He tucked me in.

David Bryan tucked me into bed after fucking me...thoroughly. To the point, I woke up and EVERYTHING hurt! Parts I didn't know about were sore.

I stretch languidly and moan as my back cracks. "That was...wow." Not exaggerating.

"I don't recommend doing that every night," he laughs, his Jersey accent somehow making the words sound dirty, "do it once every two weeks and you'll be good to go." His chuckle is infectious, his fingers nimbly tying his shoes.

I roll onto my side and grin up at him, feeling a mix between annoyance and adoration. "You sure know how to take care of a girl, Daddy."

He waggles his eyebrows, eliciting another girlish giggle, and leans down to kiss me. "It's called being a man, babydoll."

As he pulls away from me, I notice his alarm clock on the nightstand. It was 6:30 am. "You have to go?" I ask, feeling a pang of disappointment.

He nods, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, we've got an early rehearsal today. But," he snatches his wallet up and hands me a pretty shiny silver card. American Express. Nice. "There's some good shopping around here. I think this one's...$10,000 limit. Do some damage, babygirl."

I grin and take the card, excitement and apprehension waging war. "I'll try not to go crazy."

"That's the spirit," he says with a wink, slipping on his watch and rings. "Now, I need to get going...but make sure to get your little ass out and about. I'd hate to think of you moping around here all day."

My lips curl into a wide grin as I look down at the card in my hand. "I promise, Daddy. I'll pick out something pretty."

He leans down and kisses me softly on the forehead, his cologne mixing with the scent of our sweat. "I know you will, babydoll. I'm gonna take you on the harbor for a night cruise. Dinner. Drinks. And hopefully...dessert."

"I can't wait." So....yeah. Pussy wasn't an acceptable reason for the composer to call off sick.

With my camera and smartphone, I went on a self-guided tour of the city. Coming from a mid-west town, I gazed on these high rises in awe as they towered over...everything! Central Park was breathtaking and I couldn't get enough of the architecture.

At Dave's insistence, I found a plus-size boutique and bought a couple of outfits. I'm not huge on accessories but I can rock a new handbag or boots! The knee high ones I found were leather and buckles. Very rock and roll.

I texted him throughout the day. He was impressed with my "selfie" abilities and I'd sent him quite a few. He'd texted me back with compliments about my sexy face and big tits...yeesh...men. He's very open about his appreciation of my feminine features and it's fun to get a glimpse into his brain.

Night had settled over Manhattan and the city was lit up like a Christmas card. David surprised me with dinner and drinks on the Hudson. Private boat. Very private. A pleasant surprise and one I couldn't possibly turn down.

"This place is so pretty," I gush and lean against the boat railing, snapping photo after photo of the skyline. "I can see why you love it here."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. "You deserve it."

I tilt my head to look up at him as he stares at the skyline with me, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles. "Stay right there," I say and step back to snap a few pictures...adjust his curls...another two or three photos. "You really do make a beautiful subject." I show him the photos and he smiles at me.

"A good looking photographer doesn't hurt. You've got one hell of an eye." He slides an arm around my shoulders and I snuggle into him, inhaling the deep notes of his cologne. "Last night was wonderful, by the way. I don't think I've gotten that kind of attention in a long time," he whispers in my ear.

"Couldn't help myself. There are certain things I've always fantasized about doing. Couldn't exactly pass up the opportunity," I say softly and slide my arms around his waist, warming my hands within the confines of his leather jacket.

"What kinda things?" There's a hint of anticipation in his voice, enough to make me glance up and grin stupidly.

"You don't want to know."

"Oh, but I do."

I lean back against him and wrinkle my nose. "You'll laugh."

"No, I won't. Come on...I won't tell."

"Promise?"

"Pinkie swear," he says and hooks our pinkies together. I shake my head at him and laugh.

"Kinky fuckery and fluffy romance..." His eyes twinkle in the city lights, urging me to tell him more.

He laughs and pulls me into a full hug, setting my camera on the table. His body is incredibly warm and my hands rub along his back. "I'm gonna need specifics," he whispers.

"This," I gesture down where our bodies are close. "Your lips kissing me and feeling your hands on my waist. Tasting you. Feeling...every inch. Looking up into those bright blue eyes." Unconsciously, we're both swaying to the soft music playing around us.

He spins me out from him then back in as the song shifts. "I see you thinking twice. Wish I could read your mind. Move up or out of line, too late for praying," he sings to me and my knees grow weak. "I know we might lose our breath. We might be scared to death. This chance is like a step. Just gotta take it."

"Whoa oh Countdown to here we go Oh oh oh," I sing and beam up at him.

"Hold on tight, slide a little closer. Up so high stars are on our shoulders. Time fly's by, don't close your eyes," he pulls away, looking up into the sky then sits on one of the loveseats. "Kiss by kiss love is a thrill ride. What goes up might take us upside down..."

I step towards him and straddle his lap, grazing my fingers over his cheek. "Life ain't a merry go round. It's a roller coaster..."

His eyes twinkle mischievously in the moonlight and he repeats, "It's a roller coaster." We fall quiet and rest our foreheads together, our breath mingling on the cool night air. "God, I could stay here forever..."

"Who says you can't?" We chuckle breathlessly and he pulls me into a beautiful kiss, a trace of whiskey and cough drops. A strange combination but I don't care. The tip of his tongue caresses my lips and I part them, giving way to intertwine with him once more.

"Sir?" Our kiss breaks and David looks up at the boat captain. "We're coming up on the dock. Did you want more time on board?"

We stare at each other for a few moments. "No...no...we can dock," he says and my heart drops. I avert my eyes and push myself from his lap. This is it. He's had enough of me. My dream is about to come to an end. I fight back tears and turn from him to look out over the dark waters.

The boat docks at slip three and David takes my hand to help me out. But he doesn't let go of it. Rather, he leads me down the broadwalk and to the parking lot, opening the passenger door for me. I get in and wait for him to close the door. He stands there watching me with a small smile.

"Why do you look sad?"

"I...I'm not." I can tell my voice is a thin veil to my barely contained emotions and he leans into the car, cupping my cheek and kissing me.

"You don't have to hide it, ya know? I want you to be happy."

"I am..." I start but stop when he shakes his head.

"We'll talk when we get back, yeah? No tears tonight."

I nod quickly...too quickly for his liking. He exits the parking lot and, like yesterday, reaches over the console for my hand. I allow him to hold it but can't bring myself to look at him. My chest is tight and I exhale sharply when his lips touch my palm.

"Darlin', why the tears? C'mon. Talk to me," he pleads.

I shake my head and wipe my eyes. "I...it's silly."

"You can tell me anything. I won't judge you."

"Just...fuck...I wish I didn't have to go home so soon," I choke out. "I didn't think it would be this hard."

The car is warming up and I sink down into the seat. I feel his gaze on me and my heart rate quickens. "You know," he starts, "I'll be in New York for the next week working. See how you feel tomorrow and if you want, stay a few more days."

My eyes widen. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden."

"You could never be a burden, darlin'. I want you to stay," he says softly, his eyes not leaving the road.. "Unless, of course, you have other plans. Are you seeing someone?"

I laugh nervously. "No. Not at the moment." I smile meekly and he squeezes my hand.

"Good," he grins. "Then for the next week, I'm not married. All yours." We pull up the front of the hotel, but he doesn't move. "Go up, grab what you need overnight and come on back down."

"We aren't staying here?" I ask.

"Nah...my apartment is cozier," he says and gives me a sly wink. "If you feel like staying for the week, we'll get you checked out of your hotel tomorrow and you can stay with me."

"And you're not gonna drive off on me, right?"

He laughs and leans over to kiss my cheek. "I'll be right here. Hurry so I can get that sweet ass home."

"Okay, okay!" I roll my eyes, open the door and jump out. Call me cynical, but I expected to come back down with my stuff and his SUV would be long gone. But it wasn't. He was still there scrolling on his phone, waiting with the back door open.

He took my overnight bag and tossed it in the backseat. David opens the front passenger door and, once more, restrains me with the seatbelt. Once he was back on the road, I hesitate a moment then ask, "Do you have a restraining kink?"

"What do you think, babydoll?" he smirks back and winks. I giggle and snuggle deeper into the soft leather seat, his hand taking mine. All the way to his apartment he sings me songs, and I drink in every millisecond.

We ride the rest of the way in silence, the angry horns of New York drivers becoming less than background noise. I watch the street lights flicker past as we get closer to the quieter Upper West Side.

I recognize the condo building we pull up to, curiously I look over at him. David turns into a private parking garage and I glance around. He parks the luxury SUV in an assigned spot and shuts off the engine.

"So we're here, huh? Your apartment? Like...your home?" The fangirl is dying to break out but I subdue her.

"I travel a lot for work and spend most of my time in hotels but I keep an apartment here. It gets little use, sadly," he replies and gets out, coming over to my side and opening the door. Perhaps my face shows confusion because he chuckles and kisses my forehead. "Don't worry, darlin'. You're safe with me. Come on, I'll show you the place."

David takes my hand and leads me into the garage. He punches in a code and the door opens with a whir. I smile at the modern technology and follow him inside, still remaining quiet as we rise. "Please say something," he whispers, his finger sliding under my chin and lifting it so our eyes meet.

"I...just a lot has happened. I'm trying to take it all in," I admit, my voice wavering. "My anxiety is severe and I get overwhelmed easily when I'm out of my comfort zone."

It's quiet save for my thumping heart and his low breathing. I can feel his gaze on me and I look up, giving him a soft smile. "What is your comfort zone?"

I shrug. "My house, my room, my town. But...I guess I can add...you...you in a private place...Maybe one of those sweet kisses will calm that anxiety."

David leans down and kisses me softly, his lips brushing against mine. I feel a warmth spread through my body as he pulls away, his eyes filled with concern. "You're safe with me, darlin'," he whispers, his fingers gently stroking my cheek. "I promise."

I nod, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over me. He chuckles and kisses me again, this time deeper and more passionate. His lips are soft and insistent, his tongue probing my mouth. I feel myself getting lost in the moment, my fingers threading through his hair.

I'm pinned between the wall and his body, deliciously helpless at his ministrations. His hands slide under my ass, one leg around his waist and his lips at my neck. As our kisses deepen, I can feel him growing hard against my leg.

"Fuck you're beautiful," he mumbles and moans as my fingers tangle in his curls. His cock presses against my belly and it's burning me alive.

"D...David," I breathe out. "If we're going to do this, I..."

"Do you trust me?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Good. Then stop talking," he urges and his lips press against mine. I get lost in him, unable to remember my name, or even my address.

His chest rises and falls. He raises an eyebrow and leans in as the elevator reaches floor 11. "Still waiting for you to make me beg for it. You haven't even come close..." Only the ding of the elevator can pull us from that private place of seclusion and I silently curse it.

He smirks at me and takes my hand in his. I laugh and step out of the elevator, David following closely behind. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. "After you," he says with a bow. I walk in, immediately feeling at ease. It's not too big or too fancy but it's warm and inviting.

"Ooo I remember seeing this beauty in a post." I glide my hand along the smooth polished surface of his Steinway piano. "You write a lot here, huh?"

"What gave it away?" He laughs and kicks off his shoes, "The ass imprint on the bench or the piles of paper, broken pencils and binders?"

"All of the above." I follow his lead and toe my shoes off next to the sofa. "It's a beautiful place." He grins and lets me peek around. Only a few Bon Jovi things hang on the walls. I sit on the plush sofa and notice he looks a little uncomfortable having someone new in his home.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. "Would you like a drink? Mostly it's liquor and beer but I think I have Coke."

"Cokes fine." He brings me an ice cold can and I take it gratefully. I hadn't noticed until now how parched my throat is. He pops the cap off his beer and sits at his piano, his fingers dancing over the ivory keys effortlessly. Music fills the quiet space and I close my eyes, letting the melody take me away.

Then his voice. Oh god, his voice. Just as he did on the boat, he's serenading me. Only me...my heart swells. I know this song. 'Real Love' from their 2017 album. I'm unable to hold back the tears. He's singing with so much passion, intimate and raw.

He catches my eye and nods me over. I wipe away the tears and pad across the floor to him, standing behind and off to the side so he can see me.

"Have you ever known real love? The kind of love that makes you feel, love? No, this ain't let's make a deal, love. It'd make an angel give his wings up. It makes you feel guilty 'cause you want more. If it's a kiss that you would die for. Feels like you're falling through the stars. If it could break your heart. It's real love."

He's already working up a sweat and I slide onto the bench as he closes the song, laying my head on his shoulder. "That was beautiful, D. Thank you."

"No...thank you."

I pluck at a couple keys, making nonsense note patterns. "For what? You have everything. What could you possibly need to thank me for?"

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. "For letting me share this special time with you." His forehead rests against mine, causing his curls to drape around my face.

It's all I can do to not lean in and kiss him. "I had...maybe two fangirl moments but that was in the beginning."

"Oh really? What were they?" He's so damn nosey.

I smirk and roll my eyes to stare at him. "When you first followed and replied to me...your very first message. After that, I got used to seeing you pop up and the more I talked to you, the more I realized that you deserve so much more than a stupid page."

"It's not stupid. You put time into it. Not money. Time and energy, two things you can't get back and things I'm not one to take for granted." He pauses and positions my fingers on the keys, showing me simple chords for Bed of Roses. "I'm sorry how my wife treated you. Please know, I don't tolerate rudeness to anyone and she shouldn't have acted like that to you."

"I appreciate it...really tried to keep my attitude under control."

He chuckles, "You're fine the way you are. I'd rather you allow your true nature to shine rather than suppress it."

"I'm not a groupie and I'm not trying to be. For so long, I just wanted to meet you, have you sign something and take a picture with you. Maybe a hug and talk with you. That's it..."

"But?" He prompts, sensing hesitation.

"But now that I'm here, there's so much I want to say and do..."

"Like?" He asks.

I turn towards him, "To memorize every curve...every wrinkle...every inch of you." My hands go to his face, thumb tracing the deep lines around his eyes. "Photos never did you justice." I pull him into a kiss. He's stiff at first then wraps his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss.

Slowly we separate, our breathing shallow. He boops my nose and chuckles when I twitch it...he does it again. "Keep up with these compliments and you'll inflate my ego."

"You're humble," I counter.

"Most days," he agrees.

"Don't get big with me, Mr Rockstar or I'll superglue your ass to this bench," I growl and attempt to look intimidating.

"You couldn't if you tried...and I'd love to see you try. If you ever want or need me to stop, just say no. Believe me, I'll respect it."

I rest my head against his shoulder. "What if I wanted you to get rough? 'No' isn't a very good safe word," I counter with a mischievous grin. How about...red? It's clear and simple."

He smirks and raises an eyebrow, a glint in his eyes. "Red it is. But if you mean it, be careful what you wish for."

I puff out my chest and see his eyes dart down to my tits. I clutch his shirt in my fist and get up in his face. "Is that a challenge, Rockstar?" He tickles me and I let out an involuntary giggle. "Jackass."

"You kiss your mother with that dirty mouth?"

"Just your dick that you were writhing in bed for." He goes for another tickle and I grab his hand, forcing it back onto the piano keys making an unholy sound. "Don't mess with me. I don't care who you are or how much you own, I'll--"

"Keep talking shit? How about you get on your knees like a good girl?"

"You need to earn it," I huff and stand up from the bench. His hand grabs the waistband of my skirt and hauls me back. "Nope!" I jump up and he does it again. "Damnit, asshole." His fingers find my skin and I buck my hips as he tickles me. I kick my foot out and it slams into the piano as the bench tips back, both of us tumbling to the floor.

David groans. "Fuck, I'm getting old." He clambers up to grab me around the hips, succeeding in only getting a fistful of my skirt. I wiggle out of it with a wink and gain footing, my ass cheeks bouncing happily in my thong. "Hell no you don't!"

He catches me before I can reach safety and yanks me up into his arms, whilst one arm and one leg dangle from his grasp. "Put me down now!"

He chuckles, "Not until you admit defeat." I struggle against his hold, but he only tightens his grip.

"Go fuck yourself!" I cry out and reach around to slap his ass.

"Oh yeah, baby. I like it rough," he smirks and carries me into the bedroom, tossing me on the bed and locking the door behind him. "Naughty little brat."

I shove the hair from my face, blushing pink and slightly sweaty. "The fuck you gonna do about it?"

"Question is...how are you gonna get back on my nice list?"

"Fuck your nice list, Bryan," I sputter and lunge for him. He's too quick and pushes me into the mattress.

"So feisty...I like it." He hovers over me, curls framing his handsome face and pupils dilating. But he simply stares at me. No actions. No words. Nothing. Just stares. I can play this game. I know this game and I've seen stares like that before.

He tilts his head as if to consider my next move, lips forming his well-known sexy pout. The things I wanna do with those lips. I smile and bat my eyelashes, reaching down to playfully stroke him through his pants. Nothing. I dip my finger into my thong, slip it around in my pussy and smear the juice across his lips. Nothing. He doesn't move. Just stares.

I wiggle out of my shirt with the little room he affords me and pull my bra cups down, showing off my pretty tits to him. I sigh, frustrated and wanting him to take control. "Come on, Rockstar. Don't make me do all the work."

"You sure do love showing off, don't you?" He finally comments and a crease forms between his brows. I whimper when he stands and walks around to the end of the bed, pulling over a small rolling office chair and holding a small object in his hand. "Show off then." He sits down and gestures with a flourish.

I watch as he powers on a small video camera, pointing it at me and unzipping his pants to let his cock hang out to taunt me. "Thought you said no cameras."

"I never said that. This will be for my own personal enjoyment," he replied, his gaze red-hot and hungry, "It will never leave my vault unless I want to watch it."

"Vault, huh? Bet you got a nice little collection for your perverted enjoyment." I climb onto the bed like a lynx in heat, turning my back to wiggle my plump ass at him and feeling more of my brat side surfacing. "How many others have you seduced back here?" I unhook my bra and bend backwards, giving him a striptease to set any man on fire.

"You don't need to know that information."

I toss my bra at him with a smirk, rotating my body to reveal my tits inch by painful inch. "Come on, Rockstar. Don't be so shy. Tell me how many you've seduced in this little hideaway of yours." I snap the band of my thong, pulling it to the side to give him a peek of my glistening pussy.

"You're making assumptions, babygirl," he countered and swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. He shifted in the chair slightly, still not touching himself. "I never said I had brought anyone back here, did I?"

"You never said you didn't." I cock my head sideways, popping my hip out and wiggling my butt at him. "You've got a thing for peep shows, I can tell.

"I've always had a thing for beautiful women," he smirked and slid the chair back, letting his feet hang off the side. His cock was still hard and he watched me with amusement.

I lay on my back and lift my legs up, shimmying out of my lace thong and tossing it at him. "Like what you see...Sir?" I prop myself on one arm and spread my legs for his piercing stare.

David catches the scrap of lace and holds it to his nose. One deep inhale. He nods appreciatively and leans forward, his eyes fixed on my exposed pussy. "I fucking love it, babydoll." He reaches down and begins to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving my naked body.

"Tell me..."

The slightest dip of his eyelids is the only indication, apart from the rapid swelling of his cock, that I had an affect on him. "Lexi's been the only other woman in this place. Until you..."

My fingers trace tiny figure 8's down my belly, teasing my warm pink folds. I separate them and moan as cool air hits my clit. A long drop of wetness trails down my ass crack and drips onto his clean white bedspread.

"What she would say about her husband lusting for another," I moan, truly not caring what his wife would say.

He lowers his hand to his lap and rubs the lace between his fingers, slowly and in time with my fingers. After a short while, he loosens his fingers slightly and loops them around his cock, still with the lace woven around his fingers. He strokes himself slowly.

"Do used panties get you off, baby?"

"No...but you do, my sweet," he grinned wolfishly, "And I can see...and smell...that you're enjoying displaying yourself to me. Deny it if you dare, but your body betrays you."

I moan for him as I push two fingers into my warmth, dropping my head back. "What do you want me to do, Sir?" I ask, my voice soft and sultry. I pump my pussy for his enjoyment, letting him hear how wet I am.

"I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to feel my hot cum all over that pretty little pussy of yours." He strokes himself faster, his breathing becoming heavier. "I want to see your face when you cum for me," he says, his voice thick with desire. His breathing became heavier and his strokes quickened. "Add another finger."

I do as he asks and slip a third finger in, groaning as I'm stretched. "I want you inside me, Sir. Will...oh god...will you sing to me? Please...make me cum to your voice."

"Soon, my sweet," he replies in a low voice, "I want you to stretch your pretty little ass for me too. Ready yourself properly, without cumming and you shall be rewarded." His eyes move between the camera screen and the tableau on the bed before him.

My fingers drag the juices from my pussy to my tight little asshole, spreading it around the puckered hole. I gasp with one finger. Then another. I try to relax my body. Perfect strokes, pussy to ass. I whimper as I'm stretched for him, trying to ignore the discomfort.

"Yes, baby...," he breathes and squeezes the head of his cock, swiping the bead of moisture over the darkening head, "Just like that, sweet thing." He shifts forward in his seat and watches me intently until I'm teetering on the knife-edge of orgasm.

I hear the whir as he zooms the focus in tightly and breathing heavily. My pussy is greedily grasping at my fingers as they dip within the folds. He swallows as a pearl of moisture dripped from my lower lips, anointing my rosy pucker.

"Oh god...please...I...I'm sorry for being mouthy to you...please, Daddy..."

I let out a choked sob as I feel my orgasm approaching. The pleasure is overwhelming, my body trembling with anticipation. I arch my back and thrust into my fingers, my moans filling the room. My vision blurs as I focus on nothing but the sensations coursing through my body.

"Such a pretty sight, babydoll." He stands and sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, placing the camera on the tripod next to the bed before he crawls up between my spread legs.

I reach up for him desperately, smearing my juices over his stomach. His chest is just out of reach and I whimper. He moves out of my grasp and shakes his head. "Hand off now, babygirl."

He pushes my legs up to my chest and rakes his gaze over me. "I need it, D...please..."

"Shhh..."

His fingers touch me at long last, exploring my dark, engorged outer lips, pulling them gently away to reveal the treasure hiding at the apex. He barely brushes his thumb over my clit and I come off the bed with a gasp at the contact.

"Oh fuck...thank you, Sir..."

"Hands above your head, babygirl. If you move, I stop. You don't want me to stop, do you?"

"No, Sir." I raise my arms up and grasp the wrought-iron headboard.

"Good girl." He slips his middle finger into my folds. "God, your pussy is exquisite."

He twists his wrist to allow his finger to explore my depths further. I can feel him massaging my walls and I moan when he brushes over my sweet spot. His ring finger joins the other as his thumb teases over my asshole eventually pushing through the forbidden entrance.

As he torments me with one hand, he moves so that his other hand could pleasure himself. I have to will myself to not let go and it takes all I have. He bends down to kiss me hungrily, suckling my lower lip between his. "You want me to sing for you?" I nod vigorously and he smiles. "What do you say?"

"Please, Sir...please sing for me...make me cum to your voice." Then I smirk and lick my lips. "Like I always do." His eyes widen as this revelation.

"I don't need no license to sign on no line. And I don't need no preacher to tell me you're mine. I don't need no diamonds. I don't need no new bride. I just need you, baby. To look me in the eye. I know they have a hard time. And your Daddy don't approve. But I don't need your Daddy. Telling us what we should do."

I grip the headboard. That fucking song. The one that gets my heart thumping and pussy dripping. I stare up at him breathless. His brow furrows in concentration. He brings us both closer and closer to release as his strokes match the tempo of the song.

My eyes are closed, but I can feel his gaze burning into me. His fingers are relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My breath is coming out in short gasps and my heart is racing.

He withdraws his fingers only for a moment before easing into my ass and my mouth drops open. My muscles grip that finger then relax enough to take the second. "Ah...shit..."

"Relax, babygirl...that's it," he coos, capturing my lip between his and suckling it sweetly. "Fuck, you're tight. Is this ass mine? Is it mine for the taking?"

His fingers spread into a V and my back arches. "All yours, Sir...oh fuck..." He pushes into me, stretching me, but not to the point of pain. I take a deep breath and grit my teeth. It burns...it burns so good. "Ah...!"

He pulls out, only to push back in. He begins a slow circle. His thumb brushes over my clit and I arch my back, pushing onto those talented fingers.

"You like that?" He moves his fingers to my throat and I nod. "Good girl. Do you want to taste yourself?"

He slides two fingers into my throat and I take a deep breath. The sensation is so foreign and yet so good. I nod vigorously and he pulls out.

My pussy clenches in anticipation as he brings his fingers to my lips. I suck on them greedily, tasting my juices and wanting more. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth as he thrusts his fingers into my pussy.

"Now there's a million questions. I could ask about our lives. But I only need one answer. To get me through the night. Baby, can you tell me. Just where we fit in. I call it love. They call it living in sin. Is it you and me or just this world we live in. I say we're living on love. They say we're living in sin."

My eyes water and I let out a choking noise. He looks into my eyes and waits for me to respond. "Please..." is all I can manage.

"Roll over, babydoll, and present your ass to me," he demands.

I roll over and push up on my knees, arching my back and presenting him with my ass. He smacks my left cheek then my right, the sound echoing through the room. My head drops down as I bite into the pillow.

His hot breath creeps along my skin as he runs his fingers over my exposed cheeks. He trails his fingers down between my legs, teasing my slit with the lightest touch. I whimper in anticipation, wanting him to penetrate me with his thick cock.

He slides a finger into my wetness and I moan in pleasure. He traces my opening, teasing me even further. I push back against him, trying to urge him to continue. He chuckles at my desperation and pushes a second finger into me, stretching me open.

"This ass is mine." He smacks my ass again, much harder this time. "Say it."

"My ass belongs to you, Daddy..." He smacks my ass again and again as I moan into the pillow. My pussy is throbbing with each blow and I'm dripping onto the sheets. "Oh fuck...please, Sir...please..."

"What do you want, babydoll?" He raises his hand and smacks my ass again. I bite down harder on my lip this time.

"I need you to fuck me, Sir. Please...fuck me..."

He moves swiftly and positions his cock at my pussy entrance, leaving my ass empty, and sinks himself to the hilt with a guttural yell. I cry out at the overwhelming feeling of completeness. Curses fall from his lips and I watch his body struggle for control.

His hips buck hard against me and his eyes roll back into his head. My body trembles and I can barely close my mouth, any words I mutter are slurred and incoherent. I've become little more than a puddle of sex in his hands.

He wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes gently, growling in my ear, "Who's my good girl?" My face flushes as my breath is cut off for a moment before he lets go. He's letting me know who is in control. And it's such a goddamn rush!

"I am, Sir," I whimper and moan.

He fucks me relentlessly, thrusting into my sloppy cunt and giving me every inch of his thick cock. I can feel it throbbing inside of me, wanting to burst. He grabs my hair with one hand, wrapping the length around his fist and yanking it back as he pounds into me.

"So fucking warm, baby," he groans. The pain in my scalp syncs with the ache in my core and I can't hold back any longer.

I moan with as much fire as I can muster. "Fill my fucking ass, Daddy!" I scream and every muscle in my body clenches and I bear down, my pussy spraying over the bed. My body convulses as he withdraws roughly and smacks my cunt, rubbing it vigorously. I come up off the bed, ass shaking and pussy juice drenching everything in sight.

I collapse onto my knees, breathing heavily and trying to get my wind back. But he's not done with me. With a murmur of "Good girl," my ass is on fire as his cock stretches the hole.

He pushes into me slowly, his cock stretching me and hitting all the right spots. I groan and push back into him, pulling him in deeper. The feeling of his thick cock filling me is incredible and I want to milk it for as long as I can.

"Fuck," I whimper. He glides his cock in a little deeper and I feel myself getting stretched wide. I'm not sure if I like it, but it's a new feeling so I'll just go with it.

"Fuck....that's it, baby...Squeeze it," he growls. His pace picks up, fucking me with long, slow strokes. I dig my fingers into his pillow and hold on for dear life. He's got a death grip on my waist, our bodies slapping together deliciously.

"Don't...let...me...go..." I pant, "Please...David...more..."

"Good girl...feels so goddamn good...that's it, baby...Fuck....my good girl," he says in a sing-song voice and I feel his dick throbbing inside of me. He keeps pumping and fills my ass with rope after rope of his hot cum coating my insides.

Three...four...five...six times. I milk his cock for every drop he has and my thighs are quivering. His hips thrust into me with each aftershock, his body desperate to empty itself. I feel his body slump against mine, his curls tickling my shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Sorry...just...goddamnit...I just need a minute," he chuckles. I glance behind and he's drenched in sweat and pussy juice, damp curls stuck to his face. "Keep that little hole shut and hand me the camera. I have...one more thing...more of a kink...if you'll indulge me."

"Mmm, anything, Sir. What would that be?" I hand it to him and straddle his chest, back to him.

"Move up here move. Straddle my head." Obeying his order, I spread my ass cheeks and show off where his cock stretched me. His cum oozes out. I'm taken by surprise when I feel his tongue, teasing the rim. "Sit that ass over my mouth." I do a double take but who am I to judge?

"Like this?" I crawl above him and wiggle my ass, settling it on his face. He grabs my hips and buries his nose into my ass, licking at the outside and then darting the tip inside. "Oh....my....god....Sir..."

I whimper as he slides his tongue in deeper, working it around. It's an odd sensation, the cool wet muscle against the hot wet muscle. He flicks it deep inside and I gasp, grinding my pussy into his face as he begins to tongue-fuck my ass.

He's unable to speak. But he moans and nods his head, sending tingles of fire through my body. I grit my teeth and try to hold back my moans, but it's no use. The feel of his mouth on me, his tongue lashing me, his lips sucking and biting...it's too much.

"Oh...oh fuck...David, please..." I moan, my hands grabbing the headboard so I don't collapse on top of him. He grabs my hips and holds me steady, licking in long strokes. I feel his finger run along my crack then plunge inside my pussy. I scream and wiggle my ass until I'm grinding against his face.

"Mmm," he groans. I feel my ass cheeks spread and cool air blows across my asshole. I glance back and he's aiming the camera at my hole, getting a close-up of his tongue fucking me.

"Shiiiiiiiiiit!" I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head. He's driving me wild, his tongue curling and stabbing and flicking inside my asshole. I grind faster and faster until I scream as my body locks up and shudders.

My ass clenches around his tongue, holding him in place as he laps at my insides. I can feel my pussy gushing, juices running down my thighs. He pulls his tongue out and licks my hole one last time, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

"Shit, you're sexy. You like that, baby?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

My body goes limp and I collapse onto his chest, feeling completely used and exposed. I'm naked, sweaty, smelly and my holes have been thoroughly fucked. And I love every damn second of it. His cock softens as I roll off into the soft bedding.

We lay in silence for a few minutes until I get the energy to crawl back up to the pillows. He grins at me and adjusts himself to eye level, his fingers tracing my face. The curiosity I had earlier was in his eyes. Curiosity in another. Memorizing every line.

"So level with me," I say, finally breaking the silence, "How are you still so...virile man? You're 58."

"It's those good genes, baby. I've needed...assistance...now and then. I have zero shame," David laughs and puffs his chest up. "One more round might take it out of me though."

I roll my eyes and look at him skeptically. "You sure about that? Maybe I'll say no more. My butthole's worn out."

He winks at me and leans in, kissing me softly on the lips. "For you, I'll try." He trails his fingers down my cheek and into my hair, pulling me closer to him. "And if not, I've got...other ideas."

I shiver at the thought of what else he might have in mind. He moves his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing gently. His touch sends sparks of electricity through me, and I arch my back, pressing myself against him.

"Well before we get to your...ideas...I need some water. You?" I push from his embrace and stand from the bed with shaking knees. "Oh shit...ok...steady...my legs feel like Jell-O."

"Yeah there's bottles in the fridge. Help yourself," he says with a smile and stretches into the pillows. "I'll take one too."

I take two steps out into the apartment and feel warm cum dribble down my thighs. A small sniff and I wrinkle my nose. Fuck, I need to freshen up. Men always make pussy stink after sex. I glance back at the bedroom, noticing his back turned to me, and duck into the smaller bathroom.

Complete with a detachable shower head. Perfect. My hair is a sight to behold. I give my pussy a thorough cleansing. The warm water runs over my swollen lips and clit, washing away all the sweat and cum. I feel clean and refreshed, ready to take on whatever David has in mind.

After a quick dry and deodorant, I grab two water bottles from the fridge and return to the bedroom, only to find the bed empty. "Dave?!"

"In here, babe. I'll be right out!" His voice calls out from the Master bath. "Making myself smell pretty again!"

I crawl onto the bed and crack open my water, watching whatever channel he had turned on. Late night crime and forensic shows. Interesting. The door opens and light floods the room. I watch him enter looking more handsome than I remember. A sheen of sweat covers his torso and arms. His chest is bare and damp.

"Oh why hello there, Joker!" I reach a hand up and he plops next to me, making his pec bounce when I touch his large chest tattoo.

David takes a swig from the water I hand him and wipes his brow with a towel. "Feeling better, baby?" he asks, smiling at me.

"Much, thank you. Your skills are top-notch."

He chuckles and leans in, kissing me softly on the lips. "Glad I could help." He smiles, his dimples flashing and he smacks my ass cheek. "So now...I have a question... How long have you been in the...kink community? You obviously got your brat skills somehow."

"Well...I guess it'll be eight years. Started out on the other side of the whip. I had a Dominant a few years back and he kinda fucked me up mentally and emotionally."

He reaches over to the TV stand and grabs a small black box. From it, he takes out a joint and lights the tip. He takes a long pull from it and the smoke slowly rolls from his lips. "I don't suppose you still have any ties with him?"

"No. No chance in hell. Nothing but pain there." He hands me the joint and I take it gratefully. "You don't seem surprised about the kinky stuff."

"Years. I knew you were into kink. Your writing is...quite intense." David chuckles at my shock. "I told you...we've seen the stories. And you stand out like a sore thumb!"

I blush at his compliment and take another drag from the joint. The smoke fills my lungs and swirls in my chest, making me lightheaded and dizzy. I hand it back to him and lean back into his arms, feeling safe and protected.

"I...I don't know what to say," I stammer, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I guess I finally felt comfortable enough to explore this side of myself...of course with the sexiest muse a woman could desire."

He smirks and takes another hit from the joint. "Ah, flattery will get you everywhere, darling." He leans in and kisses me softly on the neck. "So what story collection can I expect this," he gestures around the room, "...to show up in? One-shots, The Circle or a new one?"

"Jesus! Are you stalking me?!" I laugh and his hand slides down to my butt.

"Much as you stalked me, babydoll," he growls and there's a deep rumble in his chest.

"Shit...that weed's some strong shit...I can feel it. Almost...too soon...too fast." He hovers over me, staring down and licking his lips. I pull him down to me, mashing my mouth to his. Our tongues tangle together and he pins me to the bed.

"You think you're ready for round two?"

"Always," I smile.

"Good, because I saved the best for last."