Natalie was not the type of girl you would call 'exotic'...unique maybe but not exotic. She was a short with an average frame from southern Florida with emerald eyes that changed with her mood from bright green to the color of dark moss.

A few tattoos including a Celtic cross and dragon decorated her body, mostly to cover the scars from years of abuse. The only child of a single mother, she had daddy issues since childhood. These issues reared up in the romance department in some way: sexual, emotional, physical, verbal and spiritual.

She had set about to find the perfect man and ended up being a punching bag. It became a way of life, a never-ending circle. Because of her plummeting self-esteem, she turned to the only thing that never betrayed her. Writing. Mostly fanfiction.

It was a way of escaping reality and into a world where she couldn't be harmed or violated. It was a world of fantasy, love and lustful situations with a piano player and songwriter that she looked up to as a creative role model. David Bryan, keyboardist for Bon Jovi, songwriter, singer, and classically trained pianist.

She had no idea what this man was like in real life. Writing gave her the opportunity to mold his persona to the perfect male character in her stories. When life kicked her down, she'd turn to her world and lose herself with David. Around this time, Natalie had started a fan site as a further escape.

Maybe three years after starting her online journey, she got a private message on the fan page she ran. Her heart jumped at David's name. But the other side of her screamed that it was a fake. Those tend to run rampant on the internet.

"Great work on the page!" That's all it said. After Natalie freaked out a little and composed herself, she hit reply but didn't expect any type of response, especially if it was a fake, so she decided to tread lightly.

"Thank you, David :) --" Then she paused. How was she supposed to convey her admiration for this man and not sound like every other fan out there? "Hope your day is going great whether you're working hard or hardly working--" Lamest thing she could have said looking back on it. "You've been a wonderful creative inspiration and musical influence."

She sent it but didn't hear back and figured it was a fake. Part of her was crushed and cried over her laptop like a baby.

However, a month later while proofreading a new story with her co-writer, her phone dinged with a notification. She squealed in delight at the now verified account and clicked open David's message.

"Sorry for the delay. Just back from Japan tour." She'd known about the tour since it had been posted on the official site. "Thank you for that. It's humbling when someone calls me a musical influence. As a musician and songwriter, it's one of the highest compliments...you got me blushing."

She quickly hit reply. "Congrats on finishing the tour. Sorry not sorry for making you blush ;-)"

It would take David a few hours to respond sometimes but he always did. He followed the page and would subtly leave a like or comment on photos, shoot a quick private message or watch her story timeline.

His interaction meant a lot to Natalie and more people followed her page. He even did a small interview with her, the highlight of her year.

Then those text messages turned into short videos to each other and they spoke on the phone several times. She found him to be the most unassuming and kind man for a global rockstar, plus she never posted or bragged about talking to him.

Those calls could only be when she was alone since her boyfriend would rage over the slightest mention of David's name or the site. David would ask a lot about her from education and hobbies to her friends and family. Some topics were touchy but he was very patient as she cried her answers out.

This was the point when a rare friendship between celebrity and fan began to cultivate. Not only did she confide in him, but he started to do the same. On his trips from Jersey to New York, he could speak more freely. Wife, kids, work, projects...you name it, he vented about it.

Natalie never knew how she had earned his trust but she did. A year after that initial message, she stared at her laptop and gaped at an email from David.

From: jokerswild

Subject: A Proposition

I could use someone with your techie brain and administrative prowess. Would you ever consider a personal assistant position? Mostly handling my schedule and media requests, tech issues with equipment and a project of upgrading the network on the property. -DB

From: vettegurlxxx

Subject: RE: A Proposition

Seriously? You're not fucking with me? I swear if you're fucking with me, I'll fly there and shave your head. But I mean...I don't live in Jersey. Isn't that kinda think more hands-on?

From: jokerswild

Subject: RE: A Proposition

No not fucking with you...unless you're offering :) If you accepted, I'd arrange your living up here. My house is huge with a finished basement. Private entrance from the outside and it's fully furnished. Plus you'd get to travel with me on tour, though it means living out of a suitcase for months at a time. Salary starting at $100k and all the Jovi concerts you could ever desire!!! LOL!

From: vettegurlxxx

Subject: RE: A Proposition

Sounds horrible!! How dare you suggest such a thing! -Nat aka Minion

From: jokerswild

Subject: RE: A Proposition

I've attached the paperwork ;-) Contract, NDA, Employment terms, Residency, and Passport application. Get it all back to me and I'll do the rest -DB aka Bossman

It took a month for her passport to be issued, but once it had, David took a private jet to the airport and met Natalie with her packed bags. Even though they'd been talking, Nat still found herself in awe at this man. Photos didn't do him justice in the slightest. They flew together back to New Jersey, enjoying conversation over a light lunch aboard.

He helped her settled into the finished basement of his large Colts Neck mansion, which was set back from the road and thickly surrounded by trees. It had been refurbished into a small one-bedroom apartment complete with its own bathroom and kitchen area, giving Natalie the privacy she needed.

When her days weren't full of phone calls, schedules, errands, and negotiating all appearances, she would mainly keep to herself or go out with the Bryan's to take in the Jersey nightlife. This was her routine until last month.

There had been a nasty fight between David and Lexi over her traveling overseas with him. Natalie had tried to block out the noise as she worked on her laptop. Her phone beeped and showed a message from David. "Want a drink? Outback on the patio."

"Yeah I could use a break," she texted back. Perhaps it was her quiet demeanor or maybe he felt safer being protected by the Non-Disclosure Agreement that had been included with her employment paperwork. But she had looked up to David for years as a musical role model, so she wasn't about to complain.

She joined him over a glass of Fireball and took in the cool night breeze. It was the first of many late nights on the back patio drinking and strumming his guitar. Natalie would curl up with a pillow and share details about herself as well.

They would poke fun at each other and she couldn't help but return his fun and flirty jokes. During some of the long nights working together in his office, he would sit close to her. Their legs or hands would touch and Natalie would savor each feeling.

One night, they would be sitting at the piano plunking playfully at the ivory keys. Their bodies pressed together on the piano bench and she wondered if he could feel the heat of her. Another night, they might be in David's home studio with him giving Natalie a preview of a new song.

She would use those times as inspiration. Under her pen name, QueenOfHearts, she had been able to mix these real-life experiences with David with fantasy to create sexually explicit writing that her dedicated followers lapped up.

Over time, she found the stories were getting hotter the longer she spent with David. Her sweet, handsome and talented boss remained blissfully ignorant to this second life she lived...or so she thought...

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Natalie climbed the stairs from her basement apartment, following her hunger pains to the main house. She glanced down to see a slice of faint white light on the floor leading to the end of the hallway. It was coming from David's office, a room she was all too familiar with.

She swallowed and glanced upstairs where David's wife and kids were still asleep. Her bare feet padded on the cool marble flooring, hips swaying side to side clad only in a dark red nightie of lace and silk.

The large house was cold and eerie at night, the gentle taps of rain splashing onto the roof. She debated on just going back up to her room, but her curiosity was getting the best of her. Natalie crept down the hallway, jumping as the family dog bounded passed her.

She stopped in front of the door and listened. David wasn't playing his piano, no rustling of papers. All she could hear was the occasional clicking of the mouse and low whispers of "Dear God..." Her late-night excursion could get her fired immediately and sent back to the hellish torment of a normal job.

A soft knock on the door...no answer. Natalie quietly eased the door open, smiling when it didn't creak.

David was sitting in front of his desktop computer, the office pitch black except for the white background of the website. His chin was resting in his left hand. He was scrolling through a web page full of text. When he wasn't clicking the mouse, his hand was going into his lap.

She was about to sneak back to her room when she heard something that made her blood freeze. "Fuck baby..." Natalie looked back over. He still wasn't looking at her. Instead, his head was bowed and breathing turned to light pants.

Natalie licked her lips and glanced behind her before silently closing the door. She moved stealthily into the room to try and see what had his attention. Didn't men normally watch porn for their private time? Finally, she could see what had piqued his interest from the bold heading.

Her story...her longest, dirtiest, and sexiest fanfiction she had written...about him.

He was getting off to her writing, stroking himself to her thoughts and words. Natalie moved towards the desk with a surge of confidence. She stopped behind him and smirked as his hand stopped and his head perked up.

She peered over his shoulder, hands moving onto his bare shoulders. His skin was flushed warm, a light sheen of sweat having formed on his face and chest.

"Please, Mr. Bryan...Don't stop on my behalf," she whispered into his ear. Her professional side was slowly melting away to reveal a sexier side, the part of her responsible for the writing on the screen.

He looked straight ahead at the computer, his heart pounding out of his chest. "What are you doing in here? I mean...shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"I could ask you the same thing...But I can see you've been otherwise preoccupied," Natalie said softly, her silky hands trailing down his shoulders, over his Joker tattoo, down to his waist. Her fingers danced close to his raging erection that he was trying to hide under his shorts.

"Nat, if Lexi were to walk in here..." David stuttered.

"Isn't that half the fun? The thrill of doing something you shouldn't?" Natalie nipped at his ear, eliciting a quiet moan from David's lips. "Let's see how far you are..." Natalie looked at the screen.

David glanced over at her, his warm breath labored. Her words triggered something in his memory. It was a line from the story. "Is this yours?" He asked, a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

"Looks like my secret is out, hm?" She took his hand and guided it back to his lap. "Pleasure yourself for me...Let me hear you read..."

He obliged and gave his hard cock long, full strokes as he read the story aloud. "'I wanna be a good girl for Daddy,' she whimpered in a soft voice, savoring his taste as it danced on her tongue. He shivered as she wiggled her tongue into the slit at the tip, jerking a bit as she took his length deep into her throat," David read in his low raspy voice.

"Mmm, you're coming to the best part," Natalie said and bit her lip, her fingers running through David's chest hair then hovered her lips over his ear and whispered, "...Daddy..."

"How long?" David asked with a groan, wrapping Natalie's hand around his manhood.

"How long...what?" she replied, gasping at the hardness and squeezing the head. Pre-cum drooled onto her hand, David moaning and dropping his head back.

"How long ... have you wanted that? Tell me," he stated firmly.

"You mean how many nights have I laid in bed and pleasured myself thinking about you, fantasizing about you coming into my room, kneeling between my legs and making me moan your name?" Natalie massaged from the head down to the soft orbs that were begging to be touched. "Many years, handsome. Long before I got this job or even met you."

David's lips parted as she touched him, stroking and dragging her nails lightly over the hard length. "Tell me more, babygirl..."

Her eyes met David's, the man's face contorting in pleasure. "So many times I heard you in the shower, knowing you were hot and wet...ooh how I wanted to join you," she continued. "After all, sir...I'm here to 'assist' with your needs and wants."

He reached for her, his hand finding the edge of her panties. David groaned as he felt how slick and hot she was. "Shit, you're wet, baby..." He grinned as Natalie gasped, her little clit hard and pulsing under his touch. David slid a finger into her tightness and curled it.

Natalie had to steady herself on his shoulder as a second finger joined the first. "Mmm...for you, Daddy," she moaned, her eyelids fluttering.

"I've wondered what you taste like," David said and withdrew his fingers from Natalie's pussy, licking one and smiled. "Sweet...very sweet..."

David lifted his hand to her lips, watching as she slowly wrapped her lips around each one, licking off her warm juices. "I wanna taste you, David, and feel your sweet cum on my tongue. Tell me, sir...What does the story say next?"

Natalie moved from the back of his chair and climbed up on the desk, sitting with her feet propped up on his office chair. David could smell her sweet aroma close to him. "You're bent over the table, skirt hiked up over your ass..."

"I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you? Bending me over your desk, teasing and touching me. You think I don't see your eyes wandering over me? You're a very naughty husband. Can't even keep your eyes to yourself," Natalie growled.

"You don't know the half of it, darlin'," David smirked, rolling from his chair to sit between her legs. If she wanted to play that game, he could play it just as dirty.

"Enlighten me," Natalie challenged, spreading her legs for him.

David sat back and moved his shorts to give her a full view of what she did to him. While his left hand slowly stroked his cock, the fingers on his right hand traced up the smooth skin of one leg. His nails scratched lightly along her knee and thigh, then back down to the ankle.

"Come on," he started, "You think I wouldn't find out about your writing eventually?" He lifted that leg and pressed his lips to the top of her foot. "You wear the same clothes from the stories. I'm not a blind man, Nat."

He placed her foot up to his cock and groaned when she pushed and massaged it into his belly. "So instead of saying or doing something about it, you hide in here like a naughty little boy playing with himself?" Natalie asked with a smirk.

David stood from his chair and yanked her off the desk. Her eyes watched intently as his shorts dropped to the floor, his erection standing strong and proud. He spun her around and growled into her ear. "I'm the last man you want to challenge, Natalie."

His strong hand pushed her over, bending her over his desk and, yanking up her nightie, the other hand came down with a hard smack against her ass.

Natalie whimpered at the contact, moaning as his fingers hooked the thin band of her panties and slid them down her legs. "Correction. You're the perfect man to challenge." This earned her another hard spank.

"That's for sneaking into my office," David said with a grin and another firm spank. She whimpered again as she felt his warm wet tongue slide down her spine and over her ass. His hands forced her legs apart, her pussy dripping from excitement.

"Mmm, yes please," she moaned.

His tongue flicked across her clit, his lips, tongue, and nose buried into his assistant. He dragged his nails down her waist and hips, sucking at her juices like a thirsty puppy.

"So sweet," David murmured.

His wet tongue trailed back to her ass, ravaging every inch that he could reach. As his hands roamed her skin, it almost felt as if she were being branded by his touch. With his vice-like grip, she couldn't have escaped if she wanted too.

"Greedy little fucker, aren't you?" Her breath hitched as David's long fingers slid into her tightness, curling into her walls. Natalie steadied herself with the desk, knowing at any moment Lexi could walk in and see her husband eating out a girl half his age.

She whimpered as his lips left her pussy, kissing up her back and neck. "Oh we'll see who's the greedy one," he chuckled. His fingers grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her against him and kissing her passionately. Her body melted at the taste of her pussy and ass on his tongue and lips.

With one hand, David found a condom from the stash he kept in his desk drawer and slid it over his cock. "Fuck, I want you, D," Natalie moaned.

"Mine," he growled, teasing her pussy with his blunt head.

"Oh fuck...all yours, sir...all fucking yours," she cried out as he pierced her, setting her soul on fire. As he pushed his hardness into her, she moaned, closing her eyes and arching herself into him. She was now one with him.

"That's right, baby. You belong to me," David responded, thrusting his hips desperately into her. His cock ached and needed a hard release.

Natalie stretched and turned to peer at him over her shoulder. David's hands closed around her breasts, pinching at her nipples, feeling them grow into hard pebbles under his touch. He groaned as he watched his cock slide from her body and penetrate her once more.

David grabbed her waist, pounding her almost savagely, biting his lip almost bloody. Natalie was in heaven and he was taking her there. With every thrust into her, she felt more connected to him. David's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as a throaty moan escaped his chest.

"Make me come, sir...please..." Natalie whimpered. David reached around and toyed with her clit, feeling the girl contracting around him. He heard her climax, her face contorting with pleasure and euphoria. Her sweet juice spilled down his cock, making him moan aloud.

David smirked as Natalie fell to her knees, tore off the condom and took his cock into her mouth. He was so close and closed his hands in her hair, moving her head up and down. Only a few moments later he came with a hard jerk of his hips.

"Oh god, fuck babygirl," he groaned and shuddered, seven spurts of creamy goodness from the head of his cock into her mouth. He grinned as she swished his cum around in her mouth before swallowing. She reached for her panties but was thwarted by David. "I get to keep those..."

Natalie leaned up to bite at his lower lip, straightening her nightie and winked. "As you wish, Mr. Bryan." She backed up from him with a smirk and slipped from the office, making sure no one was downstairs.

Her wetness seeped from her pussy, dribbling down her leg and she could still feel David's cum sliding thickly down her throat. She descended the stairs to the basement and had reached her bedroom, stripping off her nightie, when she heard footsteps close behind her.

David was there carrying his shorts and three condom packets in his hand. He locked the door that led upstairs, stalking towards the naked woman like a predator on the hunt. He pushed her into the bedroom with a hushed, "I'm not done with you yet."