Send me that one. I'll pay whatever you want."

"What do you want it for?"

"I'm going to put it in my wallet so when I'm feeling low, I can whip it out and play with my dick like a naughty boy!"

"David!" she says and slaps my arm. "Behave!"

"What?! It's a nice photo of you! Don't tell me you haven't thought about it with those photos of me."

"Why should I tell you that?"

Her bratty side is coming out, the side that enjoys pushing my buttons. I lean in close and nibble on her earlobe. "You have, haven't you?"

"Maybe," she squeals and wriggles in my arms.

"Oh, you want to play that way, little girl? How about I tell you what I'm thinking about?"

She turns deep red and pushes me away. "Okay, stop it! You're not making me tell you...not with people around us!" Her eyes widen as she realizes what she said, her eyes darting around at the guys getting settled in their own seats.

I laugh and slide my hand around her neck. "You're cute when you're embarrassed." Across the aisle, Jon rolls his eyes at us and shakes his head. I wink at him and sit back in my seat.

Vicky closes up the doors and we all buckle in for take-off. A private runway is cleared and I feel the pressure on my body as the plane rises up. There's a silence as everyone sits back and enjoys our ride through the clouds.

My eyes drink her in as she stares out the window. Once above the clouds, the jet levels out and I can see Vicky prepping drinks. I give my girl's hand a gentle squeeze and she turns to face me.

"You ready for this?" I ask.

"I am." She smiles and turns back to the window, watching the clouds disappear behind us. Finally, she relents. "Wouldn't it be kinda obvious that I've had dirty thoughts about you?"

Our fingers entwine and we turn slightly to face each other, my voice taking on the dominant tone that drives her insane. "Since New York?" My lips curl into a smirk and I urge her on.

She gives me a sideways glance and raises an eyebrow. "Long before New York. I'll tell you but only if you go first."

"Alright," I relent and hold her gaze. "I was thinking about the first time we fucked. How tight and wet you were. How your pussy felt around my cock and how I was aching to make you cum in my car. And how you spread your legs for me like a good little girl."

She squirms in her seat and bites her lip. A rosy blush creeps over her cheeks. "You're such a dirty fucker," she whimpers, shuddering a bit, biting her lip. "Don't laugh! When I first met you. It had been such a horrible day of traveling and all I wanted was to go home."

"I remember...you messaged me where the closest bar would be," I chuckle and kiss her knuckles.

"Yeah," she laughs back. "I was so fucking annoyed and on my way to a fourth meltdown. Then I saw you. You were so fucking handsome and I remember thinking how photos didn't do you ANY justice...especially yours eyes. Then you just beelined for me. Ran up to me like a kid in a candy store. I thought that was supposed to be my job!"

I smirk and nod my head. "It absolutely is! But I could tell you were having a shitty day and I wanted to help you forget it."

"It worked," she smiles. "You were so smooth and suave with that hug. I was putty in your hands. And how you whispered in my ear...or brushed your lips across my neck..."

"I distinctly remember hearing sniffing sounds," I laugh and wiggle my eyebrows. "And don't try to tell me you were crying or it was allergies. Admit it, beautiful. You were sizing me up...just as I was with you."

She rolls her eyes and grins. "It was a dare...my best friend dared me to sniff you. I thought I was being subtle!"

"You weren't. But I didn't mind," I shake my head and laugh, leaning across to kiss her nose. My curly hair falls around us like a curtain. "And? What were your final thoughts?"

"I thought you smelled super fuckable," she whispers, her face coloring and fingertips grazing my cheek.

"It's actually Fabulous...but I'll take fuckable too," I joke and capture her bottom lip between my own. "I'm surprised you didn't say anything."

"There was hesitation. I didn't want to come off as a..."

"A rabid horny fan or groupie?"

She pauses and looks out the window before turning to me. "For years I wrote the juiciest stories about you and this..." She squeezes my cock through my jeans. "None of them lived up to reality. Your taste...your smell...your hands...how you stretch and fill my pussy..."

"You'll have to show me those stories, my sweet slut." I move the middle armrest out of the way and slide over, draping my arm over her neck and shoulders. We kiss deep and slow, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. She whimpers into my mouth and I slide my hand up her legs to her panties.

"Touch me," she murmurs against my lips, knowing damn well that I'd deny her nothing. I touch her through the thin fabric of her panties and she lets out a shuddering breath. She arches her back and presses her hips against my hand.

"Say my name, Babygirl. I wanna hear my name on your lips."

"David..." Her voice is barely a whisper, allowing the need and want to seep through.

Several pairs of eyes are attempting to be discreet in watching us and I know Phil is itching to play with her again. Tico's palming himself out in the open and it's only a matter of time before the guys disappear into a private corner by themselves.

"They're watching you, Babygirl," I growl and she emits a soft moan. "You like being watched, don't you?"

I slip my hand down the front of her panties and she's already slick with excitement. Two fingers sink into her hot cunt and she moans my name again. Out of her they slide, trailing sweet nectar along her folds and up to circle her clit. Her breathing speeds up in response and her hands grip my shoulders.

"David..."

Her voice is a little louder this time. She's getting into it now, her hips rocking against my hand and my fingers circling around her clit. I can feel her muscles clenching in anticipation and slow my pace, drawing it out as much as I can. She whines and bucks her hips trying to force me to speed up again.

"Tell me what you were writing before I let you cum." She whimpers again and squeezes her legs together trying to get some friction on her clit. Obligingly, I slide a finger in and nibble on her earlobe. "Tell me."

She grabs my wrist to slide my hand against her hot wetness. "I was writing about you fucking me from behind, on the plane. On Jovi Air. Or backstage before a big concert."

"Keep going, Babydoll."

"Oh god," she whispers and a second finger slips into her cunt. "I was writing about how I should have known you were going to be a bad influence from the first moment we met."

My fingers pump her a little faster, curling up to massage her sweet spot. "Oh really? How's that?"

"I...I wrote that you told me to get on my knees so you could fuck my pretty little mouth." She breathes the words out like they are secrets. "You told me to get on my knees in front of everyone and unzip your pants so I could suck your cock."

"Did you do it?"

"Yes, Sir." As a reward, I slide a third finger into her. "I wrote that I did everything you told me to. I was such a good little slut for you."

"You're my good little slut, aren't you?"

My cock struggles against my zipper as she grinds against my hand. "Yes, Sir..."

"Show me one of the stories." Her breath catches but she pulls up a document on her computer. I smile devilishly at her and read her own words back, my fingers curling and stroking her g-spot rhythmically. She writhes and bucks against my hand, but I keep her pressed firmly against the seat.

"Stop teasing me."

"Do you want to cum, baby?" I croon in a mocking tone. "Do you wanna cum all over my fingers?"

"Please, Sir. I wanna squirt over your fingers and cock...please..." She's practically sobbing now. Her fingers dig into my arm as she tries to hold back. "Please may I cum for you, Sir?"

"As you wish." I slide my fingers from her pussy and grab her hand, nearly dragging her to the bathroom.

She reaches behind and snaps the door lock, sighing at the overexertion and nearly tearing my shirt off in frustration. I force her to bend over in front of the sink, yanking off her panties and spreading her legs wide. She grabs the edge of the counter as I slide my hands up her thighs and push her legs apart.

"Let me taste that sweet little cunt, Babygirl."

Her scent envelops me as I drop to my knees for my Goddess and slide my hands under her ass, lifting her up so I can press my face against her soaking wet pussy. I inhale deeply and gently nibble on her folds, the smell of her arousal intoxicating.

"Lick it," she moans as my tongue presses against her slit. "Oh yes...that's it." I run my tongue up and down her lips, tasting her sweet juices as they coat my tongue. She reaches back and grabs a handful of my hair and presses my face against her, panting desperately.

I curl my fingers and press against her g-spot, curling them up into a 'come hither' motion that I know drives her wild.. Her swollen clit pulses in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue and biting down just a little bit. She begins to moan, grind and writhe in pleasure.

"Fuck, that feels so good," she sighs. Her thighs begin to quiver and her knees buckle slightly in anticipation. "Oh my god, David...please don't stop..." She whimpers and moans desperately, as I curl my fingers deep in her pussy and suck hard on her clit.

Sure I could tell her to keep quiet but why deny my bandmates the privilege of listening to a Goddess. She bucks and writhes against my face as I devour her, my hand spreading her ass cheeks. Her legs tighten and she's rocking to my face, pressing her clit against my tongue.

"Oh, shiiit! I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum!" She climaxes in a rush of sudden ecstasy, moaning and screaming in pleasure. Sweet nectar streams over my lips and down my chest, her body shaking and trembling. She goes weak in the knees, her body shuddering in pleasure as she melts into my embrace.

"That's my girl."

"I need you inside me, Daddy," she whispers as I stand and press up to her ass.

I slowly unzip my pants and pull out my cock, already hard with anticipation. She reaches back and grabs my hand, guiding me to her tight, wet pussy. I slide my cock inside her, feeling her warmth wrap around me. She moans softly as I thrust into her, my breath hot against her neck.

"Tighten up the pussy, baby," I whisper in her ear. "Tighter."

She arches her back and squeezes her legs together, her muscles clenching around my cock. I thrust into her harder, my hips slamming against her ass. She moans and whimpers, her fingertips bending and tensing at the first knuckle.

Her body begins to shake, her breath coming in short gasps and muscles tightening around my cock. "That's it, kitten...purr for Daddy."

"Oh god, Daddy," she moans. "I'm so close..." She grips my hair tighter, her nails digging into my scalp. She's trembling against me and her body shudders in pleasure. "H-harder..."

"Cum for me, Babygirl. Let it all out."

She moans and writhes beneath me, her body tightening around my cock as she reaches her climax. Her juices gush out in messy spurts, coating my balls and running down my thighs. Her breath comes in short gasps as she moans and whimpers in pleasure, her body shaking and trembling.

"That's my girl...fuck, that's my good girl," I groan, thrusting in abandon as I fall into her and fill her to the brim. Her thighs quiver as she rides out her orgasm, her muscles clenching around my cock and milking me dry.

A knock comes at the door and we both jump at Matt's booming voice. "Hey! You lovebirds done? I gotta piss!"

I shake my head and roll my eyes, calling back, "One second!" I look down at the beautiful girl in front of me. "Round two later?"

She smiles and licks her lips, grabbing my ass and winks. "I'm counting on it."

We pull ourselves back together and I slide the door open. Matt's standing there tapping his foot, arms crossed over his chest. "Jesus, you guys fucking finally decide to take a break? You've been in there for an hour," he jokes and pushes past us.

"Fuck off," I laugh and push him into the bathroom. We rush back to our seats, giggling like teenagers and smile when Vicky brings us our lunch. Steak tips grilled in onions and peppers with mashed potatoes. God bless Vicky. She takes great care of us.

"Here...before I forget..." I pull out my wallet and handed her a signed check and American Express card. "Put in the amount you want for your salary."

She looks dumbfounded at the check, the card then me. Once...twice...three times..."Salary? That makes it sound like you're paying for sex! Could've been a little more subtle."

"Okay...this is Daddy giving sugar," I laugh and dive into lunch. "If you're traveling, you can't do your normal job. This just gives you some financial security."

"But I don't wanna take your money, David," she says, blushing slightly. "I just want to be here with you."

I reach over and take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know, Babygirl. But you deserve to be paid for your hard work. You deserve to be taken care of. Plus you'll be working with our tour photographer. Get some concert work under your belt."

"And under your belt, right?" She smiles at me. "Thank you, Daddy. Hmm...Well...In a typical year, my photography revenue is around 60k..."

"Then put in 100k," I say through a full bite. She does and I finish endorsing the check to her. "And make sure you keep receipts for card purchases. I can claim it on my business taxes."

She tucks the check and card into her bag. "Any plans for tonight?"

I grin over my plate at her and take a sip of wine. "We could always go out and have some fun...unless you'd rather stay in. Tomorrow's show day if you wanna get the dirty on it." She held up a finger and took out a notebook from her bag and a pen. "6:30am, wake up...6:45am, gym...7:45 to 9am, shower and dress. Bags out the door at 9am..." she scribbled away as I rattled off the typical tour day schedule.

She finished writing and looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Is there anything I can do to help make tour days...easier?"

"Just understand there's a routine and you need to keep up with it," I reply seriously. "I'll give you all my attention but the job comes first. There's gonna be after show parties some nights and straight to bed other nights. Some are good some are bad. Paul said he'll have your tour pass when we land."

"You know," she starts, her fingers playing with her exposed cleavage, "you never did take me bowling like you promised."