*~*Her POV*~*

Wow. Things really started off with a bang soon as the plane touched down. Assistant photographer, huh? I had seen enough of Bergman's work and knew what shots I could get. I had my camera at the ready before hitting the tarmac. I can do that. Fresh battery, new memory card. Ready to go.

My legs were still wobbly from earlier and it took me a few minutes to steady myself. I got a few candid photos of the guys leaving the plane. Jon is still being cold towards me. Right now I'm unsure if busting my ass is worth it but David's giving me the opportunity and I can't let him down.

Plus I'm stubborn. I'll make it worth it.

I'm directed into a car with Dave and Tico, on our way to soundcheck. Neither seem to mind me testing a new lens and playing with the lighting. I get a couple amazing silhouette shots of Dave and show the photos to him.

"These are great! I love the shadows. Remind me to write a review for you."

I smile up at him through my lashes. "Not like I have to try hard. You're already photogenic."

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. "You're too sweet."

"Lema, you could have at least given Jon some notice," Tico pipes in, staring David down. "You know how he gets when you don't follow the rules."

"He'll be fine," David says dismissively in a tone of not wanting to argue in front of me. "I'll talk to him after the soundcheck."

"I'm sure you will," Tico says in a 'you know he won't listen' tone.

"Is that where we're going or was there something else on the agenda?" I ask to break up the Jon talk.

"Just a soundcheck," David says. "Nothing fancy. We run through the setlist, make any changes, some arguing then head to the hotel or dinner."

"Sounds fun," I say sarcastically.

He laughs and takes my hand in his, kissing my knuckles and winks. "I'll save the best for you."

My face gets warm and I can feel my heart skip a beat. I'm not sure if it's the excitement of taking more photos of David or the nervousness of what he'll end up saving for me.

When we get to the soundcheck, the arena is nearly empty. It's weird seeing a place that held thousands of people empty. David grabs my hand and leads me through the maze of hallways backstage. I feel like I'm six and holding hands with my first boyfriend all over again.

As a fan, most can only dream of coming backstage. Yet here I am with David slipping the All Access pass around my neck. I look up at him as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me. The kiss is sweet and makes my knees tremble.

"Soundcheck starts in 10 minutes, people!" The tour manager yells.

David leads me to his dressing room where I drop my laptop bag and purse by his road case, plopping down on the sofa to adjust my camera settings. "Before we head out there, I have something for you," he says, sitting next to me and removing a squared and semi flat black box from his bag.

"For me?"

He nods and gestures to the floor in front of him. "Kneel..."

Oh...he's feeling up to that? Right now? I smile shyly and set my camera down, kneeling gracefully at his feet with my hands on my upper thighs. "Yes, Sir?"

"Lift your chin and look at me," he orders. I do as I'm told and look up at him. He's smiling that devilish smirk. "You're my good little girl, right?"

"Yes, Sir," I say obediently.

He opens the box and the light sparkles off a while gold Byzantine choker with a diamond encrusted O ring. Opposite that is a heart-shaped lock with more diamonds around its border. "This is your collar, baby girl. As you know, it symbolizes the trust and devotion between a Dominant and Submissive."

My eyes widen. "Is that for me?"

"For you." He nods slowly. "If... if you want it, that is. Will you accept my collar and be mine?"

I bite my lip and nod slowly. "Yes, Sir."

He lifts the collar from its box and I bow my head. His fingers graze my skin as he slips the collar around my neck and locks it in place. Then, he pulls me to my feet and wraps his arms around me. I can feel my heart racing a million miles an hour as I stare into his eyes.

"You're mine, babygirl," he whispers, cupping my face in his hands and leans down to kiss me sweetly.

"I'm yours," I whisper back when our lips part.

"David!" a voice calls from outside the door. "We need to get out there!"

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, though he makes no move to leave. Instead, he pulls me back into his arms and kisses me deeply. I moan as I feel his hand on my ass.

"David!" the voice calls again.

He sighs loudly before pulling away from me. "We need to get out there."

"Yeah, yeah," I say, doing my best to imitate him and sling the camera over my shoulder. He smirks and shakes his head as he grabs my hand and leads me from the room.

We head out into the arena with David leading me by the hand. The stage is dark, but the house lights are up, and it seems like there are more people in the audience than when we arrived. I can't see any of them clearly, but I'm sure that they're all watching us as we walk out.

A spotlight shines on us and I squint against the brightness. The boys do their thing and I try my hardest to be the unintrusive photographer, getting more of the detail shots that might be missed during the show. David wasn't exaggerating. They really do argue a bit during these things!

I get a chance to talk shop with the primary photographer Rob. Sweet guy. Not as well-seasoned as Bergman, but still a great mentor. I'm going to really enjoy working with him. He gives me a few pointers that I'm able to apply during the show.

Stay in the security area (no doubt David's requirement). Include the fans in shots. Capture emotion. Make it fucking epic. The last one is the most important.

I work around them but can't help catching Jon's eye now and then. He seems to be struggling with focusing on soundcheck while his emotions are preoccupied with my...relationship with David. I'm not an expert on human emotion by any stretch, but it's obvious that he feels strongly for David and doesn't quite know how to reconcile my presence.

I'm not going to lie...I'd be a little jealous if our situations were reversed.

*~*

The hotel. At last. I drop onto the bed and sigh. "You don't get it...he was staring daggers at me!"

David chuckles and lays next to me, draping his leg over mine. "Do you know how many times he's given me the stink eye on stage? Trust me, babygirl. I get it."

His fingers caress my cheek and we share sweet kisses in the quiet. "Any thoughts on what you'd like to do tonight?" I whisper against his lips.

"You. I got some new toys I'm aching to try out," he growls and I giggle as he buries his face into my neck.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Hmm hold that pose, babygirl." He crawls off me and I whistle at his retreating ass. I hear him open the door with a quiet, "Jonny...what's up?" Pause. "Umm...yeah she is." Another pause. "Sure."

Jon follows him back into the suite and I sit up on the bed, my defenses rising up on high alert. "You're clothed," he says with a smirk. "That's a surprise."

I roll my eyes and snort, laying across the bed. "You caught me at a great time. Come to yell at me and Dave more?"

"Yell, no. Talk, yes. I wanna get things straight so we're all on the same page," he says, propping himself against the edge of the window sill. "Is that okay, Your Highness?"

"Jon," Dave says in a warning tone. "Drop the attitude and get on with it." That tone makes me wanna get an attitude and have him fuck it out of me. Maybe later.

Jon sighs and rolls his eyes slightly. "My apologies," he said with just the slightest amount of sarcasm to make it noticeable. "Tell me how you see all of this fuckery working?"

Fuckery? Nice one. I meet Dave's eyes and he nods. "He asked me to travel with him and there was nothing holding me back. None of the other guys seem to have a problem with me."

"Lexi doesn't have a problem with her either," David adds.

"Wait...so she does know?" I ask, looking at him quizzically.

"Everything," he says, "I told her the night after you left." He then glances at Jon. "You were right. She was sleeping with a close female friend that we've played with a few times."

Jon grunts. "Well isn't that peachy. But there's one person you haven't mentioned, D."

David closes his eyes and inhales deeply. I decide to help him out. "I know he means a lot to you--"

"How would you know something like that?" Jon asks. "Oh...of course he'd tell you all about it."

"Yes he did," I snap at him. "If it'll keep the peace, I won't keep you from him."

"You've been here a mere moment in time, little girl," Jon snarls. "How very generous of you to not keep me from him."

I chew on my inner cheek, trying my damnedest to hold back the venom. "Would you be acting like this if Lexi were here?"

"I probably was in the beginning. I don't remember because the day you met me or Dave was probably the moment your world changed. The day I met you...it was just another day, sweetheart. Get over yourself."

"You're right," I agree, "My world did change when I met David. It keeps on changing too..." I lift my head to show him the diamond collar, "...and it keeps changing for the better. Now you have two choices...you can play nice and I'll continue sharing my man or you can be a bitter asshole and spend the nights listening to me moan his name through the walls. Your choice...Jonny. But know this...I'm here for the long run."

Jon's eyes narrow momentarily, flicking between me and my lover. "Better get a leash for that collar, Lema, before your bitch runs off at the mouth one too many times. Otherwise, I'll muzzle her myself." He pushes away from the window and stalks past us.

"Promises, promises!" I call out over my shoulder as the door slams shut.

"That was kinda hot, baby."

I turn back to David and see him smiling down at me. "You like it when I'm feisty?"

"I'll show you feisty tonight," he promises, kissing me and his hands roaming under my shirt. He tugs it over my head with ease. "Up on your knees, Kitten. Time to play with Daddy." My heart flutters every time he calls himself that. It's so silly yet it makes me feel all warm inside.

I eagerly move into position, ready for him to take me. He takes his time selecting a music playlist on his phone and sets out his speaker. I watch him finish laying out our play toys for the night. My camera, rope, a shiny silver knife and a black marker lay amongst the leather bondage, paddle, flogger and nipple clamps.

Oh what a night this will be.

He pushes my hair out of the way and nibbles on my neck, reaching around to fondle my breasts. My head falls back as a low moan escapes my lips, prompting him to clamp his hand over my mouth.

"Quiet, baby," he warns in a low tone, "Don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?" I shake my head and he releases his hand. "Strip for me, Kitten."

I waste no time in doing as I'm told, pulling my skirt down my legs and tossing it aside. My bra soon follows. I slide my panties off, leaving me completely naked in front of him. His eyes darken with lust as he licks his lips.

"You're beautiful, baby. Now pull your hair up and open your mouth."

I do as he asks, parting my lips and lifting my hair up off my neck. The hard plastic ball gag rests between my lips and I feel the leather strap encircle my head as he secures it in place. My fingers find their way to my mouth as I start to worry them.

"Don't touch, Kitten," he orders, his clever fingers pinching my nipples and clipping on pink jeweled nipple clamps, "Hands in front. You know the rules."

I drop my hands to my sides as he approaches me with a long black rope. He ties my wrists tightly then my elbows, wrapping the rope around and pinning my arms together. He kisses my shoulders and runs his hands down my arms.

He stands me off the bed and pushes me against one of the tall bedposts. My arms are forced above my head and he binds me to the post. "Don't get too excited, baby," he warns, "We're not playing with your pussy just yet. You've been a very naughty girl and need to be punished."

I whimper into my gag and David chuckles, kissing me softly on the cheek. He picks up my camera and starts taking photos of me as I stand naked, bound, and gagged in this lavish hotel suite. I'm exposed. So...vulnerable in this position.

He'll have plenty of pictures to use later to remind me of what a dirty little whore I am. From the gleam in his eyes, he's far from finished. Tonight...I'm his play thing. He snaps a few more pictures then sets the camera down.

He picks up the knife and holds it in front of me, twisting it so I can see my reflection in the blade. "You remember this, don't you, Kitten?" he asks, tracing the flat end over my collarbone and down between my breasts. "I promised you that next time, I'd let you come all over it."

My eyes take in the fine blade. Sharper than a razor, crafted by highly-skilled hands. One wrong slip and I'd be gone. He holds my life in his hands. Down my cheek and over my lips, two taps on the ball gag. I can't move. I won't move.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asks, running the flat of the blade over my nipples. "You like it when I talk about letting you come." He holds the blade to his lips and kisses it gently. "But, you know what I really want to do? I want to see you come without touching yourself. I want to see you writhe and squirm and moan...all from a knife. You think you can do that for me, Kitten?"

He places the flat of the blade under my right breast and slowly trails it down towards my stomach. He traces over then circles it around my belly button. He's moving so slow...as if he's got all the time in the world. I feel my muscles start to tense as I anticipate where the knife will go next.

"Relax, Kitten. You're going to have to work yourself up to it. I'm not going to do it for you." He moves the knife down between my legs and runs it over my inner-thighs. I shudder at the feeling of cold steel against my hot skin. He chuckles darkly, "You can do it, baby. I know you can."

He traces the knife back up to my stomach and slowly drags it back down towards my thighs. He runs it back up then back down again. Each time he does, he goes a little bit higher until the knife is no longer tracing over my skin, but instead lightly touching it.

Any harder pressure and the knife would be cutting into my skin.

I watch his eyes as he watches the knife. I watch his eyes flicker from my thighs back to the knife and back to my thighs. He's waiting for me to make the first move, to take away his control. He wants me to struggle, to fight, to break down his walls and take control from him. The problem is...I'm not sure if I can.

I'm frozen. My muscles are tense, my body is rigid, and all I can see is the knife. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to get away, but I can't move. I can't even blink as the knife gently moves against my skin. I feel a single bead of sweat trickle down my neck as David watches me, waiting.

He's going to wait until the last second before he does anything. He's going to make me suffer.

I feel the knife press ever so slightly into my skin. The blade is sharp enough to pierce my skin with such a light touch. A thin line of red begins to seep its way out from under the blade. David watches, his eyes flickering from the knife to my face and back to the knife.

He watches as my eyes dart back and forth between his eyes and the knife, as if watching a high-stakes chess match. One of his eyebrows twitches as he presses the knife into my skin a little bit more.

My legs are pressed together as he holds the knife against my skin, and I feel a trickle of sweat drip down from my hair and along the side of my face. I want to reach up and wipe it away, but I don't. I won't. I can feel the sharp blade lightly pressing into my skin.

It's a strange kind of ache. Not the sharp sting of pain, but a dull throbbing that runs through my body and resonates in the back of my mind. I can feel the knife slowly breaking my will, but something about it excites me.

"Even your blood is sweet, baby," he growls. I whimper against my gag, his wet tongue following the thin crimson trail.

I've always wondered what it would be like to let go. To forget every worry and concern and just...feel. The release of endorphins would be euphoric, but this...this is different somehow. It scares me and excites me at the same time.

The fear is almost intoxicating, and I can feel my mind starting to slip as I give into the fear. David lets out a dark chuckle. With his free hand, he traces the outline of my jaw with his finger. He leans in close to me so that our faces are only inches apart.

He whispers, "Let go, Kitten." I can smell the faintest trace of blood on his breath.

I feel the knife press into my skin a little bit harder as he runs his tongue along his lips and I moan into my gag. I feel my legs start to shake as I try to maintain balance.

"Let go, Kitten. Give into the fear. I know you want to." He leans in and kisses me on the cheek as he whispers, "Fall into my darkness, babygirl. Let it go."

I close my eyes and shudder as I feel his lips touch my cheek. He softly kisses down my neck as the knife presses harder against my skin. I can feel a thin hot stream of cum run down my leg as the blade breaks my skin. I grit my teeth as the pain starts to take over.

My shoulders start to relax, and I know David is winning. He's wearing me down, using my fear against me. I feel his finger trace along my jawline as he slowly starts to pull the knife away. My mind takes over. Seeing the dark side of this man...of my man...

I am his. Consuming me, corrupting me, ruining me. I am his and he is mine. All mine. He's my addiction.

"Good girl," David whispers, lifting my chin up with his finger. "See? You can learn to accept your fear. It won't kill you. It will, however, excite you." He removes the ball gag and it drops to the floor, his lips pressed to mine in a passionate kiss.

Slowly he turns me around to face the bed and my head is still spinning. "Hurt me, Master," I whimper.

"What was that, baby?"

I glance over my shoulder and meet his gaze. "I said...hurt me, Master...please..."

"My pleasure." The first lash of heavy leather flogger tails melt me on the spot. I rock my body back and forth, my ass clenching and unclenching with each stroke. The pain courses through me, but it's a good pain. It's a pain I want to feel.

"Harder, Master." David smiles and brings down the flogger harder. My ass turns a deep red and I can feel the heat course through me. My body starts to tingle and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to build. I wiggle my ass back and forth, begging for more as I moan.

"Is this what you want, Kitten?" David chuckles as he lays another lash across my backside.

"Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes! More, Master..." He tosses the flogger aside and picks up a tawse, never missing a beat and continues to lay into my flesh. With every strike I feel myself grow closer and closer to the edge. My whole body is wracked with shudders as I feel my knees grow weak.

Surely my ass is raw but fuck the pain is delicious! My thighs are slick with my juices and I can feel my clit swelling and growing. I want more. So much more.

"More, Master! Please give me more!" I beg.

"As you wish," David chuckles, laying down several quick strikes with the tawse that land directly across my swollen clit. I scream as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me, shredding my soul across the universe.

My knees go weak and I feel like my eyes are going to roll back into my head. David catches me with one arm around my waist as I start to fall forward. "I've got you, baby girl," he whispers, untying me from the post and slowly lowering me onto the bed.

David kneels down in front of me and spreads my legs wide. He makes quick work of the rope, setting my anxious hands free. He lowers his face into my soaked pussy and begins to lap at my clit with his tongue. The sensation causes me to scream out in pleasure as wave after wave of bliss washes over me.

He slips two fingers inside of me and begins to thrust them in and out as his tongue works my swollen clit. I writhe and moan, screaming out as another orgasm hits me. My whole body feels like it's on fire as I squirm about on the bed.

David works me hard for what seems like an eternity, not letting up as I experience wave after wave of mind shattering orgasms.

"Please, please, please..." I beg over and over again.

"What do you need, baby girl?" David asks.

"I need... I need you in me...please..."

David chuckles. "With pleasure." He stands and quickly strips out of his clothing before climbing on top of me. He presses the head of his massive cock against my slick opening as I moan in anticipation. With one hard thrust he's sheathed to the hilt inside of me.

I scream in both pain and pleasure as he stretches me wide, begging him to fuck me hard. David grabs me by the hips and sets a fast and violent pace. He's not being gentle but he's not hurting me. I can tell he's been holding back and I want...no...I need him to lose control.

"Harder! Fuck me harder, Master!" I beg.

David's breathing grows labored and he begins to sweat. He slams into me with everything he's got. The bed shakes and bangs against the wall with each thrust. I grip the sheets as hard as I can, trying not to scream out. I don't want him to stop.

"Harder, please! Fuck me harder!" I moan and wail, my voice echoing through the suite as David continues to pound into me.

"You wanna be fucked like a dirty fucking whore?" He wraps one hand around my throat and begins to strangle me as he fucks me without abandon.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy!" The world starts to go dark but I don't care. All that matters is the man behind me and the feeling of him inside of me. David reaches his arm around to my front and begins to furiously rub my clit.

I explode into an earth shattering orgasm, soaking the bed sheets, as I feel David thrust into me one last time before he lets out a grunt of "Fuuuck..." and buries his cock to the hilt inside of me, pouring his hot seed into my waiting womb.

He holds himself there, keeping his arm wrapped tightly around my throat as we both catch our breath. Our bodies give out and we roll onto the bed. He lays his hand across my hot, red ass and smiles at me.

"Damn, baby girl. You are one wild fucking banshee."

"You're not so bad yourself, Daddy." He rolls over on top of me and looks into my eyes for a moment before kissing me. "You're also one sadistic fuck, you know that?" I say with a smile.

"Yeah, but you love it," he says as he kisses me again. "How about I take care of any cuts, clean up and we order dinner? I think after that you've earned a movie night."

"You never make it through a movie," I retort then add on, "Sounds like a plan...Master."