*~*September 2021 - Bay Head, NJ - HIS POV*~*

You fucked up, Bryan. She knows it. Just admit you fucked up.

"And our party room...last stop on the grand tour," I say and stand aside for her to enter, watching her intently as she shrugs off her jacket and shoes. It's been too long since we last saw each other. Over a year, in fact. And I fucked up. Royally fucked up.

The tour had ended and she returned home to her photography and stories from the road. Her social media pages blew up even more and I was overjoyed for her. Three months later, I whisked her away for a romantic vacation...yes, that means I threw money at it.

She was the center of my world in paradise and, after two weeks, I put her on a plane back home and stayed behind. Lexi was flying in with Gabby and Colton. Bryan Family tradition. Spend a couple weeks as a family then send the kids back to Jersey.

Lexi and I took our anniversary month, August, to visit friends in St Barth and St Tropez. This year we celebrated twelve years on a two-month long vacation.

No, I hadn't forgotten about her. But I have commitments to my family.

We'd planned on another New York trip even though I was working day and night on Broadway until the country shut down amidst panic, fear, and confusion in the 2020 pandemic. Then I got sick. Really sick. Five weeks of sickness. I was weak and did very little. Sleep, bathroom, soup, water, bed. That was my life. My beautiful home was now a prison. Our country was on lockdown.

It wasn't until I recovered and got back on social media, I could tell something was wrong with her. I messaged her and...well...she let me have it. I don't blame her. She was pissed about the lack of communication and how she felt like a groupie that had been used and discarded. How I had screwed with her feelings about loving her and being her dominant. I deserved it. Who knew two women would be such a juggling act??

Since commercial flights were still grounded, I hired a private jet to pick her up. I knew I was fucked when my sexy little minx sauntered down the steps onto the tarmac where I waited next to my Porsche in a leopard mini skirt, barely covering her ass and her tits popping out of her black halter top. At least 50 lbs smaller.

My balls stood up and took notice. She didn't though. She simply looked over the top of her sunglasses at me and quirked an eyebrow. We got into the car and sped off. I gave her a choice of where we could go to talk. She chose my beach house since she wanted to see it.

Which brings us to now...with her walking slowly around my home. It's the silence that can make a man feel about an inch tall. If you're a man, you fucking know what I mean.

"Very humble," she comments and points at the various pieces of Jovi memorabilia.

"Too much shit to keep packed away. Make yourself at home, babe," I chuckle nervously and grab two glasses and a fine bottle of Italian wine from the bar. "I missed you so much, Babygirl."

"Missed me enough to barely talk to me?" She tries and fails to keep a hint of derision out of her voice, dropping onto the plush sofa.

"I fucked up, baby. I fucked up," I admit with a sigh, sitting down and handing her a glass of wine.

"You can say that again."

"I know I should have told you. Things here were just...bad. Being sick, trying to recover from it, and depression," I confess and run my hand along the small of her back, teasing the exposed flesh.

"Mmmhmm I see," she says icily.

"I got better once I knew you were coming to see me."

She smirks and looks at me from under those long beautiful lashes. "So I'm your cure, huh?"

"You're my everything," I say and kiss her hand. "I'm just trying to balance a life with two women."

She rolls her eyes and leans back into the sofa pillows, raising one leg to show off the strappy heels. "You got a lot of balls to try that."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I'm serious, baby. I'm not gonna lie, things are going to be weird for a while. But I swear I'll make it up to you." My fingers unbuckle her shoes, trailing up her calf and over her knee.

She finally gives a small smile in return. "You're such a fucking asshole," she says with affection. "You know that?"

"I try my best," I wink.

"Don't leave me wondering. You had my number. You could have messaged me or just told me if you didn't want anything more to do with me."

I take her trembling hand in mine and kiss the back. "Never again, Babygirl. I promise. I'm happy to finally have you back all to myself."

She grins devilishly over to me, pulling off her top to reveal a black lace bra to my hungry eyes. "Now that you have my attention, how do you plan to get back into my good graces? I'm not sure I believe you."

I wet my lips and smirked at her. "Make me prove myself then," I say and kiss her deeply.

"You're lucky I love your dick, Rockstar. Fine then. Entertain me." She beckons me to her with a crooked finger.

Who am I to regret such a tempting offer? My nimble fingers grasp the zipper of her skirt and tug. I need to see her open up to me and I'm not disappointed.

She mewls like a kitten as I slide her skirt off and find the delicate lace dewing up with moisture at the junction of her luscious thighs. "If only you knew how many nights I thought of you and only had my hand to ease the pain," she whimpers and pouts up at me.

"Let me kiss the pain away, baby," I whisper.

I slither up her body and trace my lips over her delicious tits, my fingers raising goosebumps along her belly. The sweet smell of her perfume entices my senses and I bury my face in her neck. She spreads her legs instinctively and I lay against the heat of her pussy.

My hips grind slow circles against her; my cock hard as granite and struggling to break free of my jeans. Her hands grip at my hair and she moans in my ear. I can feel her need for me. It's always been this way.

"Do you feel that? That's all for you. You could have that every night," I pant in her ear and nibble on it gently. "I wanna feel myself slide into this perfect body and fuck you till you're screaming my name." I mean for it to come out as a sexy and manly growl but all I can manage is a breathy whisper.

She grabs a fistful of my hair and detaches my lips from her neck. "You better make the first move then, Rockstar. I'm waiting. Show me what you got. Shirt off."

Perhaps this is her entertainment and so I oblige her cute attempt at dominating me, slipping the offending fabric off.

Her hands trail up my stomach and tweak my nipples, pulling a groan from the depth of my being. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I kiss her until she's breathless and her nails are scratching at my chest.

I move from her reach and she whimpers. A nibble here, suckle there...her attempt at bravado vaporizes and she's putty in my hands. Her thighs on either side of my head, my cool fingers tease her hot skin and my teeth drag her panties off.

"Still the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," I growl and nuzzle my nose into those glistening folds, inhaling her fragrance. One single finger slides into her warmth and she arches against my face, pleading for more.

The moment I have my first taste and sweep my tongue the length of her pussy, she lets out a shaky moan. But when I wrap my lips around her engorged clit and massage my finger into her tender bundle of nerves, she tenses and tugs my hair like a woman possessed.

My tongue takes the place of my finger and I lap at her sweetness, curling that single digit inside of her. She grinds against my face and whimpers my name like a prayer, begging for release. I use my free hand to squeeze her ass and slide a second finger into her warmth.

Fuck, my jeans are getting tight. I reach down to unzip and release the pressure on my cock, stroking it in time with my lips on her hot nub. From bottom to top with my tongue flat, I bring my lover the pleasure she desires. "Don't stop...suck my clit, daddy...please..."

"As you wish, Babygirl." I bear down on her clit with my tongue and alternate licking and sucking her in a frenzy that matches her bucking hips and panting. She holds my head in place and starts fucking my face like the dirty slut she is.

"Fuck, Daddy, yes! Fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, daddy!" Her words come out in a growl between her clenched teeth.

I grin into her pussy and watch as tremors rock her body, falling to pieces in my arms. Her juices drip down my chin and she screams out in abandon, my name echoing off her lips like a mantra.

As she settles and the shockwaves become less, I lovingly savor her sweet nectar and enjoy her soft breathing. I pull my fingers from her soaked pussy and lick them clean. Her fingers tangle in my curls and I know this is as close to heaven as I'll get on Earth.

"Entertained, my love?" I ask subserviently, kissing up her belly and chest.

She chuckles and stretches up to kiss me softly. "You always know how to please me, Daddy."

"We're going out for dinner and drinks on a friend's yacht," I say and place butterfly kisses along her lips.

She whimpers and stills me, arching her back and moaning at my hard cock. "I was hoping to--"

I lift a finger to her lips to silence her. "I'm sure you were. But I wanna show you off. We'll have plenty of time to fuck, Kitten." She pouts at me and I nip her bottom lip. "Don't fucking pout at me. I expect you to be on your best behavior and not embarrass me in front of my friends. Understand?"

"But--" Her eyes widen when I stand and she grabs my dick. "Please, Daddy...can I have your cock before we go out? Please please?"

I laugh and smack her hand away. "Now, Kitten...you know my dick is for good girls only. If you're a good girl at dinner, I'll reward you."

She bites her lip and I yank her up from the sofa, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her deeply. With some disappointment, I find she's brought nothing but slutty lingerie, one bikini and toys. Luckily, she's close to Lexi's size and my wife has a wide assortment to choose from.

A solid white off-shoulder mesh chiffon dress is what piqued her interest. She matches it with a white wide-brim hat and wedges. Simple and sexy. Just how I like it.

"Daddy like?" She wiggles her ass in my face.

"You're missing one more thing..." I reach into the bedside table and dangle a set of weighted, vibrating Kegal balls at her. "Bend over."

She obeys and leans over at the waist, moving her thong to show me her cunt. I trail it through her slit and slowly press it into her. "Mmm, thank you, Daddy," she moans.

"You're to wear these. No complaining, no moaning and NO coming. Not without my permission. Got it?" She nods and quivers when I turn them on, but stays silent. "Good, girl. Now sit on the bed while I get dressed."

*~*HER POV*~*

I'm painfully aware of his possessive hand on my back and waist, his dominating presence so close I can taste it. I hadn't planned on this. Being shown off to his friends. All I wanted was his full attention...in the bedroom...with his cock in my cunt. Is that asking for too much??

But if he wants to take me out, who am I to say no? He's too sweet to deny and looks damn sexy in shorts and a flowy white shirt so thin I can see the color shift between his skin and chest hair. He adds in black-framed glasses and I have a hard time keeping my hands off.

As we walk hand in hand towards his car, I feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness. What will his friends think of me? Will they judge me? I glance down at my feet, feeling self-conscious in my heels and see-through dress. But David's hand on my shoulder grounds me, and his words reassure me.

"Don't worry, Kitten. You're stunning and they're going to love you."

His friends are all waiting on the dock when we arrive and he makes the introductions. I smile and accept handshakes and hugs. A few give weird looks and ask about Lexi. David explains that Lexi knows and that their extra marital activities are mutual, but only with me and Lexi's lover.

The men seem in awe and I'm welcomed into their circle with open arms. We board the large yacht, already set up with a buffet and open bar. The boat weighs anchor and we glide over the waves smoothly, a mix of easy listening and oldies rock playing over the sound system.

When I'm talking to the women, I have to swallow a moan as my panties vibrate. Shit...I'd almost forgotten about the kegal balls. My muscles clench and I see David glance over his shoulder at me. I drain my glass of wine, receive a refill and the vibrating climbs in intensity.

Jesus fuck that feels amazing! He winks at me then turns his attention back to his male friends. The guys have broken open an expensive bottle of bourbon whiskey but he wants me to stick with wine. Bossy fucker!

I'm bombarded with questions. The how, where and when of meeting David. My answers shock a couple of the ladies. Yes, I'm a Bon Jovi fan...No, it started as just me as a fan and wanting to interview David...yes, somehow I landed in his bed...Yeah, he decided to keep me around...No, I'm not a groupie per say.

On and on and on it goes.

We all make our way to the large table and I sit next to David, finally relaxing when he turns the toy off. "Thank you," I whisper and moan at the succulent lobster that he feeds me. The butter rolls down his fingers and I discreetly lick him clean.

Buttered and stuffed Lobster, herb potatoes and marinated vegetables, oysters with spicy red sauce and expensive caviar on tiny spoons, we devour the freshest seafood and the finest wine from France. I've never had the opportunity for food this rich and fine and savor every bite.

The conversation is delightful and I snuggle into David's arms, staring out at the setting sun. He kisses my forehead and he slowly begins the torture once more. Two of the couples have taken to the deck to dance and David leads me over, his hands on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"See? Not as bad as you thought, right?" He says and grinds his crotch into me. When I don't answer, he reaches into his pocket and the vibration goes to max. My knees quake and I have to hold onto him tight. "Answer me."

"Nnno, Siirr...I'm enjoying iiit," I stutter. Is he enjoying my discomfort? Possibly even getting aroused by it?

David's grip on my waist tightens as he smirks down at me. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear. "Just remember who you're with."

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I look into his eyes. The intensity in them sends a shiver down my spine and I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh. Then I muffle a quiet, "ow...shit..." into his shirt.

"What's wrong, Kitten? Does your little pussy hurt yet?"

"Yes, Daddy. But it feels really good too." I bury my face in his chest and concentrate on the movement of our bodies. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his hand sneak between us, sliding under my panties and rolling my clit. Since my back is to his friends, my lips part and glance up into his eyes.

David's gaze softens and he strokes my clit gently, his fingers moving in slow circles. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, my moans growing louder with each touch. "Feels good, doesn't it?" He whispers in my ear.

"Yes, Daddy. It feels so good." I moan out, unable to hold back any longer. My pussy is throbbing with need and I feel a wetness pooling between my legs.

He lifts his fingers to my lips and smirks. "Lick em clean, baby. I want you to savor yourself," he whispers and I obey, cleaning his fingers of my juice and pulling him in for a kiss to share. Our tongues dance together, our mouths open and wet, and the sexual heat builds.

He relents and turns the toy off once more. The moon is rising in the calm skies when the boat docks three hours later. I get the usual "It was so nice to meet you!" and "Let's do lunch!" from the females, hugs and kisses exchanged.

But even I can't hide from David that I'm desperate for us to be alone. The drive back to his house is short and I'm all but bouncing in my seat. I'm tempted to run as soon as the car stops but I put my legs together and wait for him to walk around and open my door.

"Good girl." He hands me out of the car and leads me inside, tossing his keys on the coffee table. "Upstairs and shower. 15 minutes and be sure to clean each and every inch, Babygirl. My mouth is positively watering for dessert."

*~*HIS POV*~*

I smack her ass and smirk at her giggle. She rushes from the room and I kick off my shoes, bursting with desire to slide my dick between her sweet ass cheeks. Off with the shirt...I can hear the shower turn on and give her a minute.

Luckily, she'd brought a few of her favorite toys and I helped myself to them. Three different paddles, a bullwhip, two floggers, riding crop, blindfold, rope, dildos, vibrators...Jesus fucking Christ! I told her a few of her favorites, not to the whole damn sex shop!

Does she really think she'll need all this? I chose one paddle that has metal studs on one side and the length of rope. Is she humming in the shower? Who gets happy with a bag full of torture devices? Come on, DB...don't be a pussy, I huff to myself. Since when has a little kink been a turn-off?

I turn off the overhead lights and turn on the red uplighting, bathing the room in scarlet. Her fifteen minutes are nearly up and I stand at the foot of the bed. She'd mentioned that my reading glasses turn her on so I've got those on and my blue jeans. Dominant? Daddy Dom? Definitely Daddy Dom.

She walks out and stops in her tracks. What is going through her head right now? She stares at me with her mouth agape and drops her towel, revealing the body I wanna devour. I point to the floor and growl, "Kneel."

A small moan from her lips as she takes in my appearance inch by inch makes my dick twitch. She drops to her knees and crawls across the floor to me, sensual and cat-like, her eager face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. She stops and spreads her knees apart, hands on her thighs and head bowed in obedience.

"Mmm...good girl," I growl and slide my hand around her neck. She relaxes and leans in, giving me permission. My fingers caress the tender flesh, squeezing slightly...just enough to make her gasp for air. I slip on her collar smoothly and slide the hasp through the hole in the soft leather at the back.

"Permission to speak, Sir?"

"What is it, Babygirl?"

"Do I get to play with your cock, Daddy? Please?"

"As tempting as that offer is, you've had your pleasure...now it's time for mine, Kitten. However, since you spoke out of turn..." I bend over and reach between her legs, grabbing hold of the damp, thin cord attached to the weighted balls still embedded deep in her pussy. I wind the thread around my fingers and yank on it.

She gasps, the balls fall free of her body and a light gush of fluid soon follows. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Not yet but you will be." A visible shiver rocks her body. Her eyes are fixed on my waist. "See something you want?" She nods and points at the leather studded belt. "My Kitten likes pretty things, doesn't she?"

She bites her lip and reaches out to touch the buckle. "Can...Can I have that instead of the paddle, Daddy?"

"Uh..." Did I really just say that? Yeah...big bad Dom. "You mean..."

She nods eagerly, her eyes pleading with me. I hesitate for a moment, feeling conflicted. Her hands tug on the belt and there's a pleading in her eyes I haven't seen before. "I want you to mark me with it, Daddy."

It takes a minute for her words to sink in. A kink paddle, sure...my hand, even better...but my belt? That was punishment when we were kids and now she's asking for it...for pleasure? "Get on the bed. Doggy style. Ass in the air."

"Yes, Sir," she says and climbs onto the bed, staring at the mirror on the wall. "Hey Daddy?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"You look handsome in those glasses." She stretches out her body like a lynx in heat, "Remember...my safe word is Red."

Her head perks up with the swoosh of my belt leaving its loops and the clink of the buckle makes her ass wiggle. I take a few minutes of spanking and kneading her ass with my hand, teasing the crack and her tight pink hole. Her moans start low and soft, gasping at the right moments and begging for more.

Once she's got a pretty blush, I straighten up behind her and grip my belt in both hands. I'm nervous with the thought of deliberately inflicting pain with such a heavy belt, but I find my mark and strike.

She jumps at the first light lash but remains in place. I repeat on the other cheek and can see her clenching. Four marks on her ass and two down her thighs.

"More, Daddy..." The studs are making deep indents in her flesh and I'm finding it less intimidating and more... "Oh fuck, Daddy!"

Six times I follow the rotation...four on ass, two on thigh...four on ass, two on thigh...Over and over and over. Her skin is quickly getting purple and one spot is bleeding. Even though she hasn't given me the safe word, I lean down to check on her. Her eyes are glazed over like she's stoned and she grins at me.

"You okay, Kitten?" She nods and I know that look from her last visit. Subspace I think she called it. I drop the belt and press my lips to hers, my tongue slipping in and cupping her face in my hand. She whimpers and grapples for my hair, my fingers massaging her wounds and trailing down to her smooth pink pussy.

I slide my fingers in easily and curl into her sweet nerves. A groan escapes my chest when she reaches out to caress my dick.

"Fuck...me...please," she breathes and whimpers pitifully as I crawl from her grasp. I pull her hips towards me and perch her ass over my dick.

I've denied us both fulfilment for too long and tease the tip through the arousal glistening between her legs. Fuck I forgot how tight she is. She moans as the slick head massages her clit, gently stroking it and working her into a sexual frenzy.

"I need to hear you purr for me, Kitten."

And she does. High, breathy little noises that deepen with each brush of flesh against slick flesh.

Finally, I guide my cock back and impale her cunt. Her fingers grapple at the sheets. Her body was meant for me to devour and I sink deeper, losing any sense of the world around me. Just her and I. She grips my body and rocks back against me.

I lean forward and press my chest to her back, hands sweeping down her arms and raising goosebumps. Our fingers entwine and my thrusts are deep, her back arching in desire.

"Ask for permission before you come. I want to hear you beg for it," I whisper in her ear.

"Oh god, yes, Daddy," she moans.

I straighten up and thrust hard, my hips slamming against her ass and she cries out. She tosses her head back and I take that moment to gather her silky hair in my hand, pulling it tight and shoving my cock to the hilt.

She screams into the pillow and I'm desperately trying not to come before her. I've fucked more than my share of women over my 58 years and I can typically hold off. But she has a way of breaking through that.

I keep on pumping her cunt with my throbbing cock and grunting like an animal. The primal king laying claim to his territory.

I slap her ass and she whimpers, "Please Daddy! I need to come...please make me cum and fill my pussy, Daddy!"

"Come for me, sweet Kitten." Her cries and moans...my balls tighten as she begs over and over, begging to fill her up. I plunge home one last time, my balls and cock throb and pulse. My groans mix with hers as I empty inside her temple and she shudders with a violent orgasm, her muscles tightening and milking every last drop from me.

We fall into a panting, sweaty heap on the bed still joined at the hip and my arms wrapped around her. I nose her hair away and kiss her neck, feeling her pulse racing. My dick slips from her body but we don't move.

"I missed you," she whispers and nuzzles my arm.

"I missed you too, Kitten." As the full moon shines through the French doors and illuminates our bodies, her soft snores send me to dream-filled sleep.